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Jungkook knew he shouldn't have done it. He really shouldn't have.
But when his mouse hovered over the 'Buy Now' button on Amazon, he thought about what could happen.
'Okay, so, one of the hyungs could accidentally open the door to the mailman and sign for it and open it, the snoopy fuckers they are...
Or I could completely watch over the door and any time it rang or I even heard footsteps approach, I'm on it.'
That was seemingly enough reasoning for him to buy a pastel pink collar with a heart shaped ring. Who knows why he did it.
Actually, Jungkook does know. He's never worn a choker during promotions, something some fans were pretty upset about, since all the other members did. Even Yoongi and Namjoon, who swore they'd never try that type of pretty boy stuff.
But at home, Jungkook loved wearing them. The coordi-noonas let him take some from dressing rooms because he really wanted to try, yet it always clashed with his stage outfit or too many members wearing a choker at the same time would look weird with the concept. So he stuck to wearing them around the dorm.
He had a couple favourite ones, a pure black thick one with a little sun charm on the front that rested right under his Adam's apple perfectly. A more lacy one with intricate designs and a simple pearl gem that swung from side to side with each footstep.
And his personal favourite choker, a satin-strapped one with a bell charm, so anytime he'd walk out of the bathroom, freshly showered and dressed in a long white shirt that stopped mid-thigh and just a pair of black boxers, the small jingle of the bell would fill the halls and alert the members in the living room or kitchen that their youngest was feeling good today.
Jungkook only ever wore his bell choker on their off days, when it'd be the middle of the afternoon he'd wake up and shower and get ready slowly. When they didn't have anything to go to so he could freely dress as he'd like to. It reminded him that he was pretty cute, though he barely forgot such things when the other members continuously showered him with compliments and pampered him to the max.
But as Jungkook nervously sat on the couch one day, eyes darting away from his phone to the door then back down so many times, the second oldest of the group decided it was time to interrogate the boy.
"Jungkook," Yoongi began, slowly taking a seat beside the maknae and looking at him with a quirked eyebrow, "what's wrong?"
Jungkook seemed startled by the sudden dip of the couch beside him and the smooth voice coming from the rapper, head whipping to stare his hyung in the eye with those wide doe eyes and pouty lips curled into a tight line.
"Uh, nothing hyung. Everything is just fine!"
Yoongi quickly picked up on the pitch change of Jungkook's usually level voice, letting his eyes wander down the younger boy's sweet features and take in every detail possible. Then it struck him.
"Jungkook, you're not wearing your choker today?"
Said boy in question blinked a few times, processing Yoongi's words slowly and lifting his hand up to tap his bare neck a few times. "O-oh, I couldn't find it and was too lazy to look right now."
"Then let's look together.." Yoongi trailed off, standing up from the couch and grabbing Jungkook's hand in the process, easily pulling him up and dragging him out of the living room.
Now Jungkook was starting to really panic, he needed to watch the door today. His order was scheduled to arrive today and Seokjin was in the kitchen cooking so if the doorbell was to go off, he'd get it first. And knowing his eldest hyung, he'd definitely look through it.
"N-no!" Jungkook exclaimed, using most of his strength to halt the older man from walking any farther, stopping right by the front door.
"I mean... I can look for it later, it's fine."
"But you love that bell choker, what if you lost it? I don't want you bothering me about it later." Yoongi spoke carefully, seeing that Jungkook was still very worked up from whatever he was nervous about.
"It's fine, reall-" Jungkook began but was promptly cut off by the doorbell going off, signalling someone was requesting entrance.
'Oh god, what do I do? What if I get it but Yoongi asks what's in the box? What if he interrogates me on it? Makes fun of me..'
When he finally snapped out of his thoughts and looked up to get the door, Yoongi was already signing on the delivery and shutting the door, package in hand and walking off down the hall.
Jungkook stood frozen for a good minute before letting out a surprised yelp, dashing off down the hall to his hyung's room.
"Wait, don't open it!"
But he was a bit too late, Yoongi was sitting there on his bed with a pair of scissors next to him, looking into the opened box with a puzzled frown.
"I-I can explain.." Jungkook mumbled out, shuffling closer and reaching out to take the package, to try and run out of the room with what little pride he had left but was stopped by Yoongi before he could grab the contents.
"Put it on."
"W-what?"
Yoongi looked up at the confused boy, reaching a hand into the box and pulling out the pretty pink collar, finger slipping through the heart charm that kept the collar together in the front and he held it out toward Jungkook.
"I said, put it on."
That tone of voice, so stoic and firm, Jungkook always knew to never argue with Yoongi when he used that tone. Not like he ever argued with Yoongi, he liked his life thank you very much. So hesitatingly, he reached out and took the collar from Yoongi's slim fingers, quickly and with skill unclipping the back of it and lifting his hand up to wrap the pastel leather material around his neck.
Yoongi watched with scrutinizing eyes, examining each of Jungkook's actions and he knew the maknae was used to doing this, putting on chokers and collars that accented his golden neck and prominent collarbones, almost slimming Jungkook's neck and making his features even sharper and more alluring, if that was even possible. This one seemed more like it was framing Jungkook's features rather than accenting them
The heart charm was the perfect size and rested right around his Adam's apple, constricting it ever so slightly from bobbing up and down with each of Jungkook's nervous gulps of air and saliva. The band was a thick leather and was a little tighter than what Jungkook was used to, but he liked that. Made him feel like he wasn't fully in control of what he could do.
"Pretty... It looks very pretty on you, baby boy." Yoongi almost stumbled over his words, not even phased by how he used the petname so easily. It's not a secret that the rapper has feelings for the maknae, unless you're blind or Taehyung.
Or Jungkook, who almost choked on air hearing the words 'baby boy' flow off that talented tongue and fill his heated ears. Fuck, he liked that a bit too much. He could listen to Yoongi calling him baby boy forever...
"Does it really, hyung?" Jungkook timidly linked his hands together to fiddle with and looked down to Yoongi, all doe-eyed and lips almost as pink as the collar around his neck.
Yoongi stood up from the edge of the bed, quickly closing the short distance between him and Jungkook. His fingers immediately came up and began tracing along the material and though there was barely any room for him to do this, he hooked his index finger under the collar and yanked Jungkook in even closer.
"Yes, really. You've always been a pretty little boy, but this makes you look like a..." Yoongi trailed off for a moment, fingers taking a path upward to trace along the gentle lines of Jungkook's cheekbones and god damn pretty lips. He thought to himself that he really has a kink for Jungkook's pink and silky looking lips.
"A princess, that's what. A pretty princess for daddy." The elder's words were beyond careful, they were trembling at this point. Yoongi always had the feeling Jungkook had...kinks. But did they share any? Would Jungkook mind calling him daddy? What if that freaked him out?
But it seemed to do the exact opposite in Yoongi's eyes. Jungkook's face lit up like a Christmas tree, deep shades of pink and red dancing along his cheeks and all the way up to his ears and with Yoongi's tuned hearing he heard the faintest moan drift off of the maknae's tongue.
"Yes yes, I want to be a pretty boy for daddy. Can I... Can baby please you?" Jungkook blinked over at Yoongi, adorable bunny teeth anxiously nipping at his plump bottom tier and god if Yoongi didn't want to suck his soon-to-be swollen lip into his own mouth and...
"Y-yes, yeah. And if you please me well enough, I'll do the same to you. Daddy will make you feel so fucking good, baby. Just be good for me."
Yoongi knew he was getting ahead of himself, this was of course new territory they were both treading into and he was pretty sure Jungkook had never experienced such stuff before. Who knew, really.
The man was so lost in his own worries and concerns for the direction of this new relationship (could Yoongi even call it that yet? Yet?) that he hadn't even noticed that Jungkook had shifted till he was kneeling down on the floor in front of Yoongi, eyes and smoldering gaze never leaving the older man's as he went to work unzipping and tugging down the constricting pants.
"W-woah, Kookie.." Yoongi stuttered out, jaw gone slack in awe while staring the seemingly innocent boy down.
"Don't worry, daddy. I know what I'm doing." Jungkook said between deep breaths, finally tugging Yoongi's pants and boxers down till his rapidly hardening erection sprung free, lightly smacking Jungkook in the cheek.
Said boy just simply glanced up at Yoongi, eyes hooded with lust and tongue poking out at the side to teasingly poke at the cock resting against his face. Oh, that was enough for Yoongi to come right then and there, but what kind of scene would that be? He took multiple laboured breaths in a failed attempt to not show his excitement, but the blood rushing to his lower regions had him visibly hardening against Jungkook's cheek.
Yoongi wasn't embarrassed about his body, he took a lot of pride in it actually. He had clear skin from head to toe (save from a few scars on his legs and such), muscles defined in just the right places, and he could admit he was pretty well-endowed down there. But the way Jungkook was staring at him, as if that dumb saying that the eyes are the doorway to the soul was true and he was examining every little detail of Yoongi's being had the older a bit self conscious.
It started out pretty slow, Jungkook giving the head of Yoongi's dick a few kittenish licks and teasing his way up and down the engorged shaft, but soon he quickly moved on to fitting Yoongi's sizeable member into his mouth without choking on it.
To Yoongi's surprise, the youngest was doing pretty damn well. He hollowed out his cheeks so that whenever he pulled back to take a moment, the suction was just right. Subtle and teasing but enough to have Yoongi's long fingers gripping at Jungkook's hair and urging him to take more.
"I know you c-can do it, baby. I wanna see my cock buried so deep inside your throat, it pushes on that pretty pink choker of yours.." Yoongi was talking proper bullshit, he had no clue what he was saying but in that moment, looking down at their precious maknae with his mouth stretched wide over the thick girth and tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, Yoongi wanted more.
"I-I.." Jungkook began when he pulled off Yoongi's member properly, breath ragged and lips sheen with saliva, "I can't do it, daddy."
The way he said it was almost heartbreaking, as if Jungkook was talking about being unable to finish a lyric or get a dance move correctly and not about sucking dick. Yoongi saw that he was on the brink of tears and fuck if Yoongi wasn't a sucker for the kid before, he sure was when it came to the baby of the group crying.
"Shh, baby, come up." Yoongi instructed with a soft tone, quite different to his previous tones yet Jungkook obeyed easily, standing up straight and looking down slightly at Yoongi.
"It's okay, we can try it another time. Only if you wanna, of course."
Jungkook pouted at these words, shaking his head vigarously and huffing, "But I wanted to please you."
Yoongi frowned, the lines between his brows growing deeper and he sighed, shifting closer to the taller male and wrapping one arm around his slim waist, the other coming up a bit higher to cage Jungkook in his arms and pull him flush against him. Jungkook immediately melted into the embrace, quiet sniffles coming from him as he gripped onto the material of Yoongi's shirt for dear life.
"You did please me, don't worry. Here, remove your clothes and go wash your face, I'll be on the bed waiting."Jungkook just nodded silently and peeled away from Yoongi reluctantly, dragging his way over to the washroom in the room.
Yoongi exhaled a deep sigh and proceeded to shed himself of his clothing, neatly tossing them into a pile beside his desk so he'd be able to find them later and collapsing onto his bed, laying flat on his back and staring up at the ceiling, quickly getting lost in thought.
He didn't mind Jungkook getting overwhelmed, he was quite used to seeing the young boy get frustrated with himself for not being able to do something and just silently beat himself up for it days after. So even though they were just in the middle of a sex act, Yoongi couldn't get upset with Jungkook for such a thing. That wouldn't be a very healthy relationship, or whatever it is that they had. Even just as his hyung, Yoongi felt obliged to take care of Jungkook and his well-being.
He was a kid after all, he may have been a 19 year old kid but still. Jungkook was fragile, he had his extreme pride and tough ego but under all of that, he needed someone to protect him. And now more than ever, Yoongi felt it had to be him who would protect Jungkook. At least in this situation.
It seemed that all this thinking had him completely spaced out because Yoongi didn't notice Jungkook had gotten back, bare and already crawling over Yoongi's still body. He needed to start paying attention more often.
"Daddy..." Jungkook whispered when he was finally hovering over Yoongi, a small grin tugging at the corners of his lips, very different from before.
"Yes, baby?" The older responded slowly, hands coming up to massage small circles onto Jungkook's muscular thighs.
"I wanna ride you, try to please you.."
Yoongi, to say the least, was taken aback but the sudden request. Has Jungkook done that before? Can he even ask, the kid knew how to suck dick pretty well.
With a simple nod and Yoongi shifting up the bed till his head was resting on the pillow, Jungkook sat up and immediately began to grind the curve of his ass against Yoongi's cock, making him hard again and that fact had Jungkook smiling down at Yoongi.
"Do you want me to prep you, baby?" Yoongi mentioned, a bit worried that Jungkook would go too fast and he'd hurt himself, which us the last thing the elder would ever want.
"No, I did that in the bathroom. I'm ready."
"You really know what you're doing, eh?" Yoongi feigned a smirk but as he finished his sentence, Jungkook grabbed the base of his cock and stroked his hand over the shaft a few times, coating it with lube Yoongi couldn't really remember having.
"You're not the first member to want head from me, hyung." He said it so matter-of-factly that it caught Yoongi off guard a bit, he didn't even register Jungkook's hips sinking down and the maknae's hole slowly but surely taking Yoongi inch by inch.
"Am I the last o-one then?" Yoongi's voice was shaky and his hands were kneading the other's thighs encouragingly, his slender fingers moving up to the pretty much sculpted from marble asscheeks and once Jungkook was fully seated in his lap, he gave them a firm squeeze.
"No... I h-have yet to get Taetae hyung and Joon h-hyung." Jungkook mumbled out, body leaning forward slightly till both his hands were situated on Yoongi's pale chest, steadying him as he adjusted to his hyung's size, hips moving in shallow rolls downwards.
"Yet? Daddy doesn't like the sound of that, baby... You're mine right now, so start moving." The younger probably didn't even have to move for Yoongi to be on edge already, that needy little hole of his was positively sucking the elder in with every shift of Jungkook's hips but the unadulterated feeling of his cock sliding in and out of the maknae was better than anything he's ever felt before.
"Yours, I'm your little baby- All yours, daddy."
Jungkook wasn't making all that much sense, the other didn't expect him to even be able to think, if he was feeling anywhere as pleasured as Yoongi was at that moment. He could do this all day, be buried inside of the youngest where it felt like he was made to take Yoongi so damn well.
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Maybe it was because all of this was so heat of the moment, or maybe because Yoongi hadn't fucked anyone in a long time but there was barely any warning as he thrusted up to meet Jungkook's erratic and eagar hips, his hands gripping onto the maknae's hips to still him on his cock so Yoongi was fully seathed in the pulsating warmth as he released his seed, painting Jungkook's inner walls with sporadic spurts of white.
Jungkook wasn't all too far behind, reaching between the sweat-slicked bodies to pump at his throbbing erection, spilling over his own fist with choked moans falling from his bruised lips. It was quite the fucking sight, Yoongi could vouch for it.
They slumped against each other the moment they came down from their highs, Jungkook lazily draping his arms atop of Yoongi's shoulders heaving shoulders and the latter securely encased Jungkook's body within his arms, lifting the half-asleep boy off his softening cock and laying them both down, side by side.
Yoongi's eyes trailed over the maknae's face, still flushed a light shade of pink and lips slightly parted as his breathing shallowed out. The rapper's gaze drifted down to the pink collar that was still fastened around Jungkook's neck, caving from the temptation and leaning forward to nip above the pastel leather.
After a few more nips and sucks, Yoongi moved back to appreciate the sorta collar of small hickeys that lined just above the actual collar, rather proud with what he had done and shifted around to properly wrap his arms around the already asleep boy's waist and flutter his eyes shut to drift into the first content sleep he had gotten in a long while.
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Jungkook on the other hand wasn't all too happy when he woke up the next morning.
He wasn't a morning person to begin with and he honestly would have slept in longer but muffled voices that floated into his ears and dragged him away from the sweet dream he was having. Jungkook blinked a couple times, adjusting to the light that was pouring into the room and his gaze began to focus on the five other men surrounding his bed.
"W-what..?" His voice was rough and scratchy, he assumed from the volume he had been moaning at last night.
Last night...
"Shit-" Jungkook exclaimed, sitting up in the bed a bit too quickly and wincing at the dull aching that began in his lower back and travelled all the way down to his upper thighs.
"Woah, Kookie.. Keep it slow, please." Seokjin spoke softly, taking immediate notice to the pained expression on Jungkook's face and shuffling to the maknae's side, one hand trailing down to rub soothing little circles at the base of Jungkook's back.
Jungkook was confused at first but as he turned his head away to look at the still knocked out Yoongi in the bed next to him, bare naked and in all his pale glory, Jungkook's face turned five different shades of red and pink.
"I fucked Yoongi-hyung..."
"You fucked him?" Jungkook whipped his head to glare Jimin down, a scowl resting upon his face.
"No, he fucked Jungkook. Duh." Taehyung got to the answer before Jungkook did, eyes never leaving the youngest of the group and Jungkook knew what he was thinking, feeling, experiencing. He'd rather be in Yoongi's position, but continued to just watch from the side.
"You guys are fucking loud, shut the fuck up already."
The six heads snapped to look at a very disgruntled Yoongi, who pulled the bedspread up higher to cover his whole head now, huffing out another curse before quieting down again.
"Embarrassing." Jungkook huffed out, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing up as best as he could (with help from Seokjin of course, who was quickly at his side).
"Who, us? Says the one who couldn't stop screaming 'Daddy, harder.' all through your fuckfest." Hoseok rebutted, a cheeky smile seemingly glued to his face as they all followed Jungkook out of the room.
The hyungs were getting a little too much satisfaction from seeing Jungkook like this, all fucked out and groggy from a long night. Though some of them have awoken to a naked Jungkook in their bed from time to time, it never got tiring. He was their maknae and they did try their hardest to spoil him in all the good ways.
Once Jungkook was showered and dressed, with his favourite bell choker and everything, he wobbled out of the bathroom and made his way to the living room to flop on the couch and play some games, but was met with a disheveled Yoongi laying on his back with his eyes shut, taking up a good 95% of the couch Jungkook had been yearning for.
"Hyung."
"Hey, Yoongi hyung."
"Hyuuuuuung. Go to your own bed if you're sleepy, god dammit."
"Hmph," Jungkook gave up after the 5th time of him calling out for his exhausted hyung, settling for just waltzing up to the couch and swinging on leg over Yoongi's still hips, successfully straddling the man and sitting up straight in his lap, "Fine."
"What are you doing, Kook?" Yoongi finally grumbled out, cracking open one eye to stare at the annoying boy. Jungkook just smiled down at him and leaned forward, laying right on top of Yoongi with a satisfied hum.
"You weren't answering me, and I wanted the couch."
"Could've shaken me."
"I like this better, daddy." Jungkook whispered out the last part, nuzzling his face into the crook of Yoongi's neck and shifting around a little to get more comfortable on top of the elder.
Yoongi just raised an eyebrow, about to argue against this and how the others would question it, but he soon remembered being rudely awoken earlier that morning by 6 annoying men, 5 of which shouldn't have been in his room. They seemed to like it, those fucking voyeurs.
"You're lucky you're cute, baby." Yoongi sighed, winding an arm around Jungkook's waist and relaxing into the position they were in quickly.
"Mhm, how do you think I get my way in this house?"
"You sneaky kid, you have all the members wrapped around your fucking pinky." Yoongi was impressed, to say the least. Who knew such a bratty kid had a vulnerable and submissive side.
"Damn straight."
Yoongi laughed gently, Jungkook joining in as he snuggled in closer to his hyung's warmth. The older surely could get used to this, no matter how strange and new it was to him.
He liked that Jungkook liked it, so it was all good in Yoongi's book.