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Gift ~ teaser

Summary → As Jungkook turns 20 his doting hyung, Jin, decides to give him the unique gift of experiencing a night with his girlfriend.   

Pairing → Jungkook x Reader / Seokjin x Reader / Jungkook x Seokjin 

Genre → Smut x Fluff

Word Count → TBA

tHIS IS A ‘TEASER’ BUT I want it out there so I edit and post faster but I sincerely love this whole idea and what the fuck else am I meant to do during lockdown? 

You stepped out of the elevator and into the hotel bar feeling like royalty.

Waiters were instantly in your personal space, proffering trays of champagne, it felt almost rude not to take one.

Thankfully, as soon as you accepted a glass they backed off, smiling. You smiled back at them, trying to meet each waiter in the eye, wanting somehow to convey that you were really like them, you were usually the server and not the being served - but they had already bowed and backed away.It didn't matter, you chastised yourself - you were here as a guest tonight. 

Of course you swept confidently into the ballroom but made an automatic semi-circle to the bar, ignoring the throngs of celebrity guests.

Yes, you were a VIP tonight, but dear god you weren't a celebrity, and as long as you could hold a drink upright and keep a smile in a nice dress, maybe the rest of them wouldn't figure out that you probably weren't meant to be here.

You leaned casually against the bar, and when the bartender immediately looked at you, you raised your glass of champagne good-naturedly, to let him know you weren't in need of his assistance.

Perfect, you could do this.

A pair of hands gripped your hips, and a voice whispered almost sinfully in your ear,

"Hey sweetheart, you seen anyone famous?"

Ah, you knew that voice of course. You didn't even turn around.

"Not yet, but I'll let you know" you said at a normal volume, staring straight ahead.

You saw Park Jimin grin wickedly back at you as he walked away.

He knew who you were waiting for.

You signaled to the bartender for another drink.

"You look amazing" Seokjin said as he slid an arm around your waist. You turned to face him and smirked.

"I know" you agreed, making him laugh. Over his shoulder, you saw a familiar set of wide eyes staring, "Ah, hi Jungkook! Congratulations and happy birthday" 

Jungkook responded by bowing stiffly and then he quite literally ran away.

"What the f-"

"Oh don't mind him" Seokjin said quickly, noticing your confusion. He lowered his voice to a whisper. "Are you wearing it?"

Quickly glancing around, you pulled the shoulder of your dress down slightly, revealing the scarlet lace strap of the silk baby doll you were wearing as part of the lingerie set he'd insisted you wear tonight.

Usually Seokjin would make a pained noise, or try to discreetly grab you places he knew he shouldn't in public - however this time he just broke into a wide smile and said "Good!"

Not really the reaction you were going for.

You mingled a little, glad you no longer needed to avoid Seokjin the way you had at the award ceremony. You knew he would insist that he had to greet and thank every person there, and as tedious as it was for you to follow him around and nod pleasantly, the proud smile on your face was genuine.

However, you were only there for about half an hour before Seokjin whispered that you should head up to your room. Surprised but eager to get away from the party and get your hands on him, you grabbed his hand and made a beeline for the elevator. 

You gazed out of the huge ceiling to floor window in his suite, and couldn't help but remark on how utterly beautiful the city looked at night time.

Hearing no response, you turned and saw Seokjin furiously typing on his phone. He’d undone his top button and tie, but hadn’t removed his suit jacket. He clearly wasn’t paying attention to a word you’d said.

“Seokjin-ah!” you snapped, causing him to jump about half a foot in the air and nearly drop his phone.

He stared up at you, and saw you wearing your beautiful dress and a deep frown.

“I’m sorry” He approached you, and caressed your arms gently. Trying to stay mad while he stroked your skin was difficult, he looked and smelled so damn good. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you”

“Jungkookie thought so too.”

“Did he” you said, disinterested.

Seokjin tilted your chin upwards so you were staring right at him.

“You like Jungkook, right?”

“Are we really having this conversation again?” you groaned.

Just days earlier Seokjin had been asking you if you thought the youngest member was attractive, how attractive, what sort of things he looked good in - you presumed he was trying to quell his own jealousy, which was unusual in itself, Seokjin never, ever got jealous of you with the boys. It was obvious their bond was closer than family, and you knew Seokjin trusted you too, so he never looked twice when Taehyung laid across your lap, or Hoseok insisted you caress his hair while he slept. One of your favourite things about Seokjin was how comfortable he was when you were with his bandmates.

But lately, he kept bringing Jungkook up in conversation, even asking if you’d ever date him were you single.

“But you think he’s handsome don’t you?”

“Yes, he’s handsome” you sighed

“You know he’s never properly been with a girl, don’t you?”

“He had girlfriends in school”

“Yeah but - he’s never been with anyone in that way, and if he could pick anyone I know he’d pick you.”

You said nothing. Where the hell was this going? You stared at Seokjin and he just stared right back, face blank.

“And I…” he swallowed nervously, “I mean I would be okay with that, if you were.”

There was an awkward pause, and it took you several seconds before you realised exactly what Seokjin was implying. Your mouth fell open in shock as you glared at your partner -

“I said Jungkook could lose his virginity with you as a birthday present” Seokjin said very quickly

“You said WHAT” you shrieked, surprised at the pitch you'd reached.

“He loves you, and you love him. And when else is he going to get the chance?" Seokjin burbled hastily, "He trusts you, Y/N, as do I. I know you’d take care of him!”

“You’d let me sleep with someone else?” you said dumbly

“Not someone else.” he said seriously, taking your hands in his. “Jungkook. And I’d be there too, in case you got uncomfortable.”

You were speechless. As the seconds ticked by, it had became painfully obvious that while you hadn’t said yes - you hadn’t said no. You could do it now, just utter the word and stop all this nonsense. Somehow, you were unable to say it.

A knock on the door interrupted you and made Seokjin jump again. He looked flustered as he stood up.

“I just, I’m sorry - just wait -“ he said You heard him unlock the door as you busied yourself with the minibar, definitely needing a drink. The mumbled voices at the door grew louder, and you heard a familiar voice shout,

“You mean she didn’t know?”

“Jungkook! - just get inside!” Seokjin hissed.

Jungkook stumbled around the corner and stopped when he saw you. His tie hung loosely underneath his two undone collar buttons and you caught yourself wondering, not for the first time, what was underneath his shirt.

“I’m sorry noona” He babbled “This was a really stupid idea,”

“It’s not a stupid idea” Seokjin interjected, placing a hand on his band mates shoulder. “It's a perfectly fine idea. Jungkook - I know how much you want this, it’s just up to Y/N now.” Jin tried to hide his smirk while Jungkook stared at you.

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A Helping Hand

Pairing → Yoongi x Jungkook Genre → Smut Word Count → 2,986 Summary → Yoongi accidentally stumbles upon Jungkook’s private time...

Yoongi, Jin and Namjoon were relaxing in the hotel’s private bar, drinking beer. They’d finished their final fan meeting in Japan and had an entire evening of free time before their flight back home the following day. This was the first time in four days they’d really gotten to explore the hotel, and they’d only just realised the full extravagance of the five-star establishment.

“I’m never going to be able to buy my parents a house if I keep treating you guys” Jin scowled at the receipt from the bar.

“We don’t often go to places that require a seating charge before you’ve even bought anything” Namjoon teased, “But I’ll get the next one”

Yoongi stretched and yawned obviously “I think I’m going to head back up to the room”

Jin looked outraged “It’s so early!”

“I feel like raiding the minibar and watching rubbish on TV” Yoongi reasoned

Jin looked upset. For all his whining about the prices, Yoongi knew he was pleased they’d finally found the time to relax somewhere and share a drink. Thankfully, Jin didn’t press it, knowing him well after many years of rooming together.  

Yoongi downed his drink and bode farewell to the other two as he headed across the enormous lobby to get the lift back to the room. Yoongi expected Jungkook would still be awake and playing games on his laptop, despite him refusing to stay for a drink because he wanted to go to sleep. He slid the card key into the door when he reached their room and pushed as the light flickered green.

Jungkook was on his laptop, but he definitely wasn’t playing games.

Lewd moans were emitting from the speakers of the computer propped between his legs, and Jungkook’s head was tilted back against the headboard of the bed, his neck taught and teeth biting hard down onto his lip. Bedsheets were scrunched up in his left hand as his right hand was working quickly up and down his cock.

Yoongi froze completely as the door fell closed behind him, announcing his arrival with a gentle click of the lock.

Jungkook’s head whipped towards the source of the noise and he saw Yoongi standing there, frozen in position with the key card still in his hand.

“Hyung!” Jungkook’s eyes were wide as he tried to simultaneously shut his laptop and cover himself, fumbling in the process, but eventually managing to close the screen and put a pillow on his lap.

“Uh...” was all Yoongi could think to say. Jungkook flushed deeply, eyes filling with tears in humiliation.

Oh no, Yoongi thought. He instinctively walked towards the younger and sat down on the bed with him, rubbing his shoulders comfortingly. “Jungkookie, it’s okay!” Yoongi said soothingly, before he became painfully aware that he had his hands on a man who was nude from the waist down. “Jeon Jungkook. Look at me.”

Jungkook kept his eyes firmly down, as a single teardrop fell into his lap. Yoongi didn’t know what else to do, so he pulled the younger into a hug and nuzzled his nose into his soft brown hair. “Jungkookie, it’s fine, we all do it.”

“But nobody sees you do it” Jungkook muttered

Yoongi chuckled “yeah, that’s the unfortunate part”

Jungkook leaned back and met Yoongi’s eyes quizzically. Yoongi realised too late what he’d just implied. “I mean- we have to do it ourselves, that’s what’s sad.” oh god, he was making it worse.

Jungkooks tears had dried up and he was gazing at Yoongi with interest, still nestled beneath the olders arm.

“Has anyone ever - done it for you, hyung?”

“Well, yeah.” Yoongi muttered, suddenly interested in the crease of the bed sheets, smoothing them out beneath his free hand.

“... A girl?” Jungkook asked tentatively. Yoongi’s head snapped up immediately.

“Yes a girl!” he said, perhaps a touch too defensively. It wasn’t a lie. A girl had done it for him...  but that wasn’t the only time.

“I feel like nobody will ever touch me” Jungkook admitted quietly.

“Don’t be stupid, you’re an idol. There’s people queuing up to do that for you”

“Maybe” Jungkook snorted, “But when do we ever get the chance?”

Yoongi fell silent. Jungkook was right. The boys all knew dating was more or less off the table, not forbidden but frowned upon. Not that they had the opportunity to meet or date anyone. There were plenty of groupies, sure, but when did they have the spare time and privacy to indulge in that kind of activity? The boys were stuck with their own hands, and to leap at sudden opportunities of being alone, unoccupied and with wifi. Even then, there was always the chance of being disturbed, just like Yoongi had perfectly demonstrated a moment ago. Jungkook had been with them all since he was fourteen, Yoongi at least had his teenage years free from being a trainee or idol in order to experiment and mess around.

Yoongi felt the slight sweatiness of Jungkook’s skin as he breathed deeply underneath his arm. He was wearing a white vest top, and his fringe was stuck to his forehead. Yoongi found himself wondering if Jungkook was still hard.

“I just wish” Jungkook said, turning to face Yoongi and staring at him. “I just wish there was … I just feel… ” He clenched his fists and bit his lip slightly.

Yoongi knew exactly what he meant, and felt an unexpected rush of adrenaline.

“Do you want hyung to take care of you?” he said quietly, before he could think.

Jungkook’s lip twitched nervously. He scanned Yoongi’s face for any trace of insincerity, any hint that this might be a joke. He nodded his head once and then whispered

“Really?”

Yoongi nodded. They both stayed very still, sirens were sounding in Yoongi’s head, his conscience screaming at him that this was the most ridiculous idea he’d ever had and he should stop before anything goes further. But there was a strange, giddy feeling in his stomach that was encouraging him to continue, to touch Jungkook and watch him turn into putty beneath his hands.

Yoongi moved the large pillow from Jungkook’s lap, and saw that Jungkook was indeed still hard - and he was also perfectly smooth. “You shave?” Yoongi couldn’t help exclaim.

Jungkook blushed “...I just like it” he mumbled.

So do I, Yoongi had to stop himself from saying. Jungkook’s cock was laid flat against his stomach, surprisingly pale, but with an irritated red flush from the head.

“Are you doing it dry?” Yoongi frowned.

Jungkook looked confused “Dry?”

Yoongi stood up, giving Jungkook a ‘just a minute’ finger. He went into the bathroom and through his wash bag, where he found a small bottle of lube. He couldn’t help but smile as he thought that Jungkook was in for a treat if he’d never used any lubricant while jacking himself off before.

Jungkook looked terrified as Yoongi came back to the bed, but made no attempt to cover his obvious erection.

“Sit between my legs” Yoongi directed. Jungkook leaned so his back was pressed against Yoongi’s chest. He squirted some lube onto two fingers. “It’s going to be a little bit cold” he warned. Jungkook nodded, looking too nervous to speak. Yoongi felt a wave of doubt.

“Are you sure you want to -” he began

“Hyung” Jungkook interrupted, pleadingly. That was all the encouragement Yoongi needed, as he gently rubbed the lube along Jungkook’s perfectly smooth shaft. He felt him shudder violently as he thoroughly coated the head with the thick substance.

Yoongi gently wrapped his fingers around the base of Jungkook’s cock, barely giving any pressure, but still causing Jungkook to gasp loudly. Slowly and delicately, Yoongi ran his hand all the way up his length, smoothing his palm over the head and back down again. When Jungkook began shifting his hips needily, Yoongi squeezed. Jungkook cried out as Yoongi began pumping him, the slick lube aiding his speed. Jungkook threw an arm over his mouth to act as a muffler as he whined, but Yoongi pulled it away, pinning it down and pressing his other arm to his side so Jungkook couldn’t touch anything. Once he was confident Jungkook wasn’t going to move, Yoongi took his other hand and rubbed his hand over the head of Jungkook’s cock as he pumped harshly up and down his shaft.

Jungkook’s gasps and moans grew increasingly louder and more pleading as Yoongi worked him with both hands, voice breaking as Yoongi twisted his wrist just right. Jungkook’s head fell back onto Yoongi’s shoulder, and Yoongi felt gorgeous pressure on his own erection as Jungkook shuffled back in his lap.

“Hyung - are you - ?”

“...Y- yes” Yoongi gasped into his ear, surprised to hear how out of breath he sounded. Jungkook let out what could only be described as a sob as he pushed back into Yoongi’s bulging crotch. Yoongi picked up the pace as he began gasping lightly himself, and turned to find his face pressed against Jungkook’s neck. Thoughts of biting and sucking at the soft skin filled his head as Yoongi worked Jungkook’s cock even faster, biting the inside of his cheek to stop him attacking the maknae’s throat.

Yoongi felt beads of precum dribble from Jungkook and smoothed that over the head with his thumb, still pumping the base with his other hand. Jungkook began to cry out, long beautiful drawn out moans that made Yoongi grit his teeth in frustration. He took that frustration out on Jungkook’s cock, and it wasn’t long before the younger was stiff backed and near screaming as cum slowly splurted from his cock. Yoongi pumped harshly through his release, and it took Jungkook over a full minute before he finished cumming.

Jungkook leaned his head back onto Yoongi’s shoulder, panting loudly. His fringe was stuck even more to his forehead now, his chest rising and falling rapidly, mouth still hanging open. He looked completely ruined, and just stared at Yoongi, awestruck. They cleaned up with the tissues on the bedside table and stayed like that for a good ten minutes, Yoongi gently rubbing his fingers up and down Jungkook’s muscled arms soothingly the whole time.

“Go get your hyung a beer.” Yoongi nudged Jungkook’s shoulder with his nose and gestured to the minibar. Jungkook groaned lazily and didn’t budge. “Don’t be a brat” Yoongi chastised, and Jungkook shuffled off the bed, sighing.

He returned with two large bottles and opened them.

“The drinking age is twenty in Japan” Yoongi said flatly.

“I’m twenty in korean age.” Jungkook took a swig from his bottle and handed the other to Yoongi, grinning widely.

Yoongi had quickly decided to simply act like he hadn’t given a handjob to BTS’s youngest member, and thankfully Jungkook wordlessly seemed to agree, immediately slipping back into maknae mode, ignoring advice on how to pack and shoving his clothes messily into his suitcase as Yoongi checked they hadn’t left anything behind. However, when they decided to watch a film before sleeping, Jungkook had sat awkwardly next to Yoongi on the bed for a few minutes before he leaned his head on Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi couldn’t help but stiffen slightly, remembering the way Jungkook’s moans had sounded as he came in Yoongi’s hand. He quickly shoved that thought to the back of his mind. This was Jungkook, he told himself, he’d decided he wasn’t going to act any differently. So Yoongi put his arm around the maknae and rested his cheek on the top of his head like he’d done countless times before. There was never this strange feeling in his chest before though.

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A week had passed since the incident in Japan, and Yoongi occasionally found himself doubting if it had even happened. Despite this, during his own private time, usually in the morning shower, his mind would wander back to the moans and the way Jungkook’s cock had felt in his hand.

They’d just gotten back from dance practice, and Yoongi had spectacularly lost at rock, paper, scissors making him last in line to take a shower. He dozed on the couch as the other members got washed and ready for bed. He woke up to the largest pair of brown eyes he’d ever seen in his life. Jungkook was more or less nose-to-nose with him and whispering hurriedly, “Hyung!”

Yoongi licked his lips as he tried to decide what threat to dish out for the crime of waking him, but Jungkook pulled him up and dragged him towards the bathroom. Where was everyone? He thought as he rubbed his eyes.

Jungkook locked the bathroom door and switched the shower on as Yoongi stood dumbly in the middle of the room.

“Shower time hyung” Jungkook said, sliding Yoongi’s t-shirt up his body and over his head, and unbuttoning his jeans.

“Jungkook -” Yoongi warned but Jungkook just tapped the back of his ankles, indicating for him to step out of his jeans. Stupidly, Yoongi obliged.

“I figured out how I can say thank you.” Jungkook explained, resting his hands on Yoongi’s hips, thumbs brushing against the waistband of his boxer shorts. He paused for a moment, and when Yoongi didn’t move he pushed down and slid Yoongi’s underwear off, just as he had with the jeans. He stood up and looked down slightly, his eyes quickly scanning Yoongi’s face for any sign of discontent. He pushed Yoongi towards the shower and got in the spacious cubicle after him, closing the door.

Yoongi reveled in the comfort of the warm water, then he felt Jungkook press up against him. Jungkook squeezed the soap onto the loofah and began to wash Yoongi gently, from top to bottom. His hands began to slide in circles over the soap on Yoongi’s ass, squeezing gently and the loofah fell forgotten to the shower floor. Yoongi felt himself harden and that appeared to be Jungkook’s cue. He dropped to his knees.

“Jungkook! No, wha-” Yoongi began but it was too late, Jungkook already had nearly half of Yoongi’s cock in his mouth. Yoongi swore he could feel the blood rush to his crotch as he felt Jungkook’s tongue circle the head of his hardening length. He took his mouth off and licked slowly from the base to the tip.

“I didn’t count on you being THIS big, Hyung. I can’t get it all.” Jungkook sounded sulky. Yoongi stared down in disbelief at this comment but already Jungkook had taken him back in his mouth and was bobbing eagerly up and down.

Yoongi couldn’t help the grunt that escaped from his mouth, and Jungkook seemed to take this as encouragement as he went faster. Yoongi tried to stay focussed but Jungkook’s mouth was so damn hot and wet, his tongue wouldn’t stop moving around his shaft, keeping Yoongi constantly on edge. He tried to grip the tiles in the shower but found his fingers slipping. Jungkook took Yoongi’s hand and placed it on the back of his head as he dipped lower down and sucked gently on one of his balls, pumping his cock with his hand for a moment, making Yoongi feel dizzy.

“Jungkook -” this time it’s not a warning but a pleading. Jungkook knelt back up, and looked at Yoongi, a determined expression on his face. He took Yoongi in his mouth, and then deeper, and deeper, Yoongi felt his cock bend slightly as he hit the back of Jungkook’s mouth before he sunk down into his throat.

The pleasure was so intense Yoongi felt like bursting into tears. He bit the inside of his cheek as he stifled his moans, but Jungkook was relentless, pushing on Yoongi’s ass, encouraging him to fuck his mouth as he gagged around his cock.

Yoongi dared to glance down at the scene below him, meeting Jungkook’s eyes, which looking up at him, large and full of innocence, before they scrunched in concentration and he spurred Yoongi to buck harder into him.

“I’m -” Yoongi tried to say, causing Jungkook to go even faster, sucking and moaning around Yoongi’s length. Yoongi came in his mouth, as Jungkook took it all, his tongue lapping at Yoongi’s slit as his release spurted out of it.

Jungkook pulled back, and stuck his tongue out, the white cum managing to be both obscene and gorgeous as his beautiful doe-brown-eyes blinked slowly up at his hyung. Jungkook closed his mouth and swallowed deliberately. That was the final straw for Yoongi, he pulled Jungkook up and kissed him intensely, quickly slipping his tongue in and moaning as he tasted himself, salty and warm in Jungkook’s mouth. The water beat down on them as they continued to kiss in the shower, Jungkook had laced his arms around his hyungs neck and was kissing back eagerly like his life depended on it.

When they broke apart it was difficult to see through the water, so Yoongi turned around and switched the shower off. They stared at each other in silence, panting slightly. Yoongi was at a complete loss of what to say, he’d just come down the maknae’s throat in their own dormitory. Jungkook got the pair towels and stayed silent as they dried themselves off.

Yoongi was having a crisis. He wasn’t entirely sure he believed what the fuck had just happened, what the fuck was he supposed to do now, why didn’t he stop it, he was the elder here, oh god he’s four years older, what is he doing. He looked up at Jungkook as he was pulling a black tshirt over himself. He caught the younger’s eye and saw the expression on his face.

The little shit was grinning. He looked completely and utterly pleased with himself. He threw a towel over his head, ruffling his wet hair, he unlocked the door and just before he slipped through it he called, “Goodnight hyung!”

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maknae line | bts x their future children

hyung line + bonus

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jeon jungkook | bts x their future children 

memekook + mini memekook 2.0

 hyung line +  maknae line