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A/n- manipulation, violence and forced sex. Beware.
The champagne bottle popped off and everyone in the room cheered out loud as confetti's were blasted in all directions. While their manager Sejin hyung took the responsibility to pour the alcoholic beverage into the expensive crystal glasses for the BTS members and all the staff present in the after party, The seven members gathered together around a large chocolate cake that was shaped in the form of the Wembley Stadium, which was where they were currently residing- London. They had booked the hall in the five star hotel they were staying at and the staff members threw a party for them because of the huge success and recognition they received that day.
Their world tour finally came to an end and they get to have a two month long rest period after working incessantly for months- preparation of the new album 'Love Yourself-Speak Yourself', learning, recording and singing over 24 songs, interviews, planning; everything was very hectic for not only the boys but also the staff members who were nothing but supportive, working for hours with smiles on their faces.
Jungkook had a mischievous smile on his face as he took the reign to cut the cake very enthusiastically but was brutally stopped when Jimin and Hoseok smacked his head to stop him from 'destroying the cake'.
The maknae pouted and playfully glared at them, " But that's Rapmon hyung's job. I wanna eat the cake" The mentioned man let out a strangled noise while drinking his champagne and glared at the maknae without any bite.
Seokjin chuckled beside him, his shoulders shaking with every heartful laughter escaped his beautiful cherry lips. He sometimes couldn't handle their youngest bandmate's cuteness. He playfully went over to the sulking maknae and brought him into a headlock and aggressively rubbed his palm on his gel slicked hair, " Aigoo Jungkook-ah! After all these years you should have realized that Hoseok's gallery is priceless. Look at them, taking pictures of the cake. You were about to sabotage that. Admit it Kook"
Jungkook laughed out loud as he clutched onto his hyung's waist tightly when Seokjin tried his best to spin them about but the way Jungkook was bulking up was making it even tougher. Yoongi was stuck between an overactive Jimin and Hoseok and he kept on grumbling on how tired he was of all this nonsense but the way his lips curled into a smile every time his bandmates did something silly did not go unnoticed. Yoongi had a soft spot for each and every member of his group.
But what did go unnoticed was the way how Taehyung was standing near a corner of the room, sipping his drink quietly. No one sensed anything wrong because that was how the man had matured- from a goof ball to a literal Greek god, all trim and proper. On camera, there were hardly any moments that he would let his expressionless mask slip and to be honest, the mature Taehyung received a lot of fan following than his earlier innocent personality. Fans loved it when Taehyung would dead ass stare at the camera, so penetrative to the soul that even the cameramen or women would shy away.
They all were wearing jeans, some blue and some black. Taehyung, Seokjin, Namjoon and Hoseok were the ones who wore white t-shirts while the rest three wore black. Each and every member looked casual yet handsome but Taehyung seemed to have other thoughts.
Seokjin was what was in his mind the whole evening. The way his purple hair stood out made his mind run in various direction but it all came back to the same destination. Usually people would think that purple is a very bold and a very absurd choice for a hair color. But hey, it's Seokjin we're talking about. This man is the living embodiment that he can never have an ugly angle. He recalls the day when his hyung had emerged out of the steamy bathroom after hours being stuck inside the bathroom because he was too ashamed of the 'blunder' he had done. All the members were worried that their mathyung must have hurt himself and was feeling embarrassed to ask for help. Never in a million years did any of them imagine a purple headed Seokjin.
Cheeks and neck flushed red with hints of purple stains, lips bitten raw and cherry red in color and eyes misty in embarrassment. There was stunned silence for a whole minute before Hoseok launched himself in his hyung's embrace, the taller making himself smaller because of how fussy Hoseok had gotten.
"Gosh hyung; Give us a break. You never learn do you? Making us all worried like that. We seriously thought you were hurt somewhere. And look at you now! Wah" The main dancer clutched onto Jin's biceps after breaking out of their tight hug, eyes scanning at every little detail of their oldest hyung. Even though none of them were potentially gay, but all the six men standing and observing Seokjin did not deny how their hearts fluttered with how majestic and beautiful Seokjin looked. He looked straight out of an anime book.
Jin, unable to take all the attention, covered his face with his beautifully manicured crooked fingers, ears flushing cherry red, " I know I messed up. Don't rub it on me now. Leave me alone" He whined.
Unknown to him, it made Taehyung want to do things to his hyung. While everyone went to comfort their hyung and shower him with hugs, kisses and compliments, Taehyung stood back, eyes black with lust and the urge to just 'bite' his hyung. Jin's pale long neck, slender legs, thin waist and broad shoulders were all on display because of the tight t-shirt he was wearing along with basketball shorts. The purple color stood out so vibrantly that it complimented his pale skin. Taehyung only saw red.
He clutched his hands beside his hips, him trying to control his extreme urge to snatch Seokjin away from the world and lock him up in his room, naked and flushed, a gag in his mouth with saliva dripping everywhere, tear stained cheeks and bite marks all over his exposed skin. Taehyung wanted to 'hurt' him so bad that Seokjin would forget everything in the world except of him.
Before matters could get any worse, he blurted out, " Hyung"
That gained everyone's attention and Taehyung managed to flash the most fakest genuine smile that made Seokjin blush, " You look beautiful. Inside out."
The darkness that laced within those words, none of the members seemed to have noticed. But Taehyung knew it was finally time to take action. Seokjin was getting bolder and he needs to know his place; that his underneath him, begging for mercy.
Back to the present, Taehyung felt fire run through his veins with the way his eyes zeroed on Jungkook's hands where they gripped onto his hyung's waist. They weren't supposed to touch him. Jin belonged to him. His to worship, his to ruin.
"Taehyungie!"
His thoughts were brutally broken when he saw Jimin and Namjoon rush up to him, everyone dead silent and worry filled the air. Seokjin and Jungkook too had straightened up, face etched with nothing but concern.
Jimin looked so tensed that it made Taehyung ask him what's the matter. And before he could get a reply, Namjoon was clutching his wrists, slowly extracting the bottom of the glass from his hands.
Oh...
When he glanced down, all he saw was red gallops of thick blood flowing down from his palms to the floor, a small puddle starting to form. The red liquid put Taehyung into a trance; it looked beautiful against the white marble tiles, pieces of glass shards shining against the bright light. And out of no where, the man imagined his hyung's face, all teary eyed and in pain and pleasure at being bitten at various places on his golden body.
He ignored the chaos when their personal doctor arrived. He ignored the pain that shot up his arms when the big sharp glass shard was peeled off his skin. He ignored how Jimin kept on rubbing his back and hugging him from behind to soothe him but little did he know that the pain in his palms was the last thing on his mind. All he saw was Jin.
Seokjin was goofing around with Jungkook when all of a sudden everyone gasped as a cracking sound echoed through the hall. Immediately both the men stood up, faces all serious and etched with worry. There stood Taehyung with a broken glass in his tightly clutched hands, blood seeping down his arms to the floor. Before Jin could even react, Jimin and Namjoon had rushed past them and in no time started to tend to the wounded man. Seokjin expected Taehyung to be embarrassed, to be hurt, to whine and to cave into his soulmate's arms. What he did not expect was him to just blankly stare at the floor where the blood dripped and then out of no where look up at him, face all serious yet blank. Seokjin loved his members dearly, so much they were family at this point. He loves to call them his blood brothers because life had proven to him that blood relations don't always mean family. Seokjin likes to think that he knows each and every member by the back of his hand. He knows exactly what they want, when they feel sad, when they want to prank him.
But the man standing in front of him, Seokjin suddenly felt scared to admit that he doesn't know him very well, even after spending almost 10 years together through the ups and downs of their career. The purpled hair man flinched with the way Taehyung stared at him, as if he wanted Jin to be in his place. Seokjin tried to make the situation normal and not show that he was internally freaking out with the way his dongasaeng was staring at him, therefore he gave a small smile as if to reassure the wounded man that everything is alright.
Except that it is not. Little did he know what was to come later that night. A nightmare in the form of a human.
Seokjin sighed as he looked up at his reflection, his face all steamed up. His skin felt free, fresh from all the thick layers of makeup. With his left hand he swiped the mist off the mirror and Jin let out a small smile, his reflection smiling back at him. All the memories of today's concert flooded his mind and he let out a content sigh as he felt happiness seep through his veins. Army screaming, the members goofing around and entertaining their fans, him splashing water at the members and running off before they could tackle him. What a wonderful day it was.
As if happiness wasn't meant to last, his mind slowly wandered to the scenes just prior to him coming back to their hotel room. Blood, Taehyung and his lifeless eyes. Jin could see the way his smile dropped in his reflection. His Taehyung, who once followed him around like a lost puppy, now had become like a sly panther. The boy who once looked at him like he hung the stars, now looked at him as if he had murdered someone. He doesn't blame him though. Each and every member had matured beautifully over the years, they had time to explore themselves and be the men they are today. If Taehyung had become more reserved it generally meant that he was now having a personal life. It's not uncommon for the members to have their own means of stress relief. They live in a shared dorm and the members were considerate enough to not bring any strangers into the dorms. It was fun, the way everyone would discuss their sex life in the living room.
Even Seokjin would. But he had a little secret.
A secret that he kept for over ten years from his members and everyday he would wake up with guilt breathing heavy on him.
He was terribly gay, so much so that his parents disowned him, threaten him everyday and his career on the line. Now that he was 27 years old, his parents were now forcing him to quit his band and join his father to take over the business, marry some rich business man's daughter and produce an heir. His sexuality was just a confused phase that needed therapy but to Jin, his own family was toxic. His bandmates know of their hostility, but the reason behind the hostility, no one knows. They had tried helping Jin but he was adamant that he didn't want to burden his members. Truth be told, he was terrified. Homosexuality was still not accepted in the south Korean society and here he was, terribly gay. He always wakes up in the morning to gather some courage and come out to his members because he feels that they deserve to know but a few seconds later, Jin would chicken out with the mere thought of his members hating him and looking down at him with disgust. Seokjin loves them to the very core and if he has to hide such an integral part of his identity to have them by his side, he will do so.
Sighing, he wore a pair of grey Louis Vuitton sweatpants paired with the same grey Louis Vuitton sweatshirt. While wiping his wet hair and exiting his bathroom, Seokjin flinched when his phone rang all of a sudden. The phone lit the very dark room to a certain extent but not too much because he always kept his phone's brightness very low.
Who would be calling him now?
Not caring about reading who called him, he swiped the answer tab and put the phone on speaker.
"Finally our son picked up the call. Done making a fool out of yourself after dancing like a wanky old man?"
Jin gritted his teeth and he cursed himself for being careless of not reading the caller id, " Father" he grimly said.
"Damn right you are. When will you gain maturity and think about your future life? It's time to settle down yet you're fooling around. You think this boyband of yours is your future? Then you're very wrong. It's just a phase. I'm still giving you time and the free opportunity to take over our family business. I talked with your manager and Bang Si Hyuk. And will you look at that; They were ready to terminate your contract with BigHit."
Jin felt his eyes moisten at his father's harsh words but he knew very well that he was lying. Both his manager and the CEO loved him very dearly. In fact Jin had the only privilege to call Bang Si Hyuk 'hyung'. " You're lying and you know that father. Quit it. As if making my brother's life miserable did not satisfy you that you are begging me to come. How low is that? And please for the love of god, stop sending me wedding proposals of women I have never heard of. if this continues, I'm going to take legal action against you" Jin said calmy, but his heart was thundering against his chest. The familiar feeling of being watched crawled against his skin but he brushed the feeling off because right now his father was being a nuisance again.
A low chuckle from the other end of the phone echoed through the dark room that sent shivers down Jin's spine.
" Legal action huh? What will you tell the police, the court? That my father is threatening me of marriage or else he's going to expose the world that his son is gay? A fucking faggot. A weak man who need to be dicked down for support? We both know you can't do shit. One thing against me, everything will be out in the open. Your career, your members, your fans. Everything gone, poof. You will be nothing but a faggot in need of a home. I'm so ashamed of you that I can't tell my friends of you. All you are is a disappointment Jin. Even I can't open my mouth because I too have a public reputation to manage. I'm extremely tired of your nonsense. Giving you a week's time. Bye"
The phone's wallpaper was the only thing visible and the tears that streamed down Jin's face. His heart clenched at the thought of his father degrading him like that. Was it his fault that he likes men? And was it so wrong to like someone of the same gender? There's no solid rule written anywhere that love has any gender. You can love anyone. When he first came out to his parents, a young hopeful Jin had expected kind supportive words from his parents. But his world crashed down when all he received were glares and a slap to the face.
He quickly wiped his tears away when someone knocked at his door. Making himself presentable, he forced himself a smile and opened the door, a bit shocked to find the door already unlocked but he shrugged the nagging feeling off. There stood Taehyung, all washed up, face bare of any makeup. The man in front of him was wearing was wearing a lose black t-shirt and cream white pants. His left hand was wrapped neatly in a white bandage but never the less, it was as if Jin could feel his pain.
It was 2 in the morning, wasn't he supposed to sleep? And the way the younger was again blankly staring at him did not sit well with him.
He gave a small tired smile and ignored the way he observed how Taehyung's eyes shifted down to his lips for a brief second before returning back to gaze at his own, "Voo ah. You should be sleeping now. Were you up playing games with Kookie again?"
"Hyung" the way he said it, it didn't sit well with Seokjin. It felt like Taehyung was trying to take control of the situation but Jin is the hyung here, " I uh couldn't sleep."
Jin quirked his eyebrows in question, silently asking him to continue," Can I sleep here with you? I'll be out in the morning before you even realize it."
"Taehyung, it's been years since we slept beside each other. Now all of a sudden?"
The younger stepped forward, urging Jin to take a step back into his room, his eyes raking over Jin's form, " I wasn't feeling too well after the concert. And I even injured myself hyung. Won't you take care of me?"
To say Jin was baffled was an understatement. What was with the sudden passive aggressiveness?
He let out an forced chuckle, " Go to Jimin then. He gives a lot of cuddles. You know that I don't cuddle much, I'm way too awkward for that. Plus you're a 24 year old man. What's a little cut. Now go, hyung's tired"
He placed his hands on the younger's surprisingly hard and sturdy chest and tried pushing the man away but Jin's breath hitched when the man grabbed his dainty wrists and pushed them apart before walking into the room and closing the door with his foot.
Jin stuttered out loud, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in Taehyung's presence, " W-What are y-you doing? I just t-told you hyung's tired. Leave"
The room was pitch black and it only made the situation worse for Jin.
A warm breath breathed near his neck and it made Jin jump out in fear before he was pushed against the door with so much force, it hurt his back bad. Groaning out loud, he whimpered when he felt Taehyung nosing at the base of his throat, near his Adam's apple. Out of reflex, Seokjin grabbed helplessly at the younger's biceps, a futile try to push the heavy man off his personal space.
"What is this nonsense Kim Taehyung. Leave immediately before I get really mad at you." Seokjin growled out loud but his confidence started to crumble down when the latter only chuckled at him, his warm breath sending chills down his spine.
"You know hyung, I always looked up at you as my role model. You were the epitome of being the most considerate person in the group. You helped us all mature and you made us share anything is we felt chocked up or sad. But hyung?" Jin felt as if he couldn't breathe when Taehyung raised his head to look up at him. Even though the room was absolutely dark, Jin could clearly make out Taehyung's face judging with the way how close their faces were, " Who's there to take care of you? You hardly ask anyone for help. Tell me hyung, were you alone all these years? You know right that I would drop everything in the world in an instant just for you. That's how much you mean to me"
"T-Taehy" "Shh hyung"
Seokjin let out a strangled chocked up noise from his throat when out of no where Taehyung placed his teeth in the crook of his neck and bit into the tender flesh 'hard'
His survival instincts kicked into place because of how claustrophobic Jin felt with the way Taehyung just crowded over him, making him squish against the door and his body and he kneed the younger in his abdomen.
It only helped for a moment because the grip over him loosened and Jin took the opportunity to flee the room but a large hand grabbed at his hair making him scream out in pain.
"Taehyung!!?"
The younger barked out an evil laugh as he dragged his beloved hyung by his hair to the neatly made bed and threw the man onto the bed. Jin barely could recover from the pain that shot up his head and neck and before he could get up and scooch back, Taehyung straddled his waist and grabbed his arms with his large hands, effortlessly pinning them over his head. Jin was now stuck and the more he tried resisting, the more his body was becoming tired and pliant, just what the younger wanted all these years,
Eyes wide as saucers, Jin screamed out in anger, but more so in hope that someone could hear him, "Taehyung what the fuck is wrong with you? Is this how you treat your hyungs!? I'm still giving you a chance. Let me go this instant and I will forget what happened today"
The older felt his heart drop when the younger just smiled down at him, eyes blown wide with lust and dark desire. He tried to press his body as deep as possible into the bed as the younger's face neared his, " Tch tch hyung. You're so pitiful. I thought you knew about my feelings for you. Yet you played with my heart as if it was a plaything for you. Isn't time I take back mine and yours?"
"Taehyung what-"
"Listen to this hyung. I'm sure you'll love it" Taehyung brought his phone out and played a recording and just a few seconds into the recording, Jin felt his life flash by.
He didn't even listen to the whole conversation between his dad and he, too shocked in his own world. This was not the way he had planned on them finding out his sexuality. Was Taehyung going to expose him now to the world? Why was the man looking so angry and revengeful at him. Seokjin only remembers having happy and some sad memories with Taehyung.
Taehyung on the other hand was enjoying every single moment. His main goal was to have Seokjin lay bare to him, both figuratively and literally. He wanted his hyung to be himself and not keep up a fake façade he has grown to hate. Only he has the right to own his hyung and no one else.
He leaned down and placed a wet kiss on the soft tender apple of his cheek and licked at Jin's tears, loving the way his body squirmed underneath him.
"Taehyung?" Jin whispered, his hope lost and broken. He's just so tired of fighting for his rights for over ten years and now that one of most closest person ahs gotten to know his secret, Seokjin felt like giving up, " Are you going to expose me? Are you disgusted by your hyung?"
Taehyung cradled Jin's small face with his injured hand and gazed sadistically down at him, " You never realize do you? So oblivious hyung, so fucking oblivious. You belonged to me the day I laid my eyes on you. But back then our group was the priority. Now that we have everyone falling at our feet, it's now time I take back what's mine"
With the last amount of fight left in him, Jin managed to overpower him and punched Taehyung right on his face and then proceeded to kick him in his abdomen. He miserably tried to find Taehyung's phone on the bed to delete the recording but the younger managed to punch him back in his stomach, making him fall backwards on his back, him groaning in pain as he clutched his stomach.
The younger had enough, he has wasted too much of time. Flipping the nightlight on, he found Jin's belt. With that he lunged at the weeping man and tied his hands together, twisting them painfully behind his back. He then proceeded to straddle the man again and this time he painfully grabbed at Jin's jaws, forcing him to look at him, " I fucking loved you hyung, but you always looked at me like I'm a fucking child. For you I changed and yet you brushed me off. And now I have had enough. Gay or not you're fucking mine. If you don't submit, I'll release this on the internet and file a case against you for sexually harassing me hyung. Will you like that? Huh? Tell me hyung. What? Cat's got your tongue? Speak now! You talk so much all the time so now speak!"
Seokjin was too mortified to speak as scenes flooded his mind. If Taehyung releases the tape, not only would BTS be sabotaged, but his family, he himself. He would have to give his life up because there will be no meaning left to it anymore.
"Please Taehyung, I beg you. Spare me. I honestly did not know about your feelings for me. I was just giving everyone their spaces they needed for them to figure themselves out. I love you, I love all our members equally. Hyung is sorry, I'm so fucking sorry I made you feel this way. Please don't hurt me" Seokjin cried pathetically, tiny hiccups following with every breath he took.
Taehyung stared at the hysterically crying man beneath him, the swollen eyes and lips, the wet cheeks, the angry red bite mark on his neck- his cock stirred in his loose pants, blood flowing south.
"Then be mine. I'll protect you from everything hyung. It's now time you take a rest hyung and let me handle everything"
"Be mine"
With that the younger leaned down and crashed their lips together into a bruising kiss. Jin closed his eyes in pain that shot up from his lips with how animalistic Taehyung was devouring his mouth, not letting a single way out of the kiss.
The younger felt as if he braced his eternity when his lips touched the older's plump soft ones. He took the bottom lips into his mouth and gave it a harsh suck before letting it go, only to capture both the sinful pair wholly inside his mouth. Seokjin cries were muffled and he kept on hitting Taehyung's chest but at the end he was brutally overpowered.
V licked disgustingly all over his face, enjoying the softness and the smoothness of the skin. It was salty from all the wet tears and sweat and the fact that his hyung smelt of strawberry absolutely did not help- it's as if hell broke loose.
"Voo, p-please don't d-do th-this. I don't want this." Jin whimpered pitifully when he felt hands roam around his body, stopping right where his nipples were and he shrieked when they were painfully pulled.
"I'm going to make you mine today hyung. So fucking shut the fuck up before I release everything online. Okay?"
That was the last straw. Seokjin's legs fell from his Taehyung's sides onto the bed like a ragdoll, all hopes vanishing into thin air. He blamed himself for being careless, he blamed himself for nurturing such a monster in their household. How did he not see V's growing obsession over him? All those secret touches, the glares and the stares, the constant want to be by his side behind cameras.
"Perfect, you're doing so well baby, so well" V cooed as leaned down again to capture the sinful lips. Probing his wet muscle in between the lips, Jin had to open his mouth because of the pain that instilled in between his thighs the way when the younger pinched the soft skin 'hard'. Both of them let out a groan, one out of sheer disgust and the other out of pleasure. It was messy, it was pure filth. The wet squelches of tongues battling each other echoed through the empty room and Taehyung couldn't help but just drop his body over his quivering hyung.
Jin needed to breathe but the younger just wouldn't let go. What felt like eternity did finally V let go of his lips, all red and puffy from the abuse.
"You're so beautiful hyung and all mine, fuck"
Taehyung growled as he sat up, thighs tight around Jin's waist, thus locking him in. He undressed himself quickly but he took his sweet time to undress his Jin because he wanted to humiliate him. It was extremely appealing the way Jin would whimper, beg and cry for him to stop but the both of them knew that now they were stuck for an eternity together now.
Seokjin looked away and hid his face into his arms after having an unwilling glance at the younger's angry red heavy member that hung heavily erected between his legs. His own cock started to stir because of all the intimate touches and he couldn't help but feel betrayed- both by Taehyung and his own body. Taehyung was like his brother. Even though he was gay, till date never has he ever wondered about his members like that. But here he was, lying underneath a monster he created with his own very hands.
Taehyung literally drooled at the moon white skin that came into view inch by inch as he peeled the sweatpants off, the long hairless toned legs coming into view. He further gasped when he saw that his hyung wasn't wearing any underwear. Shoulders so wide, collarbones so prominent and the sinful way his body tapered down to such a small waist.
'Even his cock is beautiful' he wondered when he took a good look at the flushed pick member, all shy from the attention Taehyung was giving. It was considerably big but it was not as thick as his.
Jin let out a miserable wail when he felt V grab his member tightly, the action was really dry and thus became a little bit painful. But when the younger spat over his tip and massaged the organ with the flick of his wrists, that was when Jin let loose because of how good it felt. He arched his back when V pumped his member, each tug getting faster than the latter, precum dribbled from the tip.
"There you go hyung" V growled at the sinful scene in front of him,"You hate me right? But your body needs me hyung. You can never deny what your heart wants. Give in to me"
Even though Jin kept on chanting 'no's from his mouth, his cock swelled into full hardness with how skillfully V paid attention to his organ.
"You're making too much of noise, the others will wake up" V grunted as he pushed his long fingers forcefully into Jin's mouth, the latter almost gagging at the sudden unprepared intrusion. He let his fingers massage the wet organ and he groaned at how filthy his hyung looked right now- all tied up, red and lips wrapped around his digits. He so wished it was his cock instead.
When Seokjin came with a muffled cry, V leaned down to lick all the cum that splattered softly on his stomach and cock, marveled at the salty taste- this was something addicting.
Having cleaned off the remnants, V pulled his fingers out of his mouth and leaned down to capture those lips again, devouring all the sounds Jin produced while his index finger rimmed around Jin's twitching hole. Jin almost gagged in his mouth when he tasted himself.
"Tell me hyung, how many dicks did this hole take before me?"
"Please don't" Seokjin shook his body aggressively, the need to run and dissolve into the air running thick in his veins. He felt so used, so humiliated but judging with the way happiness shone in the younger's eyes, he knew he was doomed.
The older let out a choke when his neck was grabbed and squeezed painfully, his air circulation getting constricted, "I asked you a question hyungie"
"Th-three"
"Hmm three huh? Then 3 more orgasms it is"
Seokjin's eyes widened in horror at the younger's comment as fear coursed through his veins. Today was very hectic and three orgasms in a single night surely would be very painful.
He let out a screech when a long finger swiftly penetrated past the tight rim of muscles, the pain searing through his ass.
"Taehyung please, I don't want this. Please let's talk about this." He wailed as the digit pumped rapidly through his velvety warm walls.
V only saw stars at how tight and warm his hyung felt, his insides were just so soft and mushy. It took everything in his body to just not shove his hard member into the tight hole and ravish his hyung.
It didn't take long before four fingers were pumping him and Jin was barely holding on to his cries pf pain and pleasure.
"Ever been fisted hyung? No? Too dumb to speak? Well look at yourself now" He grabbed Jin's hair painfully and pulled him to sit upright, his back against the hard headboard. Jin almost threw up when he saw how Taehyung's wrist was only visible, the rest of his hand disappearing in his anal hole. He felt as if his bottom was on fire and someone was peeling his skin off, layer by layer.
Having deemed that his hyung was prepared enough, He fetched his hand out of the tight hole and stood up on the bed, his angry red cock begging for a release stood erected in front of Jin's face.
Both of them were panting hard and Taehyung couldn't help but just shove his member into the warm cavern of his hyung's mouth. He almost came when he realized that his hyung did not have any gag reflex and by the way those thick lips wrapped around his heavy girth so perfectly.
"Just suck hyung, cockwarm me. This is going to act like your lube. So if you want it dry, your wish"
Jin cried as he suckled onto the massive length with disgust painted all over his face. The realization that he was getting raped by his own bandmate broke his heart to pieces.
Having thrusting into the mouth a few times did Taehyung deem right that he was slicked enough for penetration.
Pulling out his member, the man pumped it a few times to fully expose the blunt tip before hovering over his hyung. Jin just lay lifelessly, eyes struck on Taehyung's and he kept on thinking where everything went wrong in their relationship. His hands were numb at this point because of being restrained for so long behind his back.
The younger grabbed his hips and folded his legs, absolutely marveled at his hyung's flexibility.
"Finally, you're all mine" He whispered the words ever so gently over Jin's cherry red lips before swiftly penetrating the hole making Seokjin screech out loud only to have them muffled when V slotted their lips together into a bruising kiss.
The blunt tip of the cock directly jabbed at his abused prostrate making Jin's eyes roll at the back of his head as immense pleasure and pain coursed through his body.
Taehyung growled, eyes blown wide with lust, all remaining rationality leaving his mind as he ruthlessly pounded into the abused gaping hole that clenched around him tightly.
"Your hole will be so swollen after I'm done with you hyung. I want it dripping with my cum and blood. I'll breed you so that you won't be able to think anything else aside from my cock inside you, fuck" He let out a loud moan as he latched his wet mouth onto Jin's perky red nipples and sucked on them as if he was a thirsty man.
Jin shrieked when he felt the younger's hard member ram through his hole, inch by inch and he couldn't help but clench around him, swallowing him deliciously, "No!" He wailed and Taehyung felt his member twitch at the sultry painful look on his hyung's face as he tried to resist him.
He hammered his way into the warm cavern, relishing the way the soft velvety walls swallowed his member completely till the base of his cock. It was skin to skin as his balls slapped against Jin's perineum with every thrust he made.
"You were made to take my cock hyungie. I'll shape your hole just for me" taehyung growled as he slipped his cock out, manhandled Jin to lie on his side and he laid behind him. He then proceeded to lift Jin's leg up and then without warning penetrated again making Jin moan out loud.
Both the men felt their toes curling at the pleasure that coursed through their body, mind hazy with lust and the need to be close. If situations allowed, Taehyung would always keep his hyung tied up naked on his bed with his hole on display- he would be his personal cum dumb.
The pace only increased as V buried his face into Jin's neck, mouth sucking harshly at the skin, marking the unblemished skin into reds and blues.
"Wasn't this what you wanted hyung? To have sex without any fear? To be yourself? Use me hyung. I'll give you my cock to satisfy your every needs. I'll be your dirty secret; fuck you feel so good" he rammed his cock in and out, the blunt end stabbing Jin's prostrate miserably. Jin couldn't breathe as he tried to fight his way away or more into Taehyung's anaconda like grip, he didn't know, mind too hazy with pain and pleasure.
Each and every thrust was quick and deep, so deep that Jin felt his insides twist and turn.
Taehyung grunted as he worked his hips fast, all the years spent in the gym finally paid off.
It just took a few more sloppy thrusts before Jin came, him screaming out loud at the oversensitivity. But not once did the younger's hips falter as he kept on pounding into his hyung, milking him of his orgasm.
"I can't do it anymore Tae, it hurts!"
Taehyung grabbed his hyung's neck and gave it a harsh squeeze before he finally came into his hole, filling him up to the brim. Teeth latched onto his shoulders and the younger growled at the pleasurable feeling of Jin's hole clamping onto his member desperately.
He slowly pulled out and flipped his hyung onto his hands and knees and gazed at the red hole like it's his creation. White gallops of cum dribbled down from the fluttering hole down the milky thighs. V felt his member hardening again and before Jin could even comprehend, he was forced to straddle Taehyung's lap as the latter sat with his back on the headboard.
He gently cradled Jin's face and kissed his cheeks multiple times before looking deep into his puffy swollen eyes. Seokjin never felt so violated, so humiliated ever in his life. His chest ached with how obsessed and maniacally in love Taehyung looked at him.
"I will kill anyone who comes our way hyung. I can finally protect you from all the evil" He smiled so sweetly, so innocently that Jin felt his inside twist in fear.
"Tae?" He whispered, voice rough from all the crying and screaming. He just did not want to believe what happened today night.
Taehyung pressed their lips together and Jin this time did not protest when he felt the familiar blunt tip of the younger's hard cock entering past his abused rim. The slide this time was not painful, and it made Jin feel so full.
Taehyung's words were now making sense- this was what he wanted all these years right? Love, freedom to be himself and not BTS's Jin. But why did it feel so wrong yet so right?
Jin was just so exhausted that he slumped his body over Taehyung who enthusiastically hugged his hyung as he thrusted upwards, "Sleep hyung. I'll take care of you. I love you so fucking much" tears sprung out of the younger's eyes as he pounded into his hyung's fluttering hole, relishing at how perfect it felt. This was his home, in his hyung's embrace with his cock deep inside him. Now that their fate was sealed, nothing can stop V from having his hyung. He knows that despite everything he has done today, his hyung will still forgive him and love him. And the fact that he proved him that he no longer was a awkward young boy, but a man who desires him as his future partner, Taehyung could rest assured now.
After cumming the second time that night and Jin's the third, Taehyung cleaned both of them and retreated back to the bed to spoon the older who was now unconscious to the world, at his mercy.
"I was always your shadow hyung. But now, I'm your soul"
The next morning Seokjin woke up with Taehyung's cock buried deep into his anal hole, the younger thrusting slow and deep, making the older moan out in pleasure.
This was what Jin wanted. Right?