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Jungkook has to admit that when he was younger, when they were all a bit younger and more frayed at the edges a few years post debut, he wondered about Hoseok. It started somewhere around the release of Wings. He started to let himself think about what it would be like to kiss his members, sometimes fantasizing about pawing at the bulge in Jimin’s pants or what it would feel like to let Namjoon pin him down and push his cock into his little virgin hole.
He touched himself at night after everyone else had gone to sleep, fisted his cock under the sheets and tried his very best to keep quiet, squeezed his eyes shut and thought about Taehyung’s fingers and Jimin’s tongue and Seokjin’s cock that hung big between his legs even when it was soft.
But Jungkook thought about Hoseok’s pussy the most.
When he was about to come, he’d think about the flash of it he’d gotten once when they were showering. It was always in the showers. Jungkook had been rinsing out his hair next to Yoongi when Hoseok had knocked on the glass, naked on the other side, skin golden against the fluorescent, sterile bathroom.
Jungkook remembers having looked down, eyes greedily roaming over his body even though the fogged up glass obscured it so the sides of his torso were all wiggly.
“Hurry up,” Hoseok had said. Jungkook slipped out of the shower and got his first glimpse of it. Hoseok’s perfect little pussy all smooth from a recent shave, the soft curve of his pubic mound so pudgy and inviting. He’d wanted to touch. “Come on, Jungkook-ah. The water’s gonna get cold before Namjoon gets a turn.”
Later on under the sheets, Jungkook worked his cock and thought about what it would feel like to nudge his nose against Hoseok’s pussy, how it would smell, how it would taste, how wet he’d be, how maybe one day he’d be the one that got Hoseok wet. He always came the hardest when he fantasized about it and he usually never got up to clean himself off, letting the cum dry against his skin to be met with a pair of crusty briefs in the morning.
It was like a ritual.
Back in the early days, Jungkook had come by means of his Hoseok pussy fantasy hundreds if not thousands of times. It still lives in his head now as a grown man. Both of them are grown and more mature. All of them are. For Jungkook, there’s always been something about Hoseok that he’s drawn to. He looks more beautiful with every year that passes: all pretty long hair and dainty bones and pursed lips.
And with years behind them and a fair few conversations between all seven of them about what they wanted, how that relationship would interweave with their work relationship, and lots of ‘re-getting to know each other,’ Jungkook doesn’t fantasize anymore.
He doesn’t need to.
“Hyung—” he whines against Hoseok’s neck, hands heavy on his waist. He’s got Hoseok pushed up against the front door after having barely let him step through the threshold. Jungkook might’ve been waiting up for him. “Let me at it,” he mumbles.
Hoseok laughs darkly, the one that makes Jungkook shiver. “Yah baby, I just came back from the practice studio. M’all sweaty.” Jungkook groans at that, his dick filling out in his sweats. How does Hoseok not know that that’s exactly why he wants to get him on the bed, legs spread?! A post-studio Hoseok is his favorite!
“That’s why! Ah hyung, what the hell.”
“What’dya want?”
“Pussy.”
Hoseok’s hand comes up to grip the back of Jungkook’s head, fingers threading through his hair and pulling softly. “You’re so spoiled.”
“Hyung’s got the best pussy. How can I not want it all the time?” Hoseok laughs again, the sound tickling the side of Jungkook’s face.
“We should’ve held you off from it longer, huh? You got to it so early. Everyone else had to wait hmm?” Hoseok’s voice is buzzing warm and sweet in his ear. “Taehyung and Jimin were twenty-three. Jin-hyung was twenty-seven for his first time.” Jungkook’s drooling, slack-mouthed over the hinge of Hoseok’s shoulder. He can smell the dried sweat all over his pretty, tanned skin.
“Hyuuung—”
“You were twenty-one, baby. None of the others got it that young.” Jungkook groans loudly. He knows he’s being needy but he’s thinking cock first. It’s really not his fault.
“You can’t talk like this without letting me have some. It’s not fair!”
They move quick after that. Hoseok’s bag hits the floor with a thud and then he’s dragging Jungkook by the hand over towards his bedroom door.
Jungkook’s brain is short circuiting. It’s a circus of lights, tinkling bells and whistles, big neon signs that say PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY in flamboyant colors. He’s giggling under his breath once they’re inside with the door shut behind them. Suddenly it’s so quiet.
“Come on then,” Hoseok urges, standing there with his arms hanging at his sides.
Jungkook pushes him onto the bed, caging him in with his body bracketed above him. “You’re the best. You’re the best best best.” He presses their lips together harshly. “Gonna make you come.”
“I’d hope so after begging for it so hard.” Hoseok’s words stoke a flame in his gut and Jungkook lets himself indulge in a few more minutes of deep, slow, languid kissing before his hand slips under the band of Hoseok’s shorts and finds the tacky-sweet glide of his pussy.
“Shit.”
Jungkook pulls off Hoseok’s mouth and looks down across the plane of his body, watching the movement of his own hand trapped under the shorts. His nose rubs into the divot between Hoseok’s nose and cheek, both of them already starting to sweat. Jungkook can’t help it. He’s nothing but needy, a big stupid puppy half panting as he presses into the wet sticky mess.
“Jungkook-ah—” The faint slap of Jungkook’s wrist against Hoseok’s pussy echoes through the room, fingers rabbitting in and out, straight and deep fingering the way he knows Hoseok likes. “Ah, ah— slow,” Hoseok warns. “Slow down baby—”
“Sorry,” Jungkook stutters. “Sorry,” he says again for emphasis, slowing his pace down immediately. Instead, he rolls his thumb over the perfect chubby package of Hoseok’s clit, nudging the pad of his finger up the underside of it.
“Yeaaaaah. S’better oh—” When Jungkook snaps his head back up to look at Hoseok, he watches the way his brow scrunches, how his mouth is popped open while Jungkook’s got two fingers inside him and a thumb rubbing insistently over his clit. “Good boy.”
“You’re so pretty,” Jungkook says weakly. “Hyung’s pretty all over.” Hoseok opens his eyes and swats at his shoulders.
“Stop looking at me.”
“No.”
“Make me come then.”
“Okay.” He slips a third finger into Hoseok’s pussy, squishy and slippy wet. It’s so hot inside. He keeps his thumb on Hoseok’s clit and rubs small, slow circles over it, loving the way it moves under his hand. It’s hard already. The little thing chubbed up and standing at attention.
“Wanna come twice,” Hoseok says. His voice comes out strained and grainy.
“At least twice,” Jungkook agrees. His fingers work inside of him, the slippy slidey of Hoseok’s pussy making it easy to go a bit quicker now. “You’re so wet.”
“Shut up.”
“Were you thinking of me at the studio?” Jungkook tracks the way Hoseok’s face freezes up for a second. Just a millisecond. “Oh you were .”
“Shut up, I’m g-gonna come.”
“You love when you get us stupid like this don’t you, hyung?” Hoseok squeezes around Jungkook’s fingers, like he’s really about to come now. He nods, expressionless. “We’re all pussy-whipped. But me especially. I love this pussy the most.” Jungkook picks up his pace and hears a strangled moan slip from Hoseok’s throat.
“Thought you’d w-wait up for me. Oh fuuuuck, Jungkook-aaaah— ” his breath comes out harsh, some out of his mouth and then a louder exhale from his nose. His pussy squeezes rail-tight around the three fingers tucked inside him, squeezing in rhythmic pulses as he rides out his orgasm, and Jungkook can feel, he can hear the gush of Hoseok’s slick squelching out of his soaked pussy. A minute passes with Jungkook kissing over the curve of his jaw and keeping his fingers as straight as he can so Hoseok can rock against them like he loves doing.
Jungkook’s got him pinned. Jungkook’s in heaven .
“Gonna—”
“Yeah,” is all Hoseok can say, eyes heavy-lidded and blissed out. “Go on, baby. Be a good boy.”
Slipping his fingers out, Jungkook maneuvers himself down the bed and pulls Hoseok’s shorts off with him, tossing them on the ground. He situates himself between the musky-hot spread of Hoseok’s legs, the air reeking of pussy now that his shorts have been peeled away. There’s nothing better than the smell of Hoseok’s pussy. Jungkook dips his head down and drags his nose through the trimmed patch of hair just above Hoseok’s cunt, taking in deep lungfuls of it.
“Jungkook…”
“Hyung just— let me smell.”
“You already are, ah—” Jungkook’s hand slides where he grabs at Hoseok’s hip and, oh, how stupid of him to waste something so precious. Clumsily, he pulls back and licks diligently around each finger, humming happily while he sucks up every trace of Hoseok’s slick. And before Hoseok can whine, Jungkook sinks back down and bumps his nose against the bulge of Hoseok’s hard, pinked-up clit. “Ah-haaaa—” Hoseok’s whimpering, gasping out in horny approval as he lifts his hips up and then down to bump the plush head down harder against the curve of Jungkook’s nose.
Shit, that’s so unbelievably hot and it’s also the thing that gets Jungkook to finally, finally notice just how rock hard he is after neglecting his cock for the sake of sniffing some pussy. His dick drags over the edge of the bed and he’s gasping. The tip of his nose is practically inside Hoseok now.
“Ah-ah—” He’s grinding against the lip of the mattress.
“Jungkook,” Hoseok breathes. “Give hyung your mouth. Please. ” And how can Jungkook say no to that? It’s right there, the scent of Hoseok so potent and beautiful. All it takes is a nudge closer and then he’s licking into the sweet center of his favorite pussy, his personal, private pussy that belongs to one of the most wonderful people he’s ever known.
And it’s sweet, really, the taste of him, sharp and gooey on his tongue after one orgasm. He’s hazy with want as he shuts his eyes in an attempt to heighten his other senses, licking into Hoseok in long, indulgent strokes. His tongue is sopping wet from it, slick stained and slippery as he punches the tip of it farther into Hoseok each time. His nose keeps that consistent rub against his clit. Everything is sweet. The smell, the taste. Hoseok is a blood orange oozing at the center.
“Deeper, honey. Fuck hyung with it.” Jungkook’s cock twitches against the mattress, surely leaking and making a mess of his pants. He’s humping at the bed like a dog. That’s what he is to Hoseok. A big puppy following orders, begging for a taste of pussy, aiming to please over anything else. “Kook-ah.”
Jungkook nods, dragging his nose down into the wet-messy of Hoseok’s folds. He wiggles his head back and forth just enough to tease and then his mouth seals over the hot core of Hoseok, tongue dipping into the very center where he’s stickiest. It’s like a honey pot of pussy. Jungkook pushes his tongue in as far as he can, feeling the warmth of Hoseok around him. His chin is tucked right up against his perineum, all tacky with slick and sweat.
This is what he was made for.
“Shit, Kook. Aw shit. ” Hoseok rocks against him weakly, hands fisting the sheets above him. He’s breathing shallow, little ah ah ahs punched out of him from the fuck of Jungkook’s tongue. And Hoseok’s pussy is good for him, blooms so easily for him, opening up and sucking Jungkook in as he dips his tongue in farther and farther, enveloping him in the well of his slick-warm hole.
“Taste so fuckin’ good,” Jungkook mumbles into the hot clench of Hoseok’s cunt. “Wanna make you come again.” Hoseok groans at a particularly strategic lick, Jungkook popping his mouth off and licking a long stripe from Hoseok’s taint, through the mess of his pussy, up to his aching clit.
“Suck on it,” Hoseok almost whispers as if he’s a bit shy for asking, eyes damp, almost pleading when he looks down at Jungkook. “P-please?” He blinks, seemingly out of it, tongue-fucked to hell and back, and then he snaps back in and reaches down, swiping a thumb over the mess across Jungkook’s chin. “Ah, you’re so messy, honey. My puppy.” The last two words rumble out of him.
Jungkook smiles and places a kiss on Hoseok’s thigh. Then another onto the crease of his hip. “Can you come for me?”
“I— yeah probably,” Hoseok muses with a grin. “If you work for it, bet you could get me to come all over your face.” Jungkook is still rutting against the bed.
“Like last time?” He mentions it because last time had been… Well, it was the first time he got Hoseok to go non-verbal just by using his mouth. He likes to think he’s pretty good with it after years of practice.
Hoseok chuckles with a smile. He must be reminiscing. “Yeah, ah, I probably really could.” Jungkook smacks his lips and grins up at Hoseok. “Suck on it,” Hoseok echoes himself, more shameless and less shy this time around.
“Kay, hyung.” Jungkook grabs for his hand and threads their fingers together. “Wanna make you gush for me.” He leans down, licking into the center of Hoseok again with the full width of his tongue before sealing his lips around the perfect mouthful of Hoseok’s clit.
“Ah, fuck. Yeah— yeah just like that,” he pants desperately. His clit is searing hot, begging to be choked on, slopped around, drooled all over. A task that Jungkook eagerly jumps at. In shallow bobs, he mimics the subtle motion of sucking a cock nice and deep and slow. It earns him a desperate little whine.
“Mmmmmm,” he hums around Hoseok, keeping that steady, rhythmic bob, sucking at Hoseok’s pretty clit-dick so hard he could nibble at the little thing, the shiny pearl of the head smooth when he rubs the tip of his tongue over it. Jungkook’s got Hoseok right where he wants him, laid out and pliant, bursting at the seams in the hopes of another orgasm. Of course he’ll get it. He always does, especially from Jungkook, the youngest and most eager to please. The horniest, most territorial dog when it comes to his hyung’s pussy.
Hoseok’s clit is all chubbed up with arousal in the heat of Jungkook’s mouth. He can feel the dribble of slick sliding across his chin and down his neck which does nothing but turn him on even more.
“Kook-ah, yeah— Fuck you’re so good— at this—” Hoseok’s hands are petting at the back of Jungkook’s head, shaky with overwhelm. “Suck me off so good—” He’s squirming on the sheets which means he’s close. Jungkook knows that. He can read every micro-movement and understand what it means and what he has to do to get to A and then to B and finally to C. He knows exactly when to touch, lick, suck, rub. He smiles against Hoseok’s drippy cunt.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, mouth stuffed with clit, chin slick-smeared. “Hyung’so m-messy.”
Hoseok is wordless for a moment. “Wanna come, Kook. Come on you’ve— you’ve had enough.” Jungkook bristles at that. He wants to argue because no he hasn’t had enough. He could lie here all day, cock useless and probably dark red from neglect, face sticky with pussy slick, forehead and pits and the back of his neck all sweaty-gross. He’d happily eat pussy all day if Hoseok let him, give him orgasm after orgasm. Fuck into Hoseok’s cunt, grind into it mindlessly, roll around in the wet splotch they’d leave on the bed.
He suckles at Hoseok for another beat and then pulls off nice and easy. “Come on, hyung,” he says before plunging three fingers into the hot clench of his hole, curling them up at the perfect angle. He’s come to know it as intimately as a reflex. “Give it to me.”
Hoseok chokes on nothing, sputtering at the suddenness of it, the persistent and intense fuck of three fingers back in his pussy.
“Gimme it, come on,” Jungkook begs as he pistons into Hoseok.
“S-shiiiit. S’good ah— ah yeeeah—”
“Come on.” Jungkook watches Hoseok’s face contort, brow furrowed, body on the brink of an orgasm. He’s so fucking beautiful it’s ridiculous. His back arches like a bow pulling an arrow back to straight shoot through the air. His head twists to the left and then to the right and Christ, Jungkook is so in love. He’s achingly hard. If he could just get the angle right, he could…
“Shit, baby I might—” Hoseok pants out, breathless. “D-don’t stop.” Jungkook brings his other hand up, leveraging his weight onto his elbows in order to rest his lower body fully onto the bed. The instinct to hump is instant and he gives in, rutting his cock still trapped in his sweats against the mattress. He moans out loud, the sound almost spooking him because maybe he’s been too quiet this whole time. All he’s been doing is blabbering, not really making noise .
The arousal that’s been simmering for the past however many hours he’s been waiting for Hoseok to get home comes to a head. It’s scalding. The friction is gorgeous, rubbing the fabric of his pants against his straining cock.
Hoseok’s gone quiet, pussy squeezing tight around Jungkook’s fingers. In a split second impulse, Jungkook takes his fingers and pinches at his clit, pulling at it in short, harsh tugs.
“F-fuuuuck yeah.”
Jungkook rocks his fingers in and out of Hoseok’s cunt, all squelchy wet. With the other, he rolls the pretty pearly bud between his fingers, wanting to suck on it again but holding himself back because he knows what he needs to do now.
“Come for me, hyung,” he urges Hoseok on, thrusting against the bed because he’s so close now too. Looking down at Hoseok’s pussy, Jungkook watches as a dribble of slick pulses out of him where he clenches down on Jungkook’s fingers. It’s so incredibly obscene. Jungkook thinks he could pass out from how obscene it looks. “You’re so— Shit, hyung you’re so hot oh my god.”
“Ah fuck ah, yeah. Shit shit shit—” Jungkook uses just two fingers now, curling them carefully where they’re tucked inside Hoseok. “Right there, yeah yeah,” Hoseok whines.
The next part happens in a blur.
Hoseok’s hips twitch up hard, pussy clamping down as Jungkook works one hand inside him, rubbing at that sweet spot, still diligently using the other hand to work his fingers over Hoseok’s clit, tugging and teasing and kneading at the throbbing little thing. And then, Hoseok is completely silent, jaw hinged open, back concave curving, and he’s coming. He’s squirting in short little pulses, hot splashes of sticky cum rushing out of him.
“Oh, ah f-fuck—“
He’s squeezing around Jungkook every two seconds, more splashes of it spraying out of him like he’s helpless to it. Jungkook just keeps going, his fingers punching in and out of Hoseok’s pussy, hitting his g-spot every time, and every time, he’s rewarded with more squirt. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen and he’s seen Namjoon wearing a plug and Jimin in lingerie and Taehyung with a cock ring. He’s witnessed them all edge Yoongi for hours. But this is so much better than all of that combined.
He keeps fucking into Hoseok, his other hand pinching his clit, every cruel roll of it between his fingers eliciting a stuttering moan from Hoseok. He must be sensitive, close to oversensitivity from the sounds he’s making.
“H-holy— shiiiiiiit,” he’s gasping, hand slapping down on Jungkook’s wrist and squeezing there too. He’s squeezing Jungkook all over. “I’m coming I’m— s-so haaard—” Jungkook beams, warm warm warm from the proud feeling of being the one to fuck Hoseok so good that his brain has to play catch up and boot back up after a hard restart.
“Yeah you are, hyung. So pretty. Gimme some more.” He keeps his fingers working into the warm suck of his pussy and couples it with a gentle pressure on his bladder, the touch just enough to get Hoseok gushing again.
“Aw fuuuck, Kook— ” Jungkook leans down just in time to catch some of it, mouth wide open to the wetness that sprays out of Hoseok in one hard stream. The sound of it is unnecessarily hot, a sharp hiss straight out of his cunt and at the same time, he’s whimpering, splashing hot-wet squirt all over Jungkook’s face like a claim. He’s making these breathy little gasps, pussy red and raw and Jungkook is too busy licking his lips, too pussy-whipped to notice that he’s coming too, tongue lolling out of his mouth while his hips continue their involuntary rutting. He’s spilling into his sweats and he doesn’t even care.
“I’m,” Hoseok breathes. “I’m— oh fuck—” The haze behind his eyes clears when he finally looks down into Jungkook’s eyes again, brain registering what he’s looking at. “Jungkook-ah…” It must look unreal. Jungkook feels debauched coming down from his own orgasm, sweaty and probably pink cheeked. He closes his mouth and swallows the warm-tangy squirt that’s pooled on his tongue.
He smacks his lips then giggles a soft, “Oh my god.”
“Yeah,” Hoseok agrees. He looks beautiful. Sex-messy hair and a cheek flush of his own. “You’re—” He lets his head fall back against the mattress, breathing in long, deep lungfuls. “You’re the first one that’s made me squirt, baby.”
“What?!” Jungkook half-shouts. “Not even with Namjoon-hyung?”
“No. Not even with him,” Hoseok hums, his hand now playing with Jungkook’s absentmindedly. “Not even with that insane monster dick he’s got.”
A pride so unimaginably big balloons in Jungkook’s chest. He’s the first. “I’m the first?” He says out loud so he can hear it again. “Hyung really? You’re not fucking with me?”
Hoseok laughs all warm and fond. “Why would I lie about that, Kook-ah come on…”
“Wow.” Jungkook hums, amazed. He squeezes Hoseok’s hand, rubbing a thumb over the delicate bones there and then nuzzles back down against his hip, mouth dangerously close to the warm center of him. Jungkook noses at Hoseok’s pussy, doing a little kitten kick at some of the slick still oozing out.
“Noooo.” Hoseok whines with a hand coming down to cover himself, fingers dipping in just slightly, experimentally. “Think I’d pass out if you touch me right now.” A laugh bubbles out of Jungkook like soda. He’s so giddy right now. Total cloud nine.
“S’okay, hyung. I’m gonna clean you up and then we can sleep, okay? Stay here.” He hears Hoseok mutter something like can’t move anyway and even though his legs feel like jelly when he manages to stand up again, Jungkook is spry as he walks to the bathroom and strips his pants off, not bothering to redress himself. He’ll sleep better naked anyway.
He pads back over to the bed with a few damp washcloths in hand and gets to work, gently wiping up every last incriminating speck of evidence. The entire time, Hoseok is smiling to himself.
“You’re so sweet, Kook,” he hums with hazy, lovestruck eyes. Jungkook gets it. He’s very much in love too, bunny smiling at the praise.
“Just love you, hyung.” The thing is, Hoseok already knows that. Still, Jungkook jumps at every chance he gets to say it again “And not just because you let me do whatever I want. Not just for your—” he trails off a bit. "Your— ah you know." Why is he getting bashful now?
“I know, honey," Hoseok is saying. "I love you too.”
Jungkook doesn’t bother trying to wrangle the sheets out from underneath Hoseok. Hoseok doesn’t seem to care much anyway. He rolls over and stretches himself out across the bed.
“And you can have as much pussy as you want. Always. Just ask and hyung will give it to you,” he mumbles. Jungkook thinks he’s gonna regret that in the morning and probably take it back by saying he wasn’t in his right mind. But he doesn’t really care when he’s finally got his hyung tucked safely in his arms after two A orgasms, three if you count Jungkook’s, both of them sated and sleep-drowsy.
Hoseok is breathing deep, just about to tip into sleep before Jungkook can smudge his lips across his forehead, planting a kiss there.
“Love you,” he hums again just because he can.