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“Wow, you look fucking beautiful.”
Jimin's ever-cheery voice was accompanied by Taehyung's wolf whistles. Yoongi rolled his eyes at his best friends, done with their antics. He was trying his best to hide the creeping blush on his cheeks, wandering eyes scanning the mirror and trying to see if it really looked good on him.
Fishnets. He was trying on fishnets. It started as a joke really, with Taehyung sharing a porn clip on their group chat, where the bottom was getting fucked wearing fishnets, which started a discourse between them. Jimin was the only one with experience, apparently Namjoon ripped it right off him and it made the other two wonder, especially Yoongi who had his fourth anniversary date just by the corner.
Yoongi's dear husband Jungkook, had been really busy with some new assignments at work while he himself had been busy with a modeling campaign. They didn't see each other a lot in the past few weeks, let alone have sex and it made Yoongi feel crazy. Besides, what's wrong with spicing up things a little?
“You have really sexy legs.”
Taehyung winked at Yoongi which made the elder facepalm mentally.
“Can you both shut up?”
Jimin made his way towards Yoongi, his hands sliding down the elder’s shoulders and then making it to his curvy waist, he rested his chin on Yoongi's shoulder and looked at him through the mirror.
“Oh hyung, not when you look this good. Jungkook is a lucky bastard.”
Yoongi straightened his shirt, tilting his head just a little, sighing immediately, “Be honest with me, do you guys really think so?”
“We'd never lie to you!”
“What tae said! Also, you've been ogling at yourself in the mirror for the past fifteen minutes, can you not tell that you look absolutely delicious?”
“I—I like how I look o-okay? I'm just a little conscious about it.”
“You're Min Yoongi, you've started multiple fashion trends in this country, you really have nothing to worry about.”
Yoongi bit his lower lip, his mind trying to imagine Jungkook's reaction. He really wanted to believe that his husband would love it, would rip it off him and then ravish him, but then again he felt unsure. He'd never worn something like this before. Not for a date at least.
Taehyung rested his chin on the other side, “Hyung, you gotta trust us.”
“Fine. Now get out, I need to finish my makeup.”
“Ruuuude.”
“We could help!”
“Get out!”
Taehyung and Jimin sighed before planting chaste kisses on Yoongi's either cheeks and then grabbed their bags. Yoongi took a deep breath and prepared his makeup tools. A nervous put dropped down his stomach as he applied the foundation.
Four years. That number seemed surreal to him. He still remembers the CEO of his agency telling him that Jungkook would never be the one, he wouldn't even last a month. Everyone said Jungkook wouldn't understand his world, would never get his line of work, and it only made Yoongi anxious. But then, just like that, Jungkook just fit in. He was perfect, and that made spending more than half a decade with him so much more special.
It was so easy to fall for Jungkook and even easier to love him.
Unknowingly, Yoongi was smiling at his own reflection, his mind flashing with the images of the glorious seven years he had spent with Jungkook, four of them as a married couple. Yoongi finished with some mascara and then got up from the stool. He turned around and checked his outfit properly. Tank top, mini skirt and fishnets. It seemed a little too much at first, but now with the outfit properly done, he felt pretty and well, slutty.
Success!
Yoongi did not plan to get dressed in his vanity van today of all days, but Jungkook seemed adamant about pushing him towards the shoot today. He knew very well that his husband was preparing a dinner for them, especially because the younger one made it so obvious with his behavior. Jungkook was a talented, intelligent man, but at times he acted like a hyperactive toddler which made Yoongi giggle when alone, deep in his thoughts.
He scrolled on his phone as he got in his car, Jungkook’s anniversary present by his side and an unknowing smile on his face. Yoongi didn’t know if his method of seduction would work, nor did he know how Jungkook could react, however one thing was certain, he’d have a nice evening and a great night with the love of his life. They’d come so far now that Yoongi knew his husband like the back of his palm and so vice-versa .
The ride from his shoot location to his home was a long one, the pink sky gradually turning darker as he drove through the suburbs and into the city. Yoongi rested his head against the window and looked at the city slowly getting crowdier, the anticipation in his belly growing by the minute. It was when his phone started ringing that brokeYoongi’s daydreaming.
It was Jungkook.
“Hyung, where are you?”
“On the way to our home, baby.”
“Oh I just reached!”
Lies. jungkook sounded excited, even though he was trying his best to suppress it. Yoongi laughed and shook his head.
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes max.”
“Great! I’m waiting for you. N-not waiting for you like I-I’m just here and you-you will be—”
“I got it, baby. See you soon, love you.”
“Love you too.”
As the call ended, yoongi caressed the contact picture he had for the younger and booped his nose on the screen, giggling to himself. “Idiot.”
It was a few minutes past seven when Yoongi finally reached the basement of his apartment complex, in the parking lot. He thanked his chauffeur and then got out of the car, walking towards the elevator. The moment he had waited for was almost here. It seemed like the elevator moved too slow, when it finally stopped on his floor, Yoongi rushed towards his home, his heeled boots making a click-clack sound on the floor. He took a deep breath when he stood in front of his door.
“Hi baby, I’m home.”
The automatic lights went off and then yoongi was in complete darkness, confused and pupils dilated. All of a sudden fairy lights lit up and then a few candles. In that dim, romantic setting, Yoongi’s eyes fell on Jungkook. His husband who had more stars in his eyes than all the galaxies combined, the little sparkle that made Yoongi fall for him in the beginning.
“Supriseeee—Hyung…!”
Jungkook’s eyes started to drink in Yoongi’s appearance and his outfit, the hunger gradually growing. The elder felt like he should move but he just couldn’t. He stood there like a doll as Jungkook practically gawked at his almost bare thighs. A couple of minutes passed and when Yoongi decided to finally speak, Jungkook started walking towards him. The younger wrapped his hands around Yoongi’s waist and pulled him in for a kiss, their lips pressed together until Yoongi slipped in his tongue and dropped his bag and Jungkook’s gift at once. His hands reached for Jungkook’s hair as their kiss deepened. Sloppy and messy, just how they liked it.
“Happy anniversary, baby.”
“Happy anniversary hyung.”
Yoongi bit his now swollen lower lip and asked, “Do you like it?”
“The fishnets? The outfit?”
“Y-yeah.”
Jungkook pressed kisses all over Yoongi’s face before nearing his ears.
“Oh hyung, I spent the whole day cooking us a special meal, otherwise, I’d have ripped these clothes off of you except for those slutty fishnets and then fuck you raw over the kitchen counter. When we finish the dinner, I’ll take you to our bedroom and then fuck you until we’re both spent.”
Yoongi whimpered. He tried to control it but the dirty words spilling from Jungkook’s lips made goosebumps erupt on his skin. It was insane how Jungkook acted at times. In one moment he was a sweet bunny boy and in the next moment he was this guy who could make Yoongi get on his knees from just a flicker of his eyebrows.
“Come on, let’s have dinner.”
As expected, Jungkook had outdone himself. Well seasoned steaks, done to perfection as per Yoongi’s tastes, Aglio e olio pasta, and a bottle of 1993 Château Margaux. It was the same dinner they had on the day Jungkook proposed to him. Yoongi’s eyes got a little misty as he remembered that night and the time he had spent with Jungkook as husbands.
“This is so good mmhmm, I love you.”
Jungkook giggled, “I love you too. I even made tiramisu! Can you believe it?”
“I’m so proud!”
When they first got together, all the younger could cook was instant ramyeon , and now seeing him cook such a beautiful spread made a large smile bloom on Yoongi’s face. He reached for Jungkook’s hand with the wedding ring on and pressed a little kiss on his knuckles, leaving a print of his lips because of the oil from the food.
“You’re perfect, baby.”
“So are you, hyung. I love you so much.”
Even after all these years, yoongi could never feel bored with Jungkook. They could have the same conversations everyday and yet somehow have fun. So many days, Yoongi had gotten home exhausted beyond anything, and his husband was just there with a warm smile and comforting hug. On his worst days, Jungkook would come home and curl up on the bed with Yoongi in his arms, watching some random tv show that they had watched multiple times already.
Yoongi wiped his face with a tissue before getting up and running towards the entrance.
“Hyung, wait what happened?”
“I forgot to give you your gift.”
“I got you something too!”
Jungkook yelped when he looked at the bracelet Yoongi got him, the shiny diamonds looking beautiful on the younger man’s wrist. The elder too was giddy looking at the pendant Jungkook got him. It was a guitar pick shaped rose gold ornament. Yoongi loved to play the guitar, just a side hobby for him now that his modeling career was in full swing.
“Funny how we both got jewelry for each other.”
“It’s because we are material girls!!”
“You are ridiculous.”
Dinner went by smoothly, old jokes and anecdotes filling up the room. By the time Jungkook brought out dessert Yoongi became more and more impatient. He loved the romantic gestures, the candlelight ambience and the way Jungkook looked at him, with all the world’s love in his eyes. Yoongi wondered how his gaze looked to his husband because at the moment he felt too many things at once; affection, love and most importantly lust. Jungkook’s outfit was fairly simple, jeans and a half-sleeved t-shirt which enabled the elder to drool at his sleeve tattoos, and yet it made Yoongi go crazy.
He wanted those arms around him, curling against him like a snake. He wanted Jungkook to—
“Hyung! Are you even listening?”
Jungkook’s voice brought Yoongi back to reality, his sex-crazed mind going too deep in thoughts.
“Sorry I was just thinking about something.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened, “About what? Is there any problem?”
It would’ve been easier to just say no to Jungkook, but Yoongi never really had a taste for easy things. He dropped his fork on his plate and rose up from the chair, Jungkook’s eyes following his moves. He took the last sip from his wine glass and then made his way towards Jungkook.
“I do have a little problem, Jungkook-ah.”
The lack of nickname made Jungkook worry more, “What is it? Is there anything I can do?”
Yoongi neared Jungkook’s ears, sending warm flushes all over the younger man. He bit on Jungkook’s earlobe and then proceeded to rub his veiny hand on his husband’s crotch making him suck in his breath, “I don’t know. Here I am dressed up like a fucking meal for you and there you are talking about Hawaii and whatnot. I deserve better, baby . Should I go use my vibrator instead?”
In a swift motion Jungkook pulled Yoongi towards him making the elder sit on his lap drawing ou"t a giggle from him. He had Jungkook exactly how he wanted him to be.
“Here I thought we’d have a nice dinner and then I’m gonna fuck you, but you’re too impatient even for dessert aren’t you? A little slut.”
Yoongi’s breath hitched, his own cock growing under the skirt, in his boxers. He loved it when Jungkook called him names in bed, loved it when the younger treated him harshly during sexy times, absolutely loved it when he manhandled him.
“It’s our anniversary, you should’ve pounced on me immediately.”
“Come on hyung we mustn’t waste food, just like you are wasting your tiramisu.”
“I can eat it tomorrow.”
"I have a better idea.”
Yoongi whined when Jungkook put him down but his curious gaze never left his husband. Jungkook definitely had a plan in motion. He walked towards the kitchen island and cleared in completely (except for the faucet) making ample space for a person to lay. Uh-oh .
“If you’re not gonna finish your dessert, why don't I have some more?”
“Huh?”
Without any further comments, Jungkook picked Yoongi up like the elder weighed nothing, and then gently laid him face up on the counter. Yoongi reached out and held on to the faucet to settle himself and then adjusted. Jungkook wasted no time and lifted Yoongi’s skirt exposing his milky skin to the cold air making the elder shiver. Yoongi could feel his ears go red, a warm feeling rising up his cherub cheeks, painting them redder.
“So fucking sexy. You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes.”
Yoongi’s voice sounded unnatural, a little airy. Maybe it was the fact that all the effort he put in for a week now (including ordering the outfit) was finally bearing fruit. His husband reacted even better than he imagined and now, while he laid on the cold kitchen island, breathing in the scent of passion fruit from the diffuser with Jungkook’s hands all over him, Yoongi couldn’t help but smile in triumph.
Jungkook pulled him by the legs, earning a yelp from Yoongi which was followed by a moan when he felt the younger’s warm breath against his clothed crotch. The black lace panties Yoongi wore barely covered his leaking cock. Jungkook’s hands reached below Yoongi’s hips to lift him and then laced his fingers in the diamond shaped holes of the stockings.
“Looking so gorgeous, hyung. You are such a motherfucking masterpiece. I’m so lucky.”
“Stop talking and DO SOMETHING!”
Yoongi yelled and Jungkook chuckled, a hint of dark smugness in his voice that the elder loved and hated at the same time. There were so many sides to this man he loved so much, the lustful, rough and sexy part seemed more appealing than anything else at the moment. Romance be damned.
“It’s our anniversary night and you still wanna go at it like it’s a one night stand?”
“I thought so initially, but you know what baby, I don’t think you have it in you anymore. The Jungkook of seven years ago is not here anymore.”
If he was in a different position right now, Yoongi would’ve patted himself on the back because he just hit Jungkook right where it hurt. For a few seconds Yoongi could only hear his husband’s breathing before the sound of ripping fabric reached his ears.
Jungkook had just ripped both his panties and the fishnet stockings.
“Everything that happens after this is the consequences of your actions.”
“I-If you’re capable enough for i—”
Yoongi’s words died in his mouth and got replaced by a moan when Jungkook spanked his now exposed hole. The younger one grabbed Yoongi’s weeping cock and started fondling it, drawing filthy sounds from him. When his hand was completely covered in the elder’s pre-cum, Jungkook withdrew.
“Act like a slut, get treated like one.”
Without any warning, Jungkook’s finger breached his rim and entered him, the stretch not much at all but the element of surprise making Yoongi whimper loudly. Jungkook uses Yoongi’s pre-cum as lube as he glides in and out of Yoongi’s hole, adding another finger a minute later, this time, turning his hand and pulling his fingers in a certain come hither motion inside the elder which made him sob.
“Ba-babyyyy.”
Sweet moans, whimpers and cries all for him, it ignited something feral inside Jungkook, his cock uncomfortably hard in his jeans. He let Yoongi wrap his legs around his head as his tongue joined his fingers in the dirty dance inside Yoongi. While his fingers abused Yoongi’s prostate, his tongue played with his walls. The elder held on to the faucet for dear life as his back arched and he wailed at the overwhelming sensations.
When Jungkook pulled away his mouth, Yoongi was already a mess, his drooling cock oozing out copious amounts of pre-cum. The elder had his eyes shut, cheeks flushed and sweaty. Jungkook had four fingers inside him now, lazy strokes stimulating his husband’s bundle of nerves.
“Fucked out already? Tsk tsk.”
“I wanna cum.”
“Beg for it.”
“P–please….Jungkookie pleaseee let me cum.”
“Good boy.”
He used his other hand to once again touch Yoongi’s neglected cock and then started to pump it, splotchy sounds filling their surroundings. Yoongi hiccuped as the pleasure took over him, his surroundings blurry for a few seconds before he reached his peak. He cums with a high-pitched shriek, his cock painting Jungkook’s hand white. Jungkook helped him through the orgasm, filling his ears with dirty praises that made Yoongi preen. When the younger one finally pulled away, Yoongi sat up and whined. Jungkook giggled and neared him, plating a little kiss on his nose.
“How was your dessert?”
“Gourmet and delicious.”
Yoongi chuckled, his eyes disappearing for a moment as he pulled Jungkook for a soft kiss, their breaths mingling together once more.
“Take me to the bedroom.”
“Okay princess.”
Yoongi enjoyed the different nicknames Jungkook had for him. Always made him feel so special. Jungkook hooked his arms around Yoongi’s hips and threw him over his shoulder, the elder’s flowy hair ruffling at the rough gesture.
As soon as Yoongi was thrown on the bed, Jungkook slid on top of him, kissing his neck and sucking in little marks on his neck which would turn purple the next morning. His hands reached under Yoongi’s top, feeling the smooth skin underneath and groaning into the elder’s shoulder blades as he felt feral over his husband. He was about to reach under the elder’s skirt once more but was stopped by him. Yoongi pushed Jungkook off him and got up, straightening his top.
Jungkook asked worriedly, “Hyung what happened? Are you uncomfortable?”
His voice was nothing short of genuine, and it made Yoongi chuckle.
“I wanna suck you off.”
“Oh god you scared me!!”
Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed, his stance a little laid back as he watched Yoongi get off the bed and straighten himself on the floor, legs a little weak.
“Hey! Stand up!”
Jungkook obliged and Yoongi immediately got on his knees, his large fingers struggling with the button on Jungkook’s jeans. He undid the zipper and pulled the pants down before reaching for the boxers. The elder licked his lips at the sight of Jungkook’s freed cock when he peeled off the underwear. He was hard, drooling pre-cum with the tip a little swollen. Yoongi could see the throbbing vein on the base and it only made him hornier.
“Come on hyung, take it.”
Yoongi wanted to retort something but at the moment, all he wanted was to suck off his husband. He pushed just the tip inside his mouth, licking the salty pre-cum on it, the feeling drawing out a guttural moan from Jungkook, his breath stuck in his throat. The elder then took it all in at once, his sloppy mouth filling up with cock. Jungkook’s tip was hitting the back of his throat. Yoongi closed his eyes, breathing through his nose while his husband’s cock laid heavy on his tongue. A mix of salty and bitter taste was all over his tongue. He hollowed his cheeks and started bobbing his head up and down, the movements making Jungkook let out a rough exhale.
“Fuck, you are so good with your mouth. My little slut.”
He continued sucking Jungkook off until he felt the younger’s cock twitching in his mouth, indicating his impending orgasm. Yoongi pulled away a little, with only half of Jungkook’s length inside him and swirled his tongue on the tip. Jungkook bucked his hips and moaned loudly before grabbing a fistful of Yoongi’s fluffy hair and pulling out his cock. Yoongi groaned in disapproval.
“I wanna cum inside you, hyung.”
The next few minutes were spent kissing as well as ripping each other's clothes off and throwing them somewhere in the room.Yoongi’s torn panties were pulled away and so was his tank top but his skirt and the fishnets stayed. Jungkook was stark naked, the jewelry on his body sparkling under the led light, especially his wedding ring. He pushed Yoongi on the bed, the elder gasping at the contact of the soft mattress under his skin. He laid there for a few minutes, his cock hard again, begging for attention.
Jungkook came back with a bottle of tangerine scented lube, their favorite and threw it on the bed before lathering some of the liquid on his fingers, warming it up. He used his other hand to push Yoongi’s legs towards his chest and the elder immediately sneaked his hands below his knees to hold himself open. The scene was so obscene, almost like a porn film was being shot.
“I’m stretched enough, just put it in for fuck’s sake.”
“I know that, but I need to lube you up properly.”
“Fine, just go fast.”
Jungkook chuckled.
After applying lube on Yoongi’s rim as well as his own cock, jungkook finally pushed in, his cock ramming inside the elder and filling him up to the hilt. He stayed like that for a second, reveling in the feeling of his husband’s warm insides. Yoongi’s moans filled the room as Jungkook fucked into him, his unrelenting thrusts too much for his husband. He continued his rhythm while teasing Yoongi’s cock every now and then. Yoongi was a mess of drool and tears, his mascara running down his cheeks, body spasming at the rush of pleasure.
Jungkook too was feeling euphoria, pleasure shooting up his spine as he continued his torture on Yoongi’s prostate, drawing mewls and cries from his husband. Everything was just the way Yoongi wanted.
“Look at you, a mess on these sheets, all mine aren’t you, hyung? Mine to fuck and mine to cherish. My perfect little slut.”
“Yours—agghhh.”
Yoongi was babbling, his words a mush between his cries and his moans. He reached for Jungkook’s hands and the younger one immediately held his hands as he sank deeper into him, his balls hitting the space below Yoongi’s rim. The bed creaked a little from the force of the thrusts, Yoongi’s body moving like a ragdoll against Jungkook’s buff one, his muscles flexing from the workout .
“Oh fuck oh god shit shit shit shit shit…”
“So good for me, hyung.”
The air conditioner wasn’t enough to keep them from sweating, their bodies sticky and warm against each other, nipples pebbled from the friction. Jungkook couldn’t help but flick Yoongi’s sensitive buds and elicit a shriek from him. Every little sound his husband made was music to his ears, Jungkook licked his nipples and used his teeth to graze against the skin. Yoongi hiccuped and croaked at the pleasurable torture until he found himself at the edge, the tension coiling in his gut ready to snap.
“I–I’m close.”
“Me too. Let’s cum together okay?”
Yoongi nodded, unable to let out words anymore because Jungkook changed his angle and continued the sensual roll of his hips until they both started spasming. The younger’s thrusts got sloppier and Yoongi just could not hold it in anymore, his body exploding with pleasure. One harsh thrust and Yoongi spilled himself all over his stomach untouched, his hips bucking and lips letting out moans and groans.
“Jungkook-ahhh fuck baby—”
Jungkook came right after, his cum filling Yoongi to the brim, warm feeling snug inside the elder as he pulled out his soft cock. He collapsed on the bed, pulling Yoongi closer, the both of them basking in the afterglow. A soft smile spread on their lips as they let their bodies recover from the orgasm.
“Fuck, I think I blacked out for a second.”
Yoongi chuckled, “yah! I’m the one who cummed twice and you’re complaining?”
“When did I even complain? I love fucking you with all I have.”
“You’re crazy.”
They laid like that, pressing kisses to each other’s faces, giggling and talking about the dinner. Almost twenty minutes passed by when while talking, Yoongi sneakily reached for Jungkook’s cock and started rubbing it. Jungkook gasped and looked at Yoongi, his eyes wide.
“Hyung, what are you doing?”
“You fucked me so well, I just wanted to reward you.”
Jungkook groaned as the elder got up and sat on his thighs, big hands wrapping around his cock making him grow hard on his husband’s pale skin. When he became hard enough, Yoongi raised his hips and bottomed out on Jungkook’s cock. They both moaned in unison, Yoongi was too sensitive and so was Jungkook.
Yoongi rode him in slow motion, his hips bucking as Jungkook held them, tongue lolling out in pleasure. It was sensual, the way he moved and chased for pleasure, they would not last too long. It felt so intimate, less.hungrier than the last one. Yoongi’s moans and Jungkook’s groans all mixed together, their bodies flush against each other, taking in every little pleasure the other was providing.
Soon, they both spilled once again, this time their cocks barely leaking much, but the orgasm was still heavenly. Just like Jungkook had said earlier in the evening, they were truly spent, bodies exhausted from the activities.
“I love you Jungkook-ie”
“I love you too hyung.”