(I'm Gon' Make You) Feel It | YoonTae

Tell me why you wanna be bad

Tell me why you wanna be bad, babe~

Yoongi clicked a random song on his laptop in order to distract himself from the temptation Taehyung represented. -C’mon Hyung. I know you want it –The latter whispered- you have nothing to lose- and Fuck if he wasn’t hot; all heavy breathing, hooded eyes, and low, raspy voice. If he weren’t as nervous concerned as he was, he would have thought that he deserved a fucking award because Yoongi was proving to have a hell of a strong will power.

-Tae, sweetie –He started after clearing his throat- You should get some sleep. You’re not thinking straight right now- he was just about to stand up from his spot when the younger boy approached him, gently pressing his right hand against his chest and making Yoongi lean backward on his desk chair. Taking advantage of his position, Taehyung straddled Yoongi’s lap, letting out a sweet, pleased sigh as his ass landed on top of the rapper’s half hard dick, crotches colliding delicately and creating sweet, sweet friction.

-Maybe you should take me to bed –the younger purred, a devilish smile on his pretty face. His hands came to roam up and down Yoongi’s chest and shoulders, drawing his slim fingers ever so slowly along the expanse of the rapper’s collarbones, and Yoongi was so lost for a second. His poor heart was running full speed, fingertips itching to touch Taehyung’s lithe body, any –every- part of it he could reach. Almighty Suga was a fucking shaking mess beneath the brunette boy, calling out for every single ounce of self-control he had ever been able to summon in order to not just rip the other’s clothes and fuck him senseless.

But he knew better. Taehyung was his band mate and more importantly, he was his dongsaeng. Yoongi should always take care of him, make sure he was all right, safe and sound. Still, he just sounded so needy, letting out these sweet little sounds that consisted of pained calls for his hyung and muffled please’s against the heated skin of the elder’s pale neck.

Yoongi was trying so hard. So, so hard. He tried focusing on the song playing through the studio speakers instead of Taehyung because the kid was driving him insane by the second. But as things turned out, it resulted being counterproductive, what with the song being a slow, smooth rhythm flowing unhurriedly accompanied by the silkiness of the singer’s voice and as soon as the explicit lyrics went through the elder’s clouded with lust mind, he just couldn’t stop himself from snorting because damn. It just couldn’t be more fucking accurate. Could it?

He tried singing the lyrics in his head but then Tae started rocking his hips to the song’s rhythm and the rapper’s brain short-circuited, unable to form any useful thought besides how fucking good the brunette felt against his body.

As the song continued playing, Yoongi found his voice although a bit shaky and not without a significant amount of effort –Tae… w-why are you d-doing this? –And Maybe Yoongi actually was that oblivious –The brunette thought- maybe he didn’t realize all the times Taehyung would stare at him; all the unnecessary lingering touches, all the times the younger would whisper something into the elder’s ear that could have been totally said out loud, just so he could flush his body against Yoongi’s; all the times the boy would stare at him while biting his lips just to turn his head to his side and say something to Jimin with a devilish grin plastered on both, the 95 liner’s faces; all the times Tae would sneak into the rapper’s room to steal a hoodie and then shamelessly walk up and down the dorms wearing only that piece of clothing for everyone else to see it. To see him clad in something that belonged to the rapper like he wanted to make a statement, to prove something.

In all honesties, the blonde male spent most of his time in the studio and the little amount left when he actually was around any other member, he was either asleep or too focused on his notepad to bless the rest of the world with a glance; but c’mon. It’s Taehyung we’re talking about. You just can’t ignore Taehyung.

Of course, Taehyung’s touch didn’t give him goosebumps; he was sitting right under the AC vents. Obviously, he wasn’t flustered with the boy’s warm breath so close to the sensitive skin of his neck, maybe he was catching the flu? that’s why he was flushed from his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears. And what the fuck do you mean Yoongi popped a boner every time Tae would slightly bend wearing only an (his) oversized hoodie and those tight boxers that braced his ass so perfectly? He… He did not have an excuse for that one.

So, yeah. Yoongi had been pretending he had no idea what the younger boy was doing. Sue him. But could you really blame him? How was he supposed to deal with the walking temptation itself in the form of -the hottest creature with the largest innocent puppy eyes, brightest box-shaped smile, and voice that was pure sin Yoongi had ever laid eyes on- a one Kim Taehyung?

Sweating while you calling me daddy

Givin’ you the best you ever had, baby.

The room suddenly felt hot, too hot, making the breathing process a little harder for the both of them. Taehyung felt like he was on a fever, his body in heat as he continued to grind down his Hyung’s crotch rhythmically, loving how the elder’s now rock-hard dick twitched with his every movement. At this point, Yoongi’s hands were firmly settled on Tae’s hips. His vice-like grip so tight that the kid was sure he’d have purplish finger-like marks printed on his skin the next day, but the prospect only made him hornier. The thought of being marked up by his Hyung resulting in such a turn on to his already worked up mind.

-I n-need you so m-much, daddy. S-so bad, it hurts- Tae let out a whiny cry and Yoongi’s body completely froze for a second, trying to still his dongsaeng’s movements as well so he could collect himself but Tae’s grinding was on a frenzy. The unexpected word made him shudder violently, blood rushing through his system so fast he felt dizzy.

-What was that again? –His voice was a few octaves lower, raw with the feeling of having his body on fire. His tongue felt heavy on his mouth and he absently noted how his Daegu satori slurred his words together. The rapper tightened his hold on the boy’s hips, finally stopping them completely, and pulled away so he could see Taehyung’s face, which was currently buried in the crook of his neck. The younger let out a pained whine of discontent for being so rudely taken away from his source of pleasure. As the latter didn’t look back at him, too occupied with trying to rock his hips harder, Yoongi grabbed a hold of the brunette’s hair into his fist to pull his head up. Taehyung looked at him confused, moaning softly at the rather harsh treatment as he tried to focus his gaze on Yoongi.

-Repeat that. What you just said- The pain in Tae’s scalp was sharp enough to get him out of the daze he was on but turned him on even more at the same time –I said I n-need you… daddy. Wanna feel you inside of m-me so bad. Please –The last word accentuated with an especially hard grind down Yoongi’s crotch.

In that very second, the elder’s self-control melted away and he knew there was no going back now. It was like something snapped inside of him, the thin rope that hold back his desire, the reasonable part of him that said it was wrong for him to get involved with the kid finally broke -Fuck, Tae. You sure, babe? - The pet name caught Taehyung off guard and he keened loudly, trying to say yes but suddenly, he wasn’t able to form any coherent sound that wasn’t a broken cry, so he gave Yoongi an eager nod, leaning down to finally kiss his hyung’s pretty mouth but was surprised when the elder pulled back before their lips could even touch.

-Baby, I need you to say it. Use your words –As encouragement, The blonde rapper slipped his hands inside the younger’s shorts and boxer, grabbing two handfuls of Tae’s ass cheeks and kneading the thick muscle, relishing in the feeling, his fingertips digging into smooth skin harshly enough to leave imprints. The latter choked on a moan before whimpering –Y-yes, daddy. Please- And that was all the confirmation Yoongi needed before pulling Taehyung’s head forward to crash their lips together.

The blonde’s tongue went out to lick the other’s plump bottom lip, earning a gasp that allowed him to stick his tongue up inside Tae’s hot mouth. Something warm expanded inside his chest when Tae melted into the kiss, into his touch and he hugged the boy tighter, holding him so he was flushed against his body.

Truth be told, Yoongi already thought Taehyung was perfect; every single thing the boy did or said was adorable, funny, or cute to him; but when they broke apart and he saw how the brunette looked so ravished from just a kiss and a little bit of tongue, the way the boy had melted into his touch, arching his head back so he would give Yoongi more space to mark up his neck, the sounds he let out, he lost it. Growling low from the back of his throat, he whispered in the boy’s ear –’M gonna fuck you so good, baby. You’ll think of me every time you try to sit down. You’re gonna feel me for days.

He started nipping that sweet, sweet place right under Tae’s ear, swirling his tongue in the boy’s earlobe and sucking his earrings into his mouth– After we’re done, you won’t ever want anyone else. I’ll make sure. You hear that, TaeTae-yah? ’M gonna give you the best fuck you’ll ever have, baby -Yoongi’s voice was pure gravel, satori making his words slurry and thick, and Taehyung couldn’t explain why the accent turned him up so much but it did and his shivering body was irrefutable proof. –Stand up, sweetheart. We need to get you out of those clothes.

Tae obeyed. Of course, he did. Getting off of the rapper’s lap with shaking legs, he tripped on his own feet while trying to take a step back and he was ready to fall on his ass but Yoongi’s arms were firmly holding him up against his chest –Careful there, love. The only one ruining that cute little ass of yours is gonna be me –the blonde said, chuckling shamelessly when he noticed the flush in the boy’s cheeks –Oh, so now you’re being shy?

Suddenly, Tae couldn’t talk. Yoongi was being so vulgar and that combined with the cute pet names he was using for him had his mind feeling fuzzy and his brain had just stopped working from the very first kiss. He felt like he was laying on a cloud made of cotton candy and the thought made him smile.

The rapper took his time, slowly lapping and nipping at his jawline whilst his skillful fingers undid the button and zipper of his black shorts, letting them pool around the younger’s ankles. Then he went for his shirt, a long-sleeve light blue button-up, leaving a kiss on the newly revealed skin every time he ever so slowly opened a button up.

When the last one was done, Yoongi was on his knees, hands on each side of Tae’s hips, thumbs drawing small circles until goosebumps erupted on tanned, sun kissed skin. His plush lips were running against the boy’s navel, leaving a wet trail of kisses behind. There was something dark in his eyes when he looked up at the younger, lust practically dripping from his voice when he asked –Did you bring any lube, babe?

Taehyung was so lost in the rapper’s features that he almost didn’t catch the words, shaking his head no when he finally understood them –Guess I’ll have to get you all nice and wet myself, huh? –The smirk on the blonde’s face was almost wicked and the brunette gulped loudly. He gave Tae’s tummy a last suck, biting down on a spot right above the waistband of his boxer on his right hipbone hard enough to leave a bruise, licking the sting after to soothe the pain before standing up.

–You’re so sweet, baby –an open mouthed kiss on his collarbones –Are you this sweet everywhere? –A playful bite on one side of his neck –I think you are. Wanna eat you out –A hard suck on his Adam’s apple that ripped a low moan from the younger’s throat –You gonna let me do it, right sweetie? –His fingers were now playing with the waistband of Tae’s boxers, running the back of his hand absently over the expanse of his tummy while he whispered the words right into the brunette’s ear –You gonna be a good boy and let hyung fuck you open with his tongue?

Taehyung nodded eagerly, hands coming up to clench in the soft cottony material of Yoongi’s tee –You’re being really quiet, babe. Cat got your tongue? –The elder smirked -Hope you don’t stay like that for too long tho; wanna hear you screaming my name when you come –He pushed Taehyung carefully until the back of his knees hit the couch, still leaving wet kisses on all the skin he could reach. When the boy was placed on the couch, the rapper yanked his boxers off, surprising Taehyung who let out a loud gasp.

–H-hyung! -But the rapper was busy drinking up the image of his cutest dongsaeng completely naked, showing off all that sun-kissed skin -S-top staring, hyung –He didn’t know what to do with his hands and he was starting to feel self-conscious under his hyung’s heavy gaze, so he tried to cover himself up, but the older had other plans, pulling his wrists away from his crotch, leaving a sweet kiss on each one before placing them above the young boy’s head.

They were lucky to have such a big couch, big enough to dominate most of Yoongi’s studio that wasn’t occupied by expensive as fuck equipment. Namjoon, bless his soul, had personally asked PD Nim for comfortable furniture for Yoongi due to the fact that the blonde male spent most of his nights there and not in the dorms where he was supposed to. So now he had a huge black leather couch for Taehyung to be fucked in. Nice.

-Look at you –the elder sighted –You look so beautiful like this, Tae-ah. So pliant. Spread out for hyung to use you. -Taehyung was growing impatient now, squirming around and letting out cute little whines -Now in all fours, love. Let Hyung see that pretty ass of yours.

Tae did as he was told, resting his cheek on the cool leather material of the couch, knees spreading further apart to expose himself, ass lifted high in the air wiggling it playfully to his hyung. Yoongi groaned grabbing the boy’s ass cheeks with eager hands and spreading them wide apart, revealing his pink little hole. He felt his dick twitch inside his skinny jeans at the sight.

Make me like you ain’t ever had it.

Tae was tight, his hole wasn’t even a hole because all he could see was puckered muscle clenched on a taut, pink ring; like a knot firmly tensed made of the thinnest cord. A sudden thought had Yoongi inhaling sharply. He doubted Taehyung had ever had a dick up his ass before; with how tight he looked; he doubted the boy hadn’t even had fingers down south at all.

Yoongi’s brain short-circuited for the second time that day and he doubted that was healthy. His mind went completely blank as he couldn’t form a single coherent thought besides the one word that his brain kept on repeating, flashing in big red letters in the back of his mind accompanied by loud sirens and complete chaos, but he was too… -What even was he? Afraid? Concerned? Scared? Disappointed? Proud? Downright terrified –to say anything out loud. He was pretty much all that. He was afraid he could hurt Tae because he knew he wasn’t small at all (not where it counts, at least), he was scared because what if he doesn’t like his first time? What if I ruin sex for him? What if he doesn’t like me?

Usually, Yoongi wasn’t one to be insecure but this was a huge deal, ok? He wanted to give Tae the best he had, to make him feel adored and satisfied and utterly fucked. A small part of him was a little disappointed they wouldn’t be able to be as reckless during this as he had imagined but hey, if he managed to make Tae’s first time great, he could always teach the boy other… stuff next time. And lastly but most important, he was so, so proud. Because this beautiful boy, this gorgeous human being with the brightest, most adorable personality he had ever met and the biggest cutest puppy-eyes he’s ever seen, chose him, fucking Min Yoongi, to start him out in sex. But he was mostly freaking out. Internally, it is.

-H-Hyung? –Tae whispered, voice small and unsure, while he looked back to Yoongi with those big brown eyes of his –Is… Is something w-wrong? –He had to force the question out and the words broke a little at the end. Why had Yoongi stopped? Was he not… good enough? –Yoongi frowned, looking obviously displeased, even mad at him and the boy felt his eyes watering

-What the fuck are you saying, Taehyung? Of course, you’re good enough! You’re more than just good, baby. You’re perfect –Yoongi didn’t even realize he was screaming until the last sentence bounced loudly against the studio walls and the brunette felt both, deeply mortified and sickeningly happy knowing that he had voiced his doubts out loud and then hearing his hyung’s answer. He blushed even harder if that was possible –I… ’M gonna ask you something, aite sweetie? But I need you to be honest, ’kay?

Tae was giving him the look now, the one with which he looked so fucking innocent like he wasn’t lying there, ass up and stark naked on a studio couch at God knows what time in the fucking night, ready to be pounced into. Like he had no idea at all of the world around him, staring up at his hyung over his delicate shoulder like Yoongi was his fucking everything. So pure and adoring. It made the rapper’s chest clench painfully.

–Whatever your answer is, it’s okay. ’M just making sure of something –He waited until his sweet dongsaeng gave him a little nod before he could ask. He wanted to make sure Taehyung understood that he didn’t have a problem at all with this so he caressed Tae’s cheeks slowly, tugging them apart before giving the crack of his ass a long lick, flattening his tongue and pressing it a bit harder over the tight hole, earning the lewdest sound he had ever heard from the boy.

Yoongi growled low in his chest, vibrations traveling all the way to the younger’s fluttering hole, tearing a loud moan from him. He could see the boy’s thighs quivering, giving the skin a playful nip, absently thanking the studio walls were soundproof before finally asking –Have you ever had a dick up here before, love? –He ran his index finger through the skin he’d just licked, circling the rim with feather like touches.

Taehyung was sure his brain had exploded the very second Yoongi’s tongue touched his body. He couldn’t breathe and his eyes were barely opened but his hyung had asked him something so he made an extra effort to answer him –N-no -he breathed out. The rapper’s eyes went dark and the grip on Tae’s hips tightened almost painfully

-What about fingers? Have you fingered yourself, babe? –the older asked, pressing his index one hard enough to tease but not at all to actually penetrate and Taehyung was so new to all these feelings. He was sweating, panting and it seemed like all his nerves had emigrated to the lower half of his body, right where the blonde was touching. His cock was hard and feeling neglected, dripping pre-come all over his hyung’s nice couch. He briefly hoped not to be scolded for making such a mess, blushing immediately at the thought.

-Yes. Yes –It was almost a scream becauseYoongi had moved to lick at his crack again, only that now he was pressing the tip of his tongue right at his entrance and if Tae thought his brain had stopped before, it wasn’t more than a pool of goo now.

-How many? –His voice was muffled since he hadn’t abandoned his place between the boy’s cheeks so Tae was a little confused by the question, brows furrowing a little when he tried to figure it out.

-W-what?

-How many fingers do you use, babe? How many can you take? –Taehyung was about to answer when Yoongi finally got his tongue all the way up in his ass, twisting and twirling and sucking hard on his rim and oh. Oh. He moaned as loud as his lungs allowed him to, legs spreading wider until his knees almost gave up; pre-come now making a puddle underneath him.

-Only… O-only one! –He came with a piercing cry when the eldest sucked on his rim while doing… something with his tongue still inside of him. Ropes of come painting the black leather in white and God, now he understood all that “Tongue technology” bragging. Yoongi had everything to brag about in that department. He had absolutely no idea what the rapper had done but it felt amazing.

Yoongi backed out a little so he could have a better look at the younger, slightly shocked because Did he just…? The rapper had felt the muscles clenching around his tongue and of course he had heard the sinful sounds but he had barely done anything to the boy and yet he had just come… so quickly, so hard Yoongi could feel him full-body shivering even though Yoongi had barely brushed his prostate. God, he was so sensitive. The rapper felt like he had just hit the jackpot. When he was finally able to properly look at the younger, he was not disappointed.

Tae was completely out of breath and looking beautifully wrecked, legs finally giving up making him fall boneless on the couch and over his own come, coating himself in the process. Yoongi gently maneuvered the boy until he was lying on his back, still panting vigorously –Oh, Look at you. –He cooed -You made such a mess of yourself, baby –His fingertips caressed lightly the pool of cum to get them wet enough with the sticky substance before bringing two of them to his own lips, smirking around them at Taehyung’s wide eyes and flushed cheeks. The rapper made sure to lick the come off his fingers, groaning at the sweet-ish taste.

Baby, tell me that you want it deeper

I don’t ever wanna come out.

-Taehyung –The abrupt severity of Yoongi’s tone made something clench painfully inside Tae’s chest as he stopped his efforts of finding his missing shorts. Is hyung regretting all that happened between us already? Tae felt like crying all of a sudden. He reluctantly dragged his gaze up to look at the older male in front of him –I should have said this before doing anything with you, but for… -The rapper gave Tae’s body a significant once over and the boy felt the urge to cover himself.

Feeling extremely vulnerable now he played with the hem of his tee, trying his best to pull at the material down enough so his private parts weren’t out there for certain a blonde to see –obvious reasons I got distracted –Yoongi continued, smirking slightly when he noticed the boy’s uneasiness –I hope you don’t think for a second you can fuck with me –At that, the younger gulped audibly, bracing himself with his arms and staring intensely down to his feet with newfound interest –and then pretend nothing happened, or even worst, go play around with some stupid friend of yours. You hear me?

He took a few steps forward, enough to get him right in front of Taehyung –From now on you are mine. Only I can kiss you and only I can touch you like this –The elder grunted while grabbing a hold of Tae’s hips, pulling the boy closer to himself with a harsh tug –This –he continued, dragging his right hand back to the brunette’s ass before a single finger sneaked its way to the younger’s stretched hole, the pad caressing up and down, probing the outline of the younger’s rim with intention –is only mine; so only I can fuck you –The rapper’s words became a groan at this point, shoving his finger all the way up velvety walls in a smooth thrust, curling it inside immediately against the singer’s prostate.

Taehyung mewled and cried, blunt nails digging into Yoongi’s flesh seeking some kind of purchase, and the rapper felt how the younger’s knees gave up on him, his arm coming up around the boy’s waist for support, holding him tight against his chest. -Is that clear, babe? –To the moment Yoongi had ended up his discourse, he had Taehyung trapped between his own body and his desk, one arm on each side of Taehyung’s hips; and the thought of fucking him right there made its appearance in the rapper’s mind. Tempting.

-H-hyung –Tae’s voice was small and shy. His cheeks burning with the prettiest shade of pink as he looked up at Yoongi through his eyelashes, big puppy eyes on display –You’re the on-only one.

The elder smiled before saying –Good. Cuz I don’t fucking share –With that he pulled the boy even closer, crashing their lips together once again. He tugged at the younger’s bottom lip with teasing teeth, asking for permission to enter his warm mouth, which the boy pliantly conceded. Now two fingers deep inside the vocalist’s warm heat.

-Can you go another round, daddy? –The latter asked cheekily when they broke apart to catch their breaths, showing off his signature boxy smile whilst he pushed the older backward so he’d land on the couch behind them, fingers slipping out of his hole with a wet squelch. –So, no fucking in the computer’s desk today, huh? Another time, then.

Yoongi growled from the back of his throat before answering –I’ll give you a fucking marathon –He grabbed the brunette’s wrist, making him straddle his lap again, fully hard cock standing proud in his front before sliding inside Tae’s warm hole in one swift motion. He was still dripping Yoongi’s cum and the rapper was about to fuck it right inside again.

Even with all their previous fucking the grip around Yoongi’s girth was still so tight, almost vicious and it made them both moan; Yoongi’s being low and guttural while Tae’s was high pitched and broken. As soon as he was settled balls deep inside the brunette’s warmth he sighed contently, seriously considering giving up on everything else and just living the rest of his fucking life inside the boy because he felt like goddamn heaven. His hands were circling Taehyung’s trim waist, tightening his grip here and there, making sure to leave bruises behind.

Yoongi looked up to see the younger’s pretty face; his sun-kissed skin was flushed with a deep shade of pink and he tugged at his bottom lip whilst setting his hips to a slow pace, shivering with every circular motion of Yoongi’s own hips. –You’re so beautiful, baby. Wish you could see yourself right now, riding my dick like a good boy. So perfect for me.