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❗️CW: BDSM, Spanking, Punishing, Edging (orgasm denial??) — CAN SKIP!

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  They were sat in the car, an SUV. It was a nice car and Jungkook was truly excited about trying out the new setting.

  He wore a skirt (despite how cold it was).

  There had been so many times where he had wanted to wear one, but he never did. Not for a video, at least.

  But he knows that Seokjin thinks he's pretty. He doesn't care what any viewers say or think.

  Seokjin was wearing normal clothes. For him, a navy sweater and jeans. He wasn't too talkative, which made Jungkook sit in anticipation as the cameras started.

  "Action!" the director called out from outside the car.

  They were outside the studio, at night, staff set in the front of the car. Seokjin, as was told, pretended to park the car. The rest was for them to make up.

  But Seokjin turned to Jungkook with one hell of a stern look. He was sitting in the driver seat and Jungkook was in the passenger, waiting.

  "You teased me, Jungkook-ah."

  Jungkook blinked up at him, hands rested in his lap and mouth shut as Seokjin merely observed him.

  As he sat there speechless, Seokjin glided his fingertips up along Jungkook's chest to take ahold of him by his chin, forcefully lifting his gaze up at him.

  "Answer me."

  Jungkook gulped at the feeling of Jin's firm hold. "Y-Yes, I teased you, hyung." He didn't mean to stutter. They were supposed to act, but Jungkook did tease him. That's true.

  "Look at you now." Seokjin chuckled at him, amused. "All shy and stuttering. You weren't like that the other day, when you sent hyung some naughty photos, hm?"

  Well, no...

  "Didn't think so," Seokjin responded for him. He leaned into Jungkook, his lips barely brushing against the smaller's. "I think bun deserves a punishment."

  Jungkook held tight onto his black skirt as he felt Seokjin's hand lay on his upper knee, such gentle touch.

  Seokjin backed away from him and kept his gaze on his hand as he ran it up slowly, then slid back down, stroking Jungkook's thigh.

  "You know, I always thought you were so innocent. Always told me to be gentle because you're sensitive. Always wanted to be vanilla." Seokjin smirked at him. "But then you go and tease hyung."

  Jungkook shuddered at the unhurried drag of Seokjin's hand up his thigh.

  "Here's what you're gonna do." He slipped his hand under Jungkook's skirt, this time gliding up to his inner thigh. He made sure Jungkook was looking at him, a rougher grip on his chin now.

  "W-What?"

  Seokjin stopped his hand right at Jungkook's crotch.

  "You're gonna suck hyung's dick right now. Gonna use this smart little mouth of yours and make hyung come. Then I'm going to fuck you in the backseat and you're not going to come until I say so. Got it?"

  Jungkook shuddered at the low tone of his voice. "B-But what if..." What if he does come before..?

  Seokjin's eyes narrowed at him. "Bunny doesn't want a spanking, does he?"

  Though it should've been the use of discipline, Jungkook sure as hell wouldn't complain about this 'punishment'.

  "No, hyungie." He closed his mouth before he said otherwise.

  "Good." Seokjin let go of his chin and took his hand away from his thigh, leaving it cold now. "Now do what you were told. What're you waiting for?"

  He leaned back into the seat and waited for Jungkook.

  He shouldn't have been eager, but this punishment isn't exactly what he was expecting. So what if Seokjin spanks him if he comes before he's told? Hell, that's a success.

  So Jungkook unbuttoned Seokjin's jeans and bent over in the car, ready to do as he was told. For now.

  He took Seokjin's dick out and worked him up. Easy, considering they had been talking, doing just that.

  It made Jungkook even more pleased, the fact that Seokjin was nearly worked up just by telling him what to do.

  "Good boy," Seokjin let out as Jungkook took his head into his mouth, only teasing at it.

  He shivered as Seokjin's hand made its way to his ass, pushing his fingers under the fabric of his panties and grabbing his ass under the skirt.

  He moaned around Jin's dick.

  It took quite a bit, but Seokjin was set on his words and so was Jungkook. So eventually, with Jungkook teasing and sucking at his head and jerking him off below, Seokjin came, a low moan in his throat.

  Jungkook pushed back into the feeling of Seokjin fingering him, which had been initiated somewhere between.

  They didn't care that they were even in a car. If anything, the light bounce of the car as Jungkook bopped up and down on his cock made it thrilling.

  "Anyone could see you right now," Seokjin had said, fingers tight in the younger's hair. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

  Perhaps he would.

  He wouldn't have rushed to the backseat of the car if he wasn't turned on by it. Wouldn't have bent over and lifted his skirt if he didn't want Seokjin to fuck him then and there.

  Seokjin made it back there as well, but he sat down in the seat, pants pulled back up and legs spread as he simply looked up at Jungkook.

  "Now be good and finger yourself, bun."

  Jungkook wanted to groan, wanted to hurry and be fucked, but he also had to wait for Seokjin to get hard again.

  He pushed his fingers into himself and started quick, soft whines as his dick throbbed to the feeling.

  "Nuh-uh," Seokjin grabbed his wrist, forcing him to pull out.

  Jungkook whined more, this time because of the loss of pleasure. "W-Why?"

  Seokjin slowly guided Jungkook's finger back into him, his own finger pushing past his rim as well. Jungkook's thigh clenched at the slow build-up, needing Seokjin to go faster.

  "Told you to be good, bun." He pulled his finger out and watched Jungkook continue at the pace he set, which was slow. Painfully slow.

  "H-Hyung—"

  He was trying not to squirm, trying to continue fingering himself like Seokjin wanted him to. But after so long, he was tearing up. Painfully hard.

  "Fine."

  Jungkook's wrist was jerked away, pushed back towards him. He was going to apologize for being so needy and whiny, but Seokjin grabbed his asscheeks and spread them, no warning before he spit onto his hole.

  He moaned as Seokjin pushed two fingers in, immediately curling up against his prostate and thrusting into it, not giving a damn how much Jungkook whined and squirmed at this point.

  Jungkook started touching himself as well, leaking over his hand just before he felt himself about to come. He knew it was coming. He did it on purpose, anyway.

  So as his thigh muscles tightened and hole clenched around Jin's fingers, he came. It was messy; he came all over his skirt and onto the seat.

  Judging by the way Seokjin stopped and slowly pulled out of him, he knows what Jungkook just did.

  "Thought I told you not to come until I told you to?"

  Jungkook's head fell in defeat. "D-Didn't mean to, hyungie." But he could hear Seokjin scoff.

  "Don't care." He pulled Jungkook back by his hips. "Get over here."

  Jungkook let himself be pulled over to him. Let Seokjin bend him over his lap, ass presented as Seokjin pushed his skirt up.

  "Such a pretty angel." He thumbed at Jungkook's asscheek, rubbing gently. "Pretty baby came without permission though, didn't he?"

  Jungkook arched his back, lifting his ass to— well, to make himself look hotter.

  "Y-Yes, hyung."

  The first spank wasn't hard at all, just enough to make Jungkook bite his lip as raise his ass for more.

  "Why didn't you do what you were told?" He felt Seokjin pinch his ass, the sting making him squirm, skin burning and tingling to the touch.

  "Hyung— ah!" Jungkook moaned out as Seokjin spanked him again, this time absolutely felt. "M-More."

  Seokjin's hand rested on his ass, not moving a bit. "You like being spanked, huh?" He then tugged Jungkook up by his shirt. "You don't even deserve this much, then."

  "What?" Jungkook pouted as he sat back on his knees. "B-Bunny was bad, though..?"

The sting on his ass was lingering and he loved it. Loved being spanked.

  But the older ignored him and pushed his pants down. He was hard again and seeing him pull a condom from his pocket and opening it, Jungkook figured he didn't care too much about that punishment now.

  "Only you would enjoy a fucking punishment. Get over here and ride my cock. You're not coming again, either. I won't fucking let you."

  He jerked Jungkook onto his lap again, this time bringing his ass towards him and making him face the front of the car.

  Jungkook still was excited to jump onto his cock. No punishment could possibly stop him. Too much of a sucker for dick.

  He was soon bouncing on Seokjin, tight grip he had onto the seat in front of him and the tight grip Seokjin had on his ass and skirt.

  He was so needy, so whiny as he rode his boyfriend. The car bounced along to every smack of their skin, to every moan and deep exhale.

  "H-Hyung-aah- I'm close."

  Seokjin wrapped his arm around Jungkook. He was expecting him to touch. To help him come. He wasn't expecting Seokjin to squeeze his cock, preventing him from coming.

  Jungkook cried out in frustration, no longer riding Seokjin. He wanted to come so bad. Needed to. But he was lost as to why Jin was stopping it.

  "H-Hyung, what?"

  His thighs clenched so hard and his dick twitched, but with no release. So irritating. Still hard and throbbing. 

  "You're not coming." Seokjin took matters into his own hands, thrusting up into Jungkook since he was no longer moving.

  Every thrust only made it worse for Jungkook. Hitting that spot over and over, but not letting him release. Seokjin let go of his cock, but the feeling had already settled back to where he was before. Needy, needy, needy.

  Seokjin came, though. He came into the condom, a groan as he watched himself push and pull out of Jungkook.

  "That'll teach you, won't it?"

  "Cut!"

  Jungkook felt so deprived.

  The last time they called cut before he got to come was when they filmed at the pool. And look how that went.

  "Hyung," Jungkook whined. "P-Please help me. Please..."

  "And why should I?"

  Jungkook was nudged off of him. Let himself be set to the side. "Please," he muttered as he started slowly stroking himself. He didn't care about the few staff around.

  Seokjin sighed, but he took matters into his own hands, this time finally touching Jungkook just like he wanted him to do before.

  Jungkook mewled and squirmed into the seat as he was being taken care of. This time, he let Jungkook come.

  Didn't hold back, didn't keep him from doing so, didn't tell him no. Just let him buck up into his fist as he came.

  Then he brushed the hair out of Jungkook's face as he slumped into the seat. "Don't tease me like that again and it won't happen next time. Got it?"

  The younger nodded weakly.

  "Yes, hyung.."

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this whole au is so dirty wtf how did my brain do this