"M-Mmgh—!" Jeongguk cried out, squished cheek sliding over the top of the couch top as Taehyung pounded him hard from behind. He was on his knees on the sofa cushions, ass perked up, skirt lifted to give the man an unobstructed view of his cock sliding in and out of Jeongguk's compliant hole vigorously.

The boy's hands were pinned behind his back, Taehyung grabbing his wrists for support, thighs trembling the more he was deeply penetrated in powerfully consistent thrusts.

"Baby, I told you to be quiet, didn't I?" Taehyung's hefty voice came from behind him, and Jeongguk soon felt a harsh slap to his ass cheek, one that quickly tinted his pale skin a rosy color and struck deliciously at his pain receptors. His eyes shot open wide, throat squealing out a high pitched shriek. "Don't make me keep repeating myself, for fuck's sake. Be a good boy."

"I-I'll b-be... I'll be g-g-good.." Jeongguk babbled, head slamming back over the couch when Taehyung's hips collided with his body. "I'll be good s-so... p-please... go a little s-slower, T-Tae..."

"Don't call me that, you slut. I thought I told you this shit already."

Taehyung hoisted the boy up, Jeongguk's head swiftly lifted from the sofa and suddenly the younger found his palms being guided towards the couch frame. Large hands secured at his waist, grabbing him firmly, and soon Taehyung's massive cock was slamming back inside his walls with little mercy.

"D-Daddy-...! Daddy, p-please..." came Jeongguk's quivering sobs. "G-Gently... Go more g-gentle...! G-Gentle..."

Taehyung's breaths staggered, hips snapping as he lifted one hand and landed another rough spank on the boy. He watched with hazed eyes as Jeongguk's plump ass cheek bounced at the impact, his own cock slipping deep inside him, lips parting when the boy let out a whiny scream while falling back against the cushion.

"You need a break, mm?" He spoke with a ragged voice.

Jeongguk quickly nodded his head, a quiet whimper escaping his lips.

"Hm. Alright." Taehyung removed his erection from Jeongguk's pulsing hole and watched as bits of white liquid began to leak out; all the cum he had dumped in him just moments ago. "But what will you do now, hm? I'm still hard, and you're still all spotless." He let out a ravaging grunt. "Fuck... You'd look so pretty covered entirely in my cum. Don't you think?"

Jeongguk slowly sank down into the couch seat, then turned to face the man that stood in front of him, cock still eager. He looked down at the ground with a tired breath, and suddenly felt a finger lift his chin up.

"Your ass gets a break, but your throat should feel just fine, no?" Taehyung's dark eyes pierced down at him. Jeongguk merely returned the look with a half lidded gaze.

Then, after a pause, Taehyung boldly slipped his thumb inside Jeongguk's mouth and pushed down, prompting the boy's jaw down. He gave a slow caress at the younger's flushed cheeks, then moved to slap it lightly, flicking the boy's head to the side. "Slut," he uttered quietly in a deep vibration, using the fingers coated in Jeongguk's saliva to lubricate his own erection. "That what you are, yeah?" He gave another slap at his cheek. "Tell me."

Jeongguk opened his mouth in a low wail, head turning back to face the older man. "I'm... d-d-daddy's little slut..." he moaned out, adjusting himself to his knees.

Then, in one swift movement, Taehyung was ramming his cock down Jeongguk's throat, watching how the boy's eyes rolled back, how he gave a muffled groan, his sweaty bangs planted firmly over his forehead, cheeks flushed crimson.

"My, you should look at yourself right now..." Taehyung growled, hips snapping forward and back in a consistent pattern, thrusting against Jeongguk's wet tongue. "You look like such a whore for me."

Jeongguk's response came back muffled over the large cock in his mouth, which only caused Taehyung's grin to widen. He watched as the younger's eyes drooped, how he flung his head back only for it to recoil back in place. That's when Taehyung's brow slowly lifted.

"Hey, stay with me now, Jeon..." he grunted, reaching to grasp strands of his hair in order to force the boy's attention to him. Jeongguk managed to look at him with a blank stare, eyes lagging while they blinked once. "Shit.." Taehyung whispered, tapping at the other's cheek lightly. But, fuck, he was so close. So incredibly close to a sweet release. A divine feeling throbbing in his veins, rumbling from within the pits of his stomach.

Fuck it, he thought, and secured hold of Jeongguk once again by tugging his hair back while he fucked his throat continuously with no chance at a break. Taehyung launched his head back, shut his eyes, gurgled out a moan, all while cumming inside Jeongguk's mouth, letting him have a taste at every last drop of semen.

Jeongguk hummed out loud groans, cheeks puffed, eyes accumulating tears. When Taehyung finally withdrew, Jeongguk gasped in a large inhale, then exhaled out with sudden ceaseless coughs. The older watched calmly, then began to wipe drool from Jeongguk's lips before a rhythmic sound cut the air around them.

Taehyung turned to look at his phone that rang from the small table beside them, and swiftly grabbed his boxers on his way to the singing device.

"Yeah, what's going on?" He answered the call while adjusting the underwear band over his waist.

Jeongguk watched him with dreary eyes from where he sat on the couch, skirt untidy, hair disheveled cutely, skin sweaty. He was a mess, that was for sure. An absolute wreck, just for Kim Taehyung.

"Fuck.." said man uttered, stepping back over to Jeongguk and stopping by the coffee table. He began to collect his clothing from the carpet and slip them on one by one, which caused the younger to go into an unusual state of panic as he slowly realized what was going on.

"Y-You're, are—... A-Are you leaving..?" he asked, a shaky voice, brows rising in fear of the male's response.

Taehyung didn't spare a look at him while he shushed him and maintained his attention on the call. "Shit. Yeah, I got it. I'll be there soon." He then quickly hung up, and wasted no time in beginning a search for his keys.

"A-Are y-you leaving...?" Jeongguk repeated helplessly.

"Fuck, Jeon.." The older mumbled, then he spoke up louder. "Yes! I'm leaving, alright? You should too."

"Don't g-go yet, d-daddy... Please.." he said, but the words came out in a pathetic whimper that the older couldn't have possibly heard while he already stepped down the hall towards the exit.

Jeongguk shuffled in his seat, hissing at the pulses of pain that would shoot up his body occasionally.

With trembling legs, a shaky balance, loss of energy in his muscles, he made weak attempts to stand upright.

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"So, how'd it go?" Jimin hummed, raising a tube and squeezing out frosting over the freshly baked cake placed upon the long table.

Hoseok plopped down over the seat in front of him, watching fondly as the younger male decorated his creation. "It was fun. Really, I can't remember the last time Yerin and I went out and just did whatever shit we came across."

Jimin forced out a small smile, one that came easier to him just hearing how happy the man sounded. In all honesty, that's all he ever really wanted. Hoseok may not be happy with him, but he was happy nonetheless. The blond boy was grateful for that.

"That's good, sounds fun." He turned the cake towards him, "I feel bad snatching you from her tonight—I didn't know you two were out and about."

Hoseok laughed softly, amused at the guilty expression over Jimin's face. "Relax, we were headed home by then anyway. I told her you wouldn't mind if she came too but she was too tired and needed a nap."

The blond nodded quietly as he returned his focus towards every ounce of decoration he poured onto the cake. It didn't take him long before he was satisfied with the final product, and was quick to settle the materials down.

"So~ tell me what you think!" Jimin gushed while leaning peppily over the table. His gaze fixated with deep focus at the cherry-haired man sitting across from him, who had moved to pick up a miniature fork and eye the cake presented to him on the dainty plate.

"Hm.. Well, the presentation's nice. Cute. I'd say that's a good start," Hoseok grinned, then gently lowered his fork to cut through a piece of the homemade dish.

Jimin's cheeks became pink in anticipation as he watched the older have a taste at his hard work.

"Mm... Hmmn.. M-Mphmm..." Hoseok chewed, head tilting in contemplation of the tastes swirling his tongue, the mixing flavors gradually becoming one. Their eyes met again, and Hoseok allowed a dramatic pause before finally giving him a large smile. "Perfect! You did a lot better with this one."

"Really?!" Jimin jumped up on his chair, clasping his hands together.

The red haired returned a warm grin. "Really, Jiminie. I'm proud of you."

Jimin's eyes enlarged, heart combusting inside his chest. "Y-You are?"

"Of course," the man dug in for another bite, "Your baking skills have certainly improved a lot. Just how many people have been judging and giving you all this feedback that turned you into some baking Gordon-Ramsey-esque god?"

Jimin gave a light giggle while he returned to a normal seating position and adjusted his apron. "Mm... just you."

Hoseok paused. "Just me?"

Jimin nodded.

"Not even Ggukie's tried all those desserts you made just to practice?"

The blond shook his head. "Not even Ggukie. Just Hoseokie-hyung."

Hoseok nearly choked on the piece in his mouth, cheeks quickly turning red as a result. He slammed the fork down onto the table, which caused Jimin to burst into sudden laughter, small finger pointed teasingly at the man.

"Hey, careful now! If you die by choking to death from a tiny piece of cake, that shit will live inscribed in your grave forever."

"Oh, shut up!" Hoseok huffed, though not without letting a fond smile show at the corner of his lips because, well, the boy just looked so cute keeling over while giggling like that. But Jimin, in fact, did not shut up, so Hoseok took it upon him to silence him with his own hands. By means, of course, of flicking at the cake frosting and swiping it over the tip of the blond's nose.

"Ah, what the—!" Jimin squeaked, sliding his chair back and wiping off the frosting. Hoseok mirrored his action and stood with a grin on his lips. "You little..."

Jimin quickly grabbed a speck of frosting and flung himself from his seat straight towards the cherry-haired man, who was already screaming from afar while he ran away. He ran over Jimin's carpet, across a circular table, past the sofas, managed a way to maneuver out of harm's way each time the smaller boy drew near him. That was, until, the poor man tripped over a slipper and landed over the couch, a perfect spot for him to face defeat against the cackling, small boy stomping his way closer towards him.

"Stay back, fiend!" Hoseok shouted as he grabbed a cushion and flung it over. Jimin dodged it with ease, gracefully even, his flexible muscles proving to steal the upper hand now that the older had nowhere to run.

And then, just as Jimin lifted his finger, blocked Hoseok from any route of escape, gawked evilly while the man screamed in protest, was so close to tasting sweet sweet victory——the doorbell suddenly rang.

The two men stopped in their tracks and turned to look at the door.

"...Did you invite someone over?"

Jimin blinked. "Uh... No. Hm, maybe the neighbors are here to complain..."

"Shit... I was kinda yelling a lot... Sorry."

"It's alright, I was loud, too," Jimin sniggered. He licked off the frosting from his finger and padded his way over towards the front door, only to pull it open and reveal his best friend standing on the other side, looking very ragged in appearance. "Oh, Jeongguk, hey."

"H-Hi.." The boy weakly spoke, seemingly shivering as he slowly stepped in.

"You, uh... You okay?"

"I-I don't know.." Jeongguk whimpered, a lag in his step while tears quickly blurred his vision. "I don't know, I-I... I feel really anxious and I don't know w-why..."

"Anxious?"

"Is he okay?" Hoseok stepped in suddenly at the sight of the fragile boy.

Jimin looked at him with a fearful, concerned expression. "I'm not sure, he's-... Acting weird."

Hoseok took a gentle hold of the younger's shoulders and gazed into his eyes, a piercing silence suddenly falling in the apartment.

"Jimin.." The older spoke in an unusually firm voice.

"Yeah?"

"Let's take him to my car."

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"Thank you, come again!" Seokjin let out a long exhale as soon as the customers had walked off, and he reached to grab a wine glass from the counter—this time for himself. "This is gonna be a long ass night," he mumbled to himself, pouring just a bit more than he usually would, and just as he was about to taste the glorious alcoholic drink, the entrance door swung open.

Seokjin scurried to lower the cup and hide it from view before giving his friendly customer-service smile.

"Welcome to Abyss, how can I help you tonight?" The words left his lips in an automatic gesture, and as he looked up to see who exactly had walked in, his work-mode switch had quickly turned off. "Oh, shit, it's you guys."

"Hyung," Hoseok hurried in, seemingly out of breath, supporting Jeongguk from one side while Jimin held onto him by the other. "You have a nursing degree and we need your help."

The older's brows rose. "What's, uh... going on?"

Just like that Seokjin directed the boys towards the back of the establishment, where things were a lot quieter and they could settle Jeongguk down onto the empty staff room.

He examined the dazed boy, Hoseok and Jimin watched as he checked the younger's temperature, flashed a light over his eyes, asked him if he felt pain or to speak out sentences, or grip onto things. And after a couple minutes that felt like an excruciating hour, Seokjin excused himself down the hall to another empty room.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number before pressing the device to his ear.

After some ringing, there was a click before a dark voice answered.

"Yes."

"Taehyung, where are you?" Seokjin waited, a noisy background on the other end, before the man replied.

"Not Taehyung. And I'm busy."

"Right, well, you were with Jeon Jeongguk just earlier, weren't you?"

"Yes."

"You two were having sex?"

Some more shuffling, a temporary distortion to the call. "Yes, hyung. What about it?"

Seokjin let off a long sigh and raised two fingers to rub at his temple. "Well, he's... You forgot to give him aftercare. He's really young and new to all that shit, V. You have to be careful with him. Gentle with him. Especially at first."

"Hyung. Is that all you called to tell me?"

"Well take responsibility for it, asshole, the kid just showed up here going through subdrop and it's all your goddamn fault!"

"He'll get over it."

"That's really beside the point," Seokjin growled. "I'm telling you to take responsibility for the shit you do."

There was another pause, ruffling on the other end. Seokjin could hear mumbles and distinct chatter of people in the background.

"Alright," Taehyung then responded, "In the meantime take care of him for me."

There was another curt click, and the call ended. Seokjin pulled the device from his ear and glared at the screen, mumbling more incoherent frustrations before leaving to return towards the staff room.

"Well, he should be fine. I'll make him some warm tea and get him a blanket for him to lay down with."

Hoseok stood, attentive to what he had to say while Jimin sat with the younger, holding him as he clung onto him.

"Was he with Taehyung?" The blond spoke up, brows knitted together in a combination of both worrying concern and rising anger.

Seokjin nodded quietly, which then caused Hoseok and Jimin to exchange glances at each other, letting the silence that followed settle naturally upon the dimly lit room.

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