Jinkook

"Ouch hyung! Seokjin Hyung it hurts help me!"

Jin rushed over to the maknae who was kneeling next to the oven, caressing his hand that was bright red and slightly swollen.

"Kookie you pabo, I left out the oven gloves so you wouldn't burn yourself!" This was cookie making attempt 2.0; Jungkook had been trying to capture his favourite Hyung's attention by joining in on the things the elder loved, and of course, what did Seokjin love more than food?

Jin eased the younger's hand under a cold tap, and the latter winced at the sting as he thought about cookie making attempt 1.0, in which he had slipped on some water that had ended up on the floor and bonked his head on the kitchen counter, knocking himself unconscious momentarily. By the time Jin had finished checking, double checking, and obviously triple checking that Jungkook was okay, the cookies were burned.

Jungkook had practically begged on his knees to have another attempt at making cookies- and really, there's a whole lot more Jungkook would do for Jin on his knees- but his signature golden smile was what Jin had succumbed to: "aish alright then. God you're irresistible", he'd said, pinching Jungkook's cheek as the latter grinned, blushing.

"Does it feel any better?" Jin looked over at Jungkook, concern evident on his perfect features.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at the motherly act, he desperately wanted Jin to see him, not as someone to protect in a parent-like way, but as someone to protect in a partner-like way. Even so, he went along with it, rolling his eyes and putting on a salty and sarcastic act. "Yes Eomma, thank you."

Jungkook looked to Jin for his reaction, expecting a predictable eye roll, but instead had to do a double take; it didn't go amiss to the maknae the way Jin's cheeks heated and reddened up on top of the slight hitch to his breath.

Jungkook decided to test a little theory he produced in that moment. "Really, you care for me so much, I really appreciate it, I don't know where I'd be without you...Eomma..." He put emphasis on that final word, and Jungkook wasn't sure whether to be surprised or smirk at the way his hyung whimpered, stiffening slightly. Either way, Jungkook couldn't help himself and took it a little further.

"Eommaaa~, why won't you answer me?" Seokjin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Eom-"

Jungkook was cut off as he was grabbed by the wrists and pressed up against the kitchen counter, Jin's body pressed against his own and holding his wrists against the cupboards above him, their lips centimetres apart, and Jungkook could see the hot lust burning behind Jin's dark eyes. Finally.

That was until Jin suddenly looked panic stricken and began to back off slightly, getting awkward and flustered. "Ah, Kook, I just- sorry. Let's...forget I just did that." Jungkook made haste to pull Jin back by the waist before crashing their lips together. Jins lips felt even better than they looked, better than Jungkook had ever dreamed, soft and plush and doing all the right things, kissing back instantaneously. They pulled back for air after about half a minute. "You...you teasing shit, you..."

"Why just me though?" Jungkook asked breathlessly, "the members call you Eomma all the time, you don't seem to react to that. Not like this at least??"

"Because Kookie-ah..." Jin began to nip down Jungkook's neck, the boy whimpering from the action. "It's you...it's always been you. I know you're the youngest and this shouldn't be right but god...the things you do to me...I don't even think you realise."

"Of c-course I realise, I do it on purpose" Jungkook gave a coy smirk, his eyelids hooded as Jin licked a strip up the side of his neck, sucking where he found his sweet spot to be. "I feel the same way hyung, I just wanted you to- ah- stop holding back."

"Well then, you've succeeded. I hope you're happy", and at that, Jin hoisted Jungkook's legs around his waist, and he switched off the oven as he carried Jungkook to his bedroom, their desperate lips and tongues never separating.

Upon closing the door, he pushed Jungkook up against it, the younger's strong thighs still enclosing Seokjin's slender waist. The older of the two grinded against Jungkook, both of them groaning at the long awaited friction for their speedily growing members.

Jin laced his hands in Jungkooks hair and pulled to gain access to Jungkooks neck once more. "Eo-Eomma, oh my god" he whined, his hands working on the buttons of Jin's pink shirt, the other man moving to grab Jungkook's ass at the nickname rolling off his tongue. Jin let his fingernails drag forcefully from Jungkook's ass to his gorgeously toned thighs. It didn't hurt through the denim of his jeans, but it sent shivers down his spine.

Jin was becoming impatient, figuring he could come from Jungkook's moans alone, he decided to up the situation a level or two. He carried the maknae over to his bed, peeling off the shirt hanging loosely around his frame as Jungkook did the same.

Jin took a sharp intake of breath, eyeing Jungkook's bare torso. "Fuck, Kook, your abs are out of this world." Jin said huskily before he went to straddle Jungkook. He had seen them before, of course, but he was never able to tell Jungkook how they made him feel because that would be weird- well, not anymore, but he would leave that job to the sexually over-invested fans.

"Eomma wants you so badly, baby boy." Jin trailed kisses down his already marked neck, past his collarbones and down his stomach. Jin knew just how sensitive Jungkook's nipples were, that was how he woke him up everyday after all, so he wondered if he could use that effectively in a sexual context. With that thought in mind, he pinched, squeezed and twisted Jungkook's nipple as he licked a long wet stripe up Jungkook's torso, adoring the way his tongue dipped up and down across his abs. He smirked, proud at the way Jungkook tensed up and moaned at his actions.

"Mmmph Eomma plea-ah!" Jin suddenly licked his dongsaeng's full hard on through the fabric of his jeans, making haste to unbuckle them and tug them swiftly down and off along with his boxers.

As Jin massaged Jungkook's hips and thighs, he kissed up the curve where his perfectly toned legs met his gorgeous and full ass, up towards his exposed entrance. Seokjin hummed as his tongue probed at Jungkook's entrance, the wet muscle licking around and dipping in slightly.

The maknae grabbed onto the elders broad shoulders- the movement of the broad muscle there turning Jungkook on more than he cared to admit- as a hand also went to pumping his member.

Jungkook thought he could just about take the treatment with some remaining self control until he felt Jin suck violently on his hole, his tongue wiggling over it at a fast pace and his thumb dipping into the slit of the pre-cum leaking cock.

"Ah! Ah-oh fuck, Eomma! Shit, shit, shit it's s- so- ugh~ oh god it feels so good!" Jungkook was tugging on the older man's hair, making Jin moan over Jungkook's ass, the vibrations causing the maknae to squirm. Neither cared who heard Jungkook panting and yelling as Jin's skilled tongue travelled all the way up, never breaking contact with the younger's skin until he reached the very tip of Jungkook's leaking and throbbing cock. He began to massage the younger's balls as he started sucking him off at a slow pace in comparison to before, and it had Jungkook squirming and gasping for more.

"No one's ever- no one's ever done that for m-me before," he sighed blissfully, "god Eomma, you're so amazing."

Jin hummed in appreciation before getting up to strip himself of his trousers and boxers, and he smirked to himself when Jungkook was practically drooling with wide eyes at his proudly-standing length. Jungkook grabbed Seokjin and pushed him down so the younger straddled him. He grinded their erections together, groaning and breathing into each other's mouths and they shared the taste of Jungkook on Jin's tongue.

Jungkook sat up, still grinding against Jin, and went to grab a bottle of lube from under the pillow. Jin looked slightly alarmed as Jungkook glared down at him, grinning lazily. "Don't think I don't know you use this, Hyung, I hear you through the walls you know. Just because you have your own room, gosh. You're so naughty, Eomma."

"Is- Is that too much?"

"No...no it's not. I love it." Jungkook's breath hitched as he inserted a finger into himself, having lubed it up and wanting to give Jin a show to thank him for the prior experience. After a bit of time he inserted another finger to add to the first, scissoring himself open as he gasped.

Jin pulled Jungkook down so their foreheads were touching, he left a lingering kiss on his heavenly, pillowy lips. "Looks like my precious baby boy is just as naughty. You ever touched yourself listening to me, Sweetie?"

Jungkook whimpered and nodded, "mhm." He let his mouth fall open when Jin started playing with the hard buds on his chest again.

"Mm such a bad boy, so naughty. But I bet Eomma's favourite little man is never quite satisfied, hmm? Am I right?" Jungkook loved the new-found dominance radiating off the elder.

Jungkook added a third finger, his hole convulsing a little around all three digits. He shrieked as he accidentally snagged his finger on his prostate. "Eomma~," he sobbed, "please-ah! Please, Eomma please..."

"Okay, it's okay," he soothed the wailing boy, "Eomma's got you." Jin took his lover by the wrist and removed Jungkook's fingers from himself, the boy whining from the loss, and flipped them back over to have Jungkook on his back and Seokjin hovering over him; he positioned himself at Jungkook's stretched entrance, and after confirmation so as to be 100% sure of the young maknae's consent, he eased himself in.

When he was fully inside his dongsaeng, he let his head lull forwards letting out a pleased sigh, sweaty fringe making contact with Jungkook's own.

After a moment of adjustment, Jungkook began grinding his hips down against Jin's in a circular motion as his cue to move. He studied Jungkook's every facial expression as he pulled out, only to slam back in harshly. Jungkook's eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth open in a silent cry, not all his moans quite coming out whenever his breath hitched harshly as he clawed with desperation at the sheets, his eyebrows furrowing as if he was concentrating hard, when really he was losing his mind.

"Feels real good, huh?"

"Ah~ Eomma! It's s- so good~ ugh fuck! M-more, please!" he pleaded, barely able to make a sentence anymore.

Jin pulled out and flipped Jungkook over, slamming back into him. "Eomma is gonna make you feel so good Kookie ah, so good. You won't be able to move all of tomorrow without remembering how good I made you feel now." He groaned, whispering deeply into Jungkook's ear, his heavy breath against his neck. He pressed their bodies together as he continued to thrust, one hand against the wall to steady himself and the other pulling Jungkook's head back by the hair to kiss him sloppily. The new angle caused Jin to hit Jungkook's pleasure spot head on, and Jungkook was screaming. Never in his life had he felt this kind of pleasure.

"Ah Eomma right fucking there!! Ah shitshitsh-fuck! Oh my god."

"Shit, baby~" Seokjin groaned at the feeling of his cockhead hitting the very back of Jungkook's tight walls, and the drag of it against his shaft, the sound of Jungkook's moans, and the use of the nickname that made him feel a way he just couldn't explain when it came rolling, tumbling out of Jungkook's rounded lips.

He felt Jungkook clench around him as he continued to abuse the younger's prostate, his eyebrows knitting together and his lip caught between his teeth with passion and focus, trying to make Jungkook feel as good as possible.

He wrapped his arm that wasn't on the wall around Jungkook's torso so as to keep their bodies flush together, his hand spread flat against the smooth solid chest, a finger tweaking at Jungkook's hard buds again. He just wanted his precious baby to feel maximum pleasure; "Shit, Eomma I'm so close! Please don't...d-don't stop! Fuck! Oh yeah~," yep, Seokjin was pretty sure he was doing a good job at that.

"Go on, babe. Eomma is gonna come too." He reached a hand down to pump Jungkook to push him over the edge, and the younger released, his orgasm so strong that some of his cum even reached the wall in front of the pair. He screamed out as he clenched around Jin who groaned out his dongsaeng's name, filling him up and making Jungkook whimper.

They came down from their highs, panting heavily still even as Seokjin pulled out and got up to go to the en suite bathroom in search of a damp towel to clean them both off with; they could shower tomorrow. He came back in to see Jungkook lying on his back, limbs sprawled out and his expression so dazed it was almost comical.

"Kookie ah, I have no towels in my bathroom right now," he breathed out heavily, "I'll be right back." He pulled on some boxers and went to open the door, and squealed when he met Namjoon's face, holding out a towel.

He gasped, making haste to conceal his lover's still-naked form from the leader's view, reducing the gap in the door and standing in it to close all access, difficult though given that Namjoon was taller. Thank god he put on some clothes to preserve his own decency.

"Figured you would need this, Hyung. I would say it was about time you two got together but err...keep it down next time, eh?"

Jin blushed and thanked the leader, bowing his head as he took the towel, and as he was about to close the door Namjoon made a last remark. "Interesting kink by the way, Hyung...or should I say, Eomma". He shot out, smirking as he walked away.

"Oh my god, Namjoon!" Jin shut the door hastily, looking back over to a sleepy Jungkook, who still had the energy to wink over at his Hyung, chuckling softly and contentedly.

"They're never gonna let you hear the end of that one, Hyung."

"Shut it, you~" Jin scolded affectionately.

Jungkook whimpered when Jin brushed the towel over his sensitive privates, and- not forgetting to wipe down the wall a bit too- Jin tossed the towel into the bathroom before curling up in the covers, spooning the one he loved and could now tell him just as much.

He gave Jungkook a chaste kiss on the cheek. "I love you my lil' Kookie crumble". Jungkook grinned to himself.

"Speaking of which, fancy cookie making attempt 3.0?" He replied giggling.

"If it will end up like that every time, then I'll make disastrous cookies with you as many times as humanly possible." Jungkook turned around and placed his hands delicately on Jins chest, smiling sleepily. Silence settled upon them as they began to doze off together.

"I love you too...Eomma."