The boys knowing Jungkook had new rules and wasn't allowed to come that week was interesting. Some of them tried to make his life easier, avoiding touching him or doing anything to work him up. But some of them made it their job to torture him, as only they could. One evening Jungkook was sitting on the couch when Jimin came in wearing pants that were way too tight and smirked, sitting down on the younger boy's lap and asking if they could watch a movie.
Jungkook agreed of course, starting to sweat when Jimin shifted on his thigh, his ass soft and right there - but luckily Seokjin and Namjoon both came in to watch with them and Jimin behaved himself, just snuggling up against Jungkook's chest. The next day you sat next to Jungkook on the couch, the two of you studying quietly together with your school books spread out around you.
"Baby," you murmured, not looking up from your book.
"Yes noona?" He replied, like a good boy.
"Will you get me a drink?" He stood, setting his book down.
"What do you want?" He asked. "Just water," you replied.
Jungkook headed into the kitchen to pour a glass of water from the cold pitcher in the fridge, and then suddenly he was being pushed against the counter, hips pressing into his ass and a hand on his waist. He set the glass down and put his hands flat on the counter to steady himself. He knew this was bad, but at the same time he welcomed the touch, could barely keep himself from arching back against whoever was there.
"Hey bun," said a deep, soft voice. Jungkook's eyes widened.
"Yoongi hyung," he said shakily.
Yoongi turned him around and then leaned forward, pressed their hips back together, smirking. He slipped a hand up and cupped Jungkook's cheek, the younger boy looking up at him with big, soft eyes. Jungkook gasped when Yoongi leaned in and kissed him deeply, his other hand sliding over the boy's chest, slipping beneath his shirt, groping his pecs and pinching his nipple. Jungkook whimpered, arching into his touch and wanting more and Yoongi gave it to him, pushing his tongue into his mouth and palming his bulge, rubbing at the head of his cock through his sweats.
Jungkook moaned at that, hips kicking forward. And then suddenly Yoongi was being jerked back, a low groan pulled out of his chest as he was pulled away from Jungkook. You had walked into the kitchen, wondering what was taking Jungkook so long, to find Yoongi with him pinned against the counter and his tongue down the poor baby's throat. You rolled your eyes and crossed the room, reaching a hand up and gathering a handful of the blond's hair, then pulling his head back sharply, dragging him away from Jungkook.
"I said only a little teasing," you snapped as Yoongi moaned at the sudden pain.
He didn't reply to you, just tilted his head into your hand to chase the pain of the tight grip you had on his hair. You didn't release him though, dragging his head toward you and slipping your hand around his waist.
"Ah - ah -" Yoongi gasped in pain, your fingers twisted in his hair, his body stiff so as not to cause any more pulling.
"Apologize to Kookie," you said, lips brushing over Yoongi's ear.
He whimpered in response but you just rubbed your hand soothingly over his waist, smoothing it over his tummy but not releasing your tight grip on his hair all the same.
"I'll wait," you said evenly, standing patiently in the middle of the kitchen, a surprised Jungkook still backed against the counter, his big eyes focused on you, clothing rumpled and lips red.
"S-sorry Jungkook," Yoongi finally said, the words falling out in a hurry.
"Sorry for teasing." You dropped Yoongi's hair, keeping your hand on his waist to hold him close, your fingers sliding soothingly over his scalp once you had let go.
