BTS ONE SHOTS

His Baby (hopekook)

Jungkook had found his way into Hoseok's bed once again, tangling his limbs with his as he snuggled his face between the older boys shoulders. The maknae sighed as he found the perfect angle so that his body was as close to his hyung's as possible.
Hoseok was used to this. It had been this way ever since he'd nearly left BTS.
Jungkook had developed a separation issue with him since then, and practically demanded to be everywhere he was. The plane seat next to him. The same car as him. The same hotel room. They had even shared a dorm room together until they had moved into their larger house which allowed for each of them to have their own room.
But even though they were right next door to each other, Hoseok always left his unlocked so his maknae could come to him in the middle of the night, as he usually did.
Sometimes though he didn't come, and one night Hoseok had found Jungkook in Namjoon's bed and his jealously had burned so hot he had to go on a jog (much to their security's dismay) for an hour in the middle of the night. He couldn't look his maknae in the eye for two whole days. Jungkook still seemed to be apologizing silently for it by coming to his bed every night for nearly two weeks now.
Hoseok let his hand rest over Jungkook's, the younger's fingers opening so he could entwine them together. Hoseok gulped as his maknae pulled him even closer, spooning him in a way that had his cheeks burning.
He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head trying to think of anything else but Jungkook's body. But it was difficult.
Because Hoseok always thought about Jungkook's body.
Every night he had spent curled up next to him, he had thought of his body. Every dance practice. Every performance. Ever time his knee rubbed against him at dinner. Plus Jungkook was a natural tease, letting his lips brush against the back of Hoseok's neck while he slept. Or putting his arms under his shirt and gripping onto his chest, fingers tracing the lean muscles just slightly. It had driven him mad for years. But even around the others Jungkook was more touchy with him, though not as bad as Jimin was with Tae.
Then again Jungkook could easily be that way with any of them which only brought back the memory of him snuggling Namjoon causing his jealously to ignite again.
He huffed but didn't pull away from his maknae. He was never good at pulling away.
"Hyung," Jungkook's sleepy voice said close to his ear sending shivers all the way down Hoseok's back. "I can feel your restlessness. It's keeping me awake."
"Sorry," Hoseok whispered. "I'm trying it's just—."
"Just what, hyung?"
"My mind won't shut off."
Soft lips touched the back of his neck. "What are you thinking about?"
The way you feel. The way I want to feel you. The way I want to make you feel. The way I want to pin you down and make you look at me with those big eyes as I take what I've always wanted.
That's what Hoseok was really thinking, but he could never bring himself to confess his deepest and dirtiest thoughts about their golden maknae.
"Eh, the tour and all that," Hoseok lied.
Jungkook was silent for a moment before he was suddenly moving, using his well defined muscles to rotate them so that he was straddling Hoseok. The older boy's blush deepened but this was not new for them either. He had imaged this scenario a million times whenever Jungkook would climb on top of him, of what it would feel like with no clothes.
Jungkook rested his hands on his hyung's abdomen and splayed his fingers, dragging the silky pajama shirt up enough to expose a bit of Hoseok's tanned stomach.
"You're the best performer we have, hyung," Jungkook reassured but Hoseok only snorted.
"Not as good as you."
Jungkook pursed his lips. "But you taught me everything I know."
Hoseok's breath caught as Jungkook started messing with the buttons of his pajama shirt, popping two of them as his fingers found their way under it and brushed his heated skin. He no longer could help his arousal which he knew the moment Jungkook felt it when his doe eyes widened and met his.
Hoseok wanted the bed to swallow him but then his maknae's eyes turned dark, a look he had seen before but only after the younger boy had watched him on stage. He had always been confused about the look, but the way his maknae rolled his hips slightly, and popped another button on his shirt, all the pieces fell into place.
"Well," Jungkook whispered as he popped another button. Hoseok's chest was now rising and falling heavily. "I know a way to get your mind off of it."
Hoseok gulped. "And how is that Jungkook-ah?"
Jungkook popped the last button and spread both of his hands across Hoseok's chest, bushing the shirt up and nearly off his shoulders. He leaned forward and placed a wet kiss on his chest before moving up to hover above his hyung's face.
Hoseok nearly died when the next words fell from his maknae's mouth.
"I can make you feel good, hyung."
He rolled his hips making Hoseok stifle a groan. His hands flew to grip Jungkook's hips as he did it again but harder.
"Jungkook-ah," Hoseok scolded.
"But hyung," Jungkook whined. "I know I can make you feel really, really good."
Hoseok moaned out loud as Jungkook moved his hand to trace his finger across the painfully growing bulge in his pajamas.
"You're a little devil," Hoseok said with clenched teeth.
Jungkook smirked and finally lowered his head so that his lips grazed his hyung's. They both moaned softly. Hoseok was quickly taken back to the moment Jungkook had drunkenly kissed him in Brazil but had swore he didn't remember it. This was ten times better.
Hoseok let his tongue sweep across Jungkook's bottom lip, the younger boy opening his mouth for him instantly. Their tongues danced and Hoseok lifted his hips, grinding into his maknae which only set off a fury of movements. Jungkook pulled at Hoseok's shirt so that he was sitting up as he yanked it off of him. Hoseok helped his maknae lift his T-shirt, tossing it to the floor without a care. He kissed down Jungkook's jaw and neck until he was nipping at the skin on his collarbone and down to his chest, all nerves forgotten as his maknae began mewing at his touches.
Hoseok gripped tight to Jungkook's hips as the younger boy began to thrust slightly, his erection hard and heavy against Hoseok's stomach.
"Jungkook-ah," he groaned as he raised his hips to grind against him again. The maknae moaned loudly and dug his nails into Hoseok's shoulders.
"I need you hyung," he moaned as he bent forward kissing the side of his neck. He bit down a little too harshly making Hoseok buck into him. "I need you."
"So impatient, as always," Hoseok chuckles but started to put his hands down the maknae's sweat pants, groping his naked firm behind. He dipped his fingers between the tight cheeks, getting Jungkook too gasp and arch his back.
"Is this where you need me?" He asks as he presses a finger against the puckering hole. He still couldn't believe this was happening but his possessive side was quickly emerging, and whether this was a dream or not he didn't care. He was going to take full advantage.
"It's where I've always wanted you, hyung," Jungkook whines as he tries to press himself against Hoseok's hand, but the older boy pulls away.
He meets his maknae's eyes, fingers gripping under his chin. "Why haven't you come to me sooner?"
Tears start to well up in Jungkook's eyes. "I didn't want to ruin what we have."
Hoseok hushes him and rests his head against his. "You're my baby. From the first moment we met until our last moment."
Jungkook nearly sobbed as he threw his arms around his hyung. "I'll always be your baby."
Hoseok kisses the side of his head and rocks him a bit. He couldn't help the wide smile that enveloped his lips. He had wanted this moment for so long.
Jungkook squirms in his lap. "Your baby wants to make you feel good, daddy," he whispered which makes Hoseok's whole world implode, nearly ejaculating right then and there.
He digs his fingers into Jungkook's hips as he clears his throat. "Then s-show daddy how you do that."
Jungkook purrs, yes, purrs as he lifts off of his hyung, gripping the band around his silk pajama pants. He slowly pulls them off Hoseok, who has half the mind to hide himself as he's sprung free, head already dripping with precum.
Jungkook licked his lips as the low lights from outside the window illuminated his hyung's long cock. Hoseok spread his legs a bit as Jungkook found his way between them, his hands running up the inside of Hoseok's thighs. He bent down and kissed the lush head, making his hyung gasp.
He swirled is tongue around the tip bobbing slightly to take half of it in his mouth. He knew it was too long for him to be able to take the whole thing but Hoseok didn't mind, groaning at what his baby was doing to him.
But he wanted to feel Jungkook, see him and what Hoseok was doing to him.
"I—I want to touch you too," Hoseok said before running his fingers lower down Jungkook's abdomen.
Jungkook grabbed his hands though. "I want to make you feel good, hyung, let me take care of you first."
Hoseok gulped but didn't move his hand lower once Jungkook released it. He let his head fall back against the pillow as his maknae sucked him back into his mouth, the tip nearly reaching the back of his throat. He groaned loudly as Jungkook moaned against his cock, making the vibrations tingle down to his toes. He fought the urge to buck his hips as Jungkook massaged his balls between his fingers as his other hand moved to pump what he couldn't fit into his mouth. When had learned to do such naughty things?
Hoseok tried not to think of it as Jungkook slipped a finger lower, close to his puckering hole. Would he let his maknae touch him there? Honestly he would let him do anything as long as he didn't stop moving his pretty mouth against his cock.
"Close, Jungkookah," he gasped, the sudden feeling of an orgasm hitting him harder than expected. "Don't stop, don't stop oh fuck," he bucked his hips as he felt himself tip over the edge and spill inside his maknae's hot mouth.
Jungkook gasped but took it all not releasing his hyung until Hoseok was shaking and panting.
Jungkook pulled back, a string of saliva and cum keeping them attached.
Hoseok has never seen anything so hot in his entire life.
Jungkook smiled his most endearing smile and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Do you feel good, hyung?" He asked with a slight tilt of his head.
Hoseok groaned and reached forward to grip the back of Jungkook's neck. "Yes, baby, so good. My baby did so good," he said breathlessly.
Jungkook's smile widened. But Hoseok's eyes grew dark.
"Now it's your turn."