Spicy Bangtan || Ot7

Yoonjin|Only Angel pt5

Yoongi gives him an enthusiastic nod and flutters his wet eyelashes slowly at Seokjin, as if he still needs to convince the devil to treat him well again. Seokjin chuckles at this and pecks Yoongi on the nose before instructing the demon to get on his elbows and knees. The taller man positions himself behind Yoongi, sitting in between his spread legs. His hands push up at Yoongi’s blouse covering his still-bright ass and he kisses at the raw flesh once more.

Eventually he spreads Yoongi’s ass to reveal his pink hole. Seokjin blows cool air onto it and it starts clenching at nothing. Yoongi’s feet flail around slightly at the devil’s teasing, Seokjin only smirks. He licks up at the crack slowly and swirls the tip of his tongue on the entrance when he hears Yoongi gasp.

The shorter man feels Seokjin smile on his skin every time he lets out a pleasured but also choked noise. The bastard . The kittenish licks turn into full on laving and sucking at his rim, making Yoongi’s thighs shake. Seokjin rubs his hand on the unstable legs, while the other starts to spread the hole aside with a thumb, and he goes back to licking at the entrance. With two thumbs spreading Yoongi open, Seokjin finally enters with a bit of resistance at the rim, but the tightness and warmth inside makes him think he can do this to the fallen angel everyday if he wanted to. He pushes in and out, wriggling his muscle whenever he’s inside just to make Yoongi groan and whine. The demon moves his hips back to Seokjin’s mouth anyway, desperate to be filled.

Sneaking his hand to the front, Seokjin takes hold of Yoongi cock and begins to pump him in time with the thrust of his tongue. With how much he’s shaking, moaning, and crying, Yoongi can tell that he’s close, so he tells Seokjin.

“Oh, angel. No, not yet,” Seokjin says sweetly before going back to eating his ass out. But the stroking of Yoongi’s dick stops and the hand grips him at the base instead.

Yoongi whines loudly, squirming to get away from Seokjin’s tongue. “Mmm! I’m close, Jinnie. Please, please, please let me come?”

Seokjin thrusts a bit more and gives a few more flicks at his rim before he leans back, away from Yoongi. The smaller man lets out indignant noises and shoots back a glare at the devil at the sudden inactivity. Seokjin just smiles at him while he wipes at his chin with his sleeve.

With a sudden rush of confidence and strength, Yoongi sits up and turns towards Seokjin to land weak fists on the man’s broad chest. “What the fuck was that?” he demands, although weakly and without much venom. Can’t really be threatened by a pretty boy with tear tracks on his puffy pink cheeks and shiny recently-bitten lips, you know.

Seokjin just chuckles and pulls Yoongi to his body, pressing a kiss to his lips in the hopes of placating him. Yoongi tries to meet the kisses with flatly drawn lips, tries not to yield as long as he can. But the devil’s lips are too soft, too sweet, that he can’t really stop himself from opening his mouth for him. They kiss languidly for a while, but still with enough fire to keep Yoongi from going soft. Seokjin alternately nibbles at his already abused bottom lip and sucks it in.

“Ready to go again, angel?” Seokjin asks against his lips, searching for hesitance or exhaustion from Yoongi’s eyes. The yes Yoongi gives is stable and sure, which is more than enough to let Seokjin breathe easy once more.

Seokjin strides quickly to his desk to get a bottle of lube and returns to Yoongi’s side, ready to prepare him. But the shorter man just shakes his head and pushes the devil to sit back down on the couch. Before Seokjin can voice out an answer, Yoongi straddles him and opens up the cap. “I can handle this, daddy.”

A sharp slap to his thigh reminds Yoongi to keep the teasing to a low minimum. But he just giggles to himself since he felt Seokjin’s dick twitch at the reduced nickname.