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“Alright, everybody get down now!”
Jeongguk looks up from his phone, a shocked expression taking over his features. He’s full on diving to the floor at the sound of rapid gunshots and shattering glass, watching in a panicked daze as three pairs of feet move around the bank in a collected, calm manner.
Screams and pleads filled the air, pained cries and sobs mixed with the abrupt gunshots reverberating throughout the grand building. Jeongguk’s mind is racing with his I’m-about-to-die thoughts- his to-do list for the day and how he still hasn’t taken out his garbage, his puppy and who would feed the canine his dinner tonight, his co-workers and how they would cover his shifts, his friends and the barbeque they had planned for the next day, his mother and her fresh baked cookies- and he’s left covering his head with his arms, silently begging for the criminals to just get what they came for and leave him alone so that he could go home and call his mother to remind her how much he loves her.
“Make one move and you’re dead,” he hears a boisterous voice say, the low baritone of the owner sinking deep in his spine. Jeongguk tries not to squirm, mentally cursing himself for both naturally being a fidgety person, and for not emptying out his bladder before coming to the bank.
Shit, he thought, I really have to fucking pee.
Suddenly, more screams erupted at the sound of gunshots, and Jeongguk turns his head just slightly to the left and holy shit that’s a dead body, that is a dead fucking body, that is one hell of a dead motherfucker, oh fucking god that’s a dead body-
“Get the fuck up!” The same voice from earlier yells, and Jeongguk scrambles to his feet, keeping his hands up in the air as he gets shoved into the compact, moving crowd of hostages. He doesn’t look anywhere except directly in front of him, his stomach churning as images of the dead body he saw moments ago flashed across his mind.
Thirty minutes later and the group is seated in a small room: strangers curled into each other, tears fell from frightened eyes, prayers silently said with clasped hands. The tension in the room is thick, heightening with each passing second the gunman spends lazily scrolling through his phone. His chair is tipped back against the door, assault rifle perched against the wall, hand wrapped around a pistol. Jeongguk is in the corner mostly by himself, his legs crossed and hands placed firmly on his lap as he tries to ignore the burning pressure in his abdomen. He’s barely hanging on by a thread, his bladder practically bursting at the seams with each shake of his leg.
At some point he had figured that the criminals were doing some kind of major heist, and needed the hostages out of their way so there they were, all locked together in a cramped room with one of them. This one had dark black hair, strands falling into a fringe that covered the top of the mask he was wearing, a brown circle with thick brows and a wide, toothy grin. He remembers catching glimpses of the other two masks- one a yellow dog with black ears, the other a blue koala with a purple nose. Jeongguk had to admit, they were kinda cute. Makes you forget that killers and robbers were hidden behind them.
The brunette has been staring at the gunman for some time now, mentally calculating his options in his head; he could ask nicely, and maybe the gunman will just let him go and then bring him back. Or, he could ask nicely, and the gunman would put a bullet in his head.
Either way, I’m fucked, he thinks.
Fuck it. If I die, I die. At least I can get into Taemin’s concerts for free if I’m a ghost.
“I have to pee,” Jeongguk whines, causing the black-haired man to look up at him, and the way his alluringly dark eyes drag and linger over Jeongguk’s body has his heart beating just a little faster.
“Shut up,” he finally grumbles, his grip on his handgun tightening as he turns his head back to its original position. Jeongguk just pouts, ignoring the quiet pleads of the other hostages as he sulks towards the masked robber.
“I really have to pee,” he drags the word out, his voice increasing in pitch as a whine leaves his mouth.
“What part of shut up don’t you understand, idiot? Piss yourself for all I care,” the masked man seethes.
Any normal, sane-minded person at this point would simply go back into the corner and shut their mouth, maybe cry a little.
Normal, sane-minded person meaning everyone but Jeongguk.
“I need to pee!”
“Ugh fuck!” The robber yells in frustration, grabbing Jeongguk by the arm and giving the frightened hostages a pointed look. “Make one move, everyone dies,” he warns, dragging Jeongguk out of the room in such a violent manner that the brunette was convinced his arm could be dislocated in a split second.
Jeongguk gets shoved in the bathroom, immediately rushing to an urinal as he unzips his pants, not caring if the man was watching him. He relieves himself with a content sigh, the pressure slowly easing up.
“You know, I could shoot you right the fuck now,” the man says while he watches Jeongguk wash his hands, and the brunette looks up at him with a quirked brow, letting out a huff as he dries his hands.
“Do you think you could do it sooner than that?”
“What- wait, what?”
“Ugh, you’re taking too long.” The robber’s eyes widened behind his mask as Jeongguk grabbed the barrel of his gun, aiming the weapon towards his head. The hostage looks at him with a wide, shit-eating grin, which only leaves the robber more bewildered.
He’s flabbergasted at this point, and, to be honest, a little turned on.
The robber cocks his pistol experimentally, lifting Jeongguk’s chin with the tip, and his jaw drops when Jeongguk lets out a small moan, blood rushing down to his groin at the speed of lightning. He looks down and just as he thought, the hostage was already half hard, like he was.
“You like this, you little shit? The feeling of a gun pressed to your head? Knowing your life lies in my hands?” His voice was husky, the honey-like nature sending a bout of arousal through Jeongguk. Jeongguk shivers, nodding shyly as he gapes at the robber, his bambi eyes wide and blown with want, with need.
“You’re such an arrogant little asshole, making me get up to take your pathetic ass to the bathroom just so you can piss,” the robber was mere inches from Jeongguk, so close that they were practically breathing the other’s air. The brunette could see the lust in the other’s eyes, the dark pupils dilated with the hungry stare he gave the hostage.
“What’s stopping me from shooting you here, huh?” The man presses his gun against Jeongguk’s thigh, just below his hard on, and the brunette’s mind starts to go hazy as he feels more aroused than he’s ever been in his life. He was scared, so fucking scared, but god, he was so fucking turned on. “What’s stopping me from making you hurt? From making you pay for annoying the shit out of me with your little tantrum?”
And Jeongguk moans, louder than the first time, taking the pair by surprise. The two become deathly quiet after that, a faint flush creeping up on Jeongguk’s cheeks, and the hostage diverts his attention to the ground, his mind on overdrive with his newfound kink.
“I’m sorry, we can go b-”
“No.”
“No?” Jeongguk stutters, staring wide eyed at the gunman.
The black-haired man takes off his mask and Jeongguk legitimately feels his heart skipping a beat because holy shit, he is fucking beautiful. His eyes were slanted slightly, having a cat-like feel to them that made him more enticing and mysterious; his lips were plump and looked unbelievably soft, the sudden urge to bite them until they were swollen overtaking Jeongguk. Jeongguk’s eyes drift to the scar that decorated his skin over his right eye, the tissue raised and a faded red, contrasting against the fairness of the man’s porcelain skin.
Jeongguk didn’t realize he was staring until the man groaned, snapping him out of his daze. “I know, I’m hot, so are you, god just fucking come here.” The criminal grabs the brunette by his shirt and pulls him close, connecting their lips in a bruising kiss. Jeongguk’s hands immediately tangled into the latter’s hair, their tongues meeting each other’s with no hesitation, and that’s when Jeongguk’s dick twitches immediately because holy fuck he has a tongue piercing .
The raven haired man’s searching fingers find the other’s jeans easily, the article of clothing unbuttoned and tugged off Jeongguk’s legs in the blink of an eye, tossed aside along with his shoes. His large hand cups Jeongguk’s erection, the younger letting out a breathy moan against the other’s lips as they reconnected.
“I’m Jeongguk,” he tries to get out clearly but he stutters, eyes falling shut as the man’s teeth finds his pulse point on his neck. The elder bit and sucked at the tender skin until it became a dark red, and then lapped over it with his tongue, the coolness of the metal sphere making Jeongguk’s skin tingle in just the right way.
“Call me Suga,” the latter’s voice was muffled, his lips not wanting to leave the pale, slightly damp skin. All he wanted to do was mark Jeongguk up, to leave dark, purple bruises all over his fair skin; so he does for a few minutes, biting marks and hickeys onto the younger as he squirmed underneath him, soft moans and pants leaving his red, bitten lips.
“Suga,” the younger’s voice is higher now, and Suga doesn’t respond, instead grabbing Jeongguk by his thighs and hiking him up against the wall. The brunette lets out a noise of surprise followed by a moan as he wrapped his legs around the former’s waist, his arms pulling the elder close to him. Their lips meet again, the kiss hungrier, sloppier, and more intense than the last.
“Fuck me like this, please,” he’s pleading now, whimpering as Suga grinds their hips together, the both of them growing harder and needier with the friction.
“So fucking sexy,” Suga’s lips find Jeongguk’s neck again, “ needy,” he adds another hickey to the collection he had started, “and loud. God, you’re perfect. Still wanna blow your brains out though.” Suga looks at the younger with a smirk, his hand gripping Jeongguk’s jaw, forcing him to look into his eyes. Jeongguk’s brown orbs were dark, pupils blown out with lust and need and the sight makes Suga groan, his hips grinding forward.
“Blow my brains out with your fucking dick, god, I need it,” Jeongguk punctuates his sentence with a roll of his hips, shots of pleasure shooting throughout the younger’s body. He’s so aroused, so needy, and if Suga wasn’t going to put his dick in him, he wouldn’t even need to be shot to die.
Jeongguk wasn’t gonna lie- he’s a bit of a sex addict. But he’s also single, shy, and lonely, his only companions being his hand and his favorite purple dildo. So he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to get the dicking of his lifetime, criminal or not.
Suga doesn’t miss a beat after Jeongguk’s plead- he sets the younger down to rid him of his briefs and tugs his own pants and boxers down, not caring about getting them off completely. The latter tugs his shirt, whining in a wordless protest.
“You’re a whiny one, aren’t you?” Suga teases with a smirk, taking his clothes off and the sound Jeongguk lets out was a mix of a gasp and a moan- Suga was fucking ripped and not to mention huge, with tattoos embellishing the man’s chest and adorning both his arms; his nipple was pierced, angel wings surrounding the pert, pink bud. There were a few long scars, like the one on his face, gracing his torso.
Jesus fuck, Suga was fucking hot.
The robber grins smugly, closing Jeongguk’s agape mouth by placing a finger under his chin and pushing slightly, planting a firm kiss on his already swollen lips. “Thank you,” he whispers huskily, a blush forming on Jeongguk’s cheeks when he realized he had spoken aloud.
“What, is my whiny, demanding babyboy suddenly shy?”
Jeongguk practically mewls at the pet name, a knowing smirk growing on Suga’s face. “You like being called that? Babyboy?”
“Yes,” the brunette breathes out, pulling Suga back in for another kiss. Suga’s lips were so soft, so pillowy, so perfect against Jeongguk’s; he’s intoxicating, a drug that Jeongguk is becoming addicted to so quickly, and he knows Suga feels the same about him, the passion filled, slow, fervid kisses he leads a dead giveaway.
The two pull apart, Jeongguk gasping a protest, trying to follow Suga’s lips but the latter just laughs, resting his hands on Jeongguk’s chest.
“Down on your knees babyboy, we’ll put that annoying mouth of yours to good use.” The raven haired man takes hold of Jeongguk’s long, brown locks, tugging him down to his knees and Jeongguk doesn’t bother teasing, taking Suga’s length into his mouth hastily. The brunette swallows around the impressively thick girth, mouth already watering at the thought of it in him. He lets out a throaty moan, the vibrations knocking the wind out of Suga, the man letting out strings of curses and moans as Jeongguk sucks him off like his rent was due the next day.
“Oh, fuck, Jeongguk, ah,” Suga’s words were choppy, his breath quickening as Jeongguk swallowed and licked around him, tongue tracing the veins alongside the girth, teeth lightly grazing a sensitive spot just under the head. It had barely been five minutes and Suga was already starting to feel the burning fire deep down in his gut, and he reluctantly tugs Jeongguk off, the younger refusing to stop as he chased the tip with his tongue.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking needy,” Suga laughs breathlessly, eyes meeting Jeongguk’s blown out ones, “you want my cum in your mouth that badly, babyboy?” The eagerness of the brunette’s nodding made Suga giggle, which he quickly stopped after catching himself and clears his throat, guiding the former’s mouth back onto his cock. “I guess I can come twice for you…”
Jeongguk takes Suga back in his mouth down to the hilt, eager to please, deepthroating and sucking like his life depended on it. It didn’t take long before Suga was coming with a particularly loud moan, shooting his load down Jeongguk’s throat which the younger enthusiastically swallowed.
“Jesus fuck, you were born for sucking cock,” the elder breathlessly praises, pulling the brunette in for a kiss, and Jeongguk happily obliges, letting Suga taste himself as their tongues mingled and intertwined.
Suga’s hands make their way down to Jeongguk’s ass, gripping and kneading at the muscles before spreading them apart, the cool air against his hole making Jeongguk shiver in pleasure.
“I-I, Suga, please,” he whines, torn between rocking back into Suga’s hands or rutting his hips forwards. He chooses the latter, the delicious friction causing his eyes to roll back. Suga lets him grind and rock, his dick hardening again as he taps Jeongguk’s bottom lip, the brunette gladly letting the elder slip his fingers inside his mouth.
Jeongguk twirls his tongue around the digits, his mind going blank with the amount of pleasure he was getting from both ends, his dick spurting precum with how turned on he was.
Suga pulls his fingers out of Jeongguk’s mouth, tracing the younger’s bottom lip before kissing it, biting and sucking at the soft flesh. His hand makes it way down the brunette’s back, his fingers slipping and sliding in between the soft, meaty cheeks.
He teases a little, circling a finger around the rim of muscle just to hear the sickly sweet whimper from Jeongguk that he’s become obsessed with. He gets it, Jeongguk letting out a string of pleads and whines as he tries to rock back onto the former’s fingers, the position limiting his motility. The man’s eyes widened at how easily his finger slid in, giving the brunette a questioning look.
“I… I fucked myself this morning before work,” Jeongguk confesses shyly, and Suga groans, his dick leaking precum as his mind paints a pretty picture of the brunette in front of him stretching himself open on a dildo, head thrown back and mouth wide open in bliss.
He wants to make him look that fucked out.
“Fuck, do you have-”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk says breathlessly, eyes falling on his discarded jeans. Suga follows his gaze and grabs the pants, finding the condom in a back pocket.
“You just carry one around?” He smirks, looking up at a blushing Jeongguk.
“I was gonna meet with someone later…” He’s timid now, lisp peeking through his words, his eyes falling down to his fiddling hands. “I’m gonna cancel after this though.”
“You are so cute,” Suga laughs, lifting Jeongguk’s chin to kiss the air out of him.
“We don’t have lube but-“
“I like it dry. I uh, kinda like pain,” the younger admits sheepishly.
“God, you’re gonna be the death of me.”
“I’m not god but okay,” Jeongguk grins cheekily, and Suga just gapes at the younger, wondering how, in the midst of all this, the younger was still cracking jokes. He slowly breaks down in laughter, the two laughing and leaning against each other, forgetting about their needs for a second as they just kissed, their lips clumsily pressing together as they laughed.
“Sit on the sink real quick for me, will you?” Suga says once he collects himself, and Jeongguk obeys and hops onto the sink as the elder rolls the condom onto himself, Jeongguk’s dick twitching with anticipation as he watches.
Suga hooks his arms under the brunette’s thighs and lifts him up, his arms bulging at the weight, the sight of the prominent veins going straight to Jeongguk’s rock hard cock. He lets out a needy whine, smashing his lips against Suga’s, relishing in the way the elder’s hands roamed his body, in the way Suga’s biceps were bulging under his weight, in the way his tongue was exploring every part of his mouth.
Jeongguk’s back is pressed against the wall, Suga using it as support while he lowers one hand to line himself up with the brunette’s hole, his tip catching on the rim, making Jeongguk’s breath hitch in his throat.
The raven haired man wastes no time as he slid into the younger, bottoming out in a short second and the two groan loudly at the sudden wave of pleasure, Jeongguk already moving his hips in tiny circles. Suga tightens his grip on the younger’s waist, setting a brutal pace from the beginning.
“Fucking hell, you’re swallowing me up so well,” Suga watches himself disappear inside Jeongguk, the latter’s skin starting to tint pink with the harsh slapping of skin against skin.
The elder finds a steady rhythm with his thrusts, lips connecting with Jeongguk’s swollen ones and the two kiss fervidly, passionately, sloppily. They had only met not even three hours ago, and in unusual circumstances as well, yet they were so drawn to the other, kissing like it was second nature from them. Suga admires the way their lips slot together so easily, the way their bodies fit snugly, the way Jeongguk fit just right in his arms.
“You’re so pretty, bun,” the name rolls off Suga’s tongue, a name that he finds suits the younger perfectly, with his bunny resemblant features.
Jeongguk is a mess, his head completely blank, the only thoughts being how fucking amazing he feels, Suga’s cock hitting every spot in him just right. He never wants to stop, never wants to be empty again, he doesn’t want to stop.
But when he feels his orgasm approaching, he’s quick to chase it, wrapping his hand around his length and giving it quick, tight pumps. It’s not enough though, and he whimpers, about to ask Suga for help when an idea pops into his head.
“Get, get your gun,” Jeongguk stammers, head thrown back in pleasure as Suga hits that spot, that sweet spot in the younger over and over again. He was close, so close, and he desperately wanted to go over the edge, but couldn’t .
Suga looks at Jeongguk with a smug grin, using his strength to bounce the younger up and down on his cock as he walks over to where his gun is situated, the brunette completely falling apart at both the strength Suga was exhibiting, and the thought of having the gun against his skin again. He cries out at a particularly hard thrust, gripping Suga’s shoulders as his vision swam, the pleasure completely overwhelming every inch of his body.
Suddenly his back meets the wall again and his heated skin chills with the touch of the cold barrel of Suga’s gun, the man slowly dragging the weapon down the brunette’s chest, a soft chant of ‘fuck me harder’ leaving his lips repeatedly. Suga obliges, thrusting into Jeongguk so hard that the younger was starting to see stars with each jab to his prostate.
It’s not until Suga presses the gun against Jeongguk’s leaking cock that he’s cumming with a loud cry, his body practically convulsing with the intensity of his orgasm. The former follows shortly after, driving his cock deep into Jeongguk with a groan as he fills the condom,and nearly collapses on the other. He catches himself though, setting Jeongguk on the sink as he slowly slips out.
Jeongguk was completely fucked out, tear tracks lining his face, his nose flushed red, his lips red and swollen, eyes completely blown out and in a daze. He was happy, so fucking happy, and so fucking floaty, his orgasm the best one he’s ever had in his entire life. He barely registers the feeling of the damp paper towel on his skin and the soft kisses pressed to his torso, barely notices being dressed in his clothes again.
When he’s out of his stupor, Suga is looking at him, a shit-eating gummy grin spread across his face. “Welcome back,” he says, pulling the younger in for one more kiss, the two sloppily making out, not wanting to let the other go.
It’s Suga who pulls away first, words on the tip of his tongue.
“Do you wanna,” Jeongguk pulls him back in for another kiss, wanting just another minute of the soft, plump lips against his own, but Suga pulls away again, eliciting a whine out of Jeongguk. “You little shit, let me finish. Do you wanna like, come over or some shit?” He finally gets out before the younger pulls in for another breath-stealing kiss.
“Hmm, a robber invites one of his hostages over to his place for round two after fucking the shit out of him because he got hard from a gun being pressed to his dick. That’s a really fucking interesting story,” Jeongguk says, laughing as he wraps his arms around Suga’s neck.
“Shut up,” Suga says, a smile forming on his face as he tucks a strand of Jeongguk’s long hair behind his ear, “I’m Yoongi.”
“Yoongi,” Jeongguk repeats, a small smile forming on his lips. He opened his mouth to add something when the distant noise of sirens and gunshots grabbed the attention of the pair.
“Jeongguk-ah,” Yoongi smirks, “run.”