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Yoongi looked out into the crowd cheering for him, screaming and chanting his name. They held up their signs, finger hearts, and proclaimed their love for him as he waved goodbye, promising to see them soon on his next tour.
He turned and exited the stage, immediately removing his earpiece and microphone in relief. His team immediately surrounded him, one makeup artist resting a towel over his shoulders for him to wipe his sweat, his bodyguard handing him a water bottle, his sound engineer taking his mic pack.
The rapper was surrounded by his team as he made his way back to the green room, everyone ensuring that he was okay after expending so much energy on stage as he always did. After the military, his team was worried that he’d need more time before going on tour again. However, he’d been writing songs in his head his entire enlistment, and he came back and hit the ground running, putting out his album in just a month and going on tour 6 months after that.
Yoongi couldn’t have been more ready. Fans had been anxiously awaiting, and he needed his soul-fulfilling outlet to express everything he’d experienced in the past year and a half. Even though he didn’t have the same energy he once did in his twenties, that didn’t stop him from performing with all the heart and spirit that he’d had since debuting.
He stopped by the stylists so they could remove his jewelry, pulling out his phone to check twitter by pure reflex, and immediately regretting it.
The first post that popped up was from an anti account, comparing Yoongi's concert to none other than Kim Taehyung’s.
Their fans had always hated each other, with only a small pool of followers quietly being fans of both him and the pop star. Ever since they’d both debuted the same month twelve years ago, their fans had been at each other’s necks for almost the entirety of it.
The feuding all sparked from one remark Yoongi had made, when he said he didn’t want to dance on stage to show his talent, and Taehyung’s fans had taken that as a subliminal diss towards the singer. Their rapidly growing fanbases only meant more angry twitter users loathing each other depending on which artist they were a fan of, and Yoongi was constantly opening his feed to see either Taehyung’s fans slandering his name, or his own fans slandering Taehyung.
It was exhausting…and hurtful. It didn’t get to Yoongi the way it used to, but he still closed his phone right after, not wanting to ruin the good vibes after his concert.
He knew that it was the worst right now, because Taehyung was on tour at the same time as Yoongi—sometimes performing the same weekend in the same city. There had even been a couple real life fist fights that had broken out when fans going to Yoongi’s show walked by fans camping out for Taehyung’s show at a venue just a bit too close, and police had threatened Yoongi's and Taehyung’s teams that they may be held liable if they had to break up any more brawls.
Though Yoongi loved his fans dearly and treasured their undying devotion, he’d pleaded to them on twitter not to get into physical or online altercations with Taehyung’s fans. As they’d grown up, the vitriolic hatred had seemed to temper a tad bit, but the two artists coming back from the military the same month, and setting their tours at the same time, really was not helping.
Yoongi was making his way to his green room when his personal assistant came to his side, rushing to keep up with his quick strides as he couldn’t wait to get out of his sweaty clothes and into something comfortable.
“Yoongi?” She asked, putting whoever she was on the phone with on mute.
“Yeah?”
“He’s here.”
Yoongi slowed his strides, his eyes widening only momentarily before he resumed his initial pace.
“Alright, thank you.”
Yoongi’s heart rate had picked up again as he entered his dressing room, and sure enough, there he was, sitting on the leather couch in all his pretty glory.
“Hi, Yoongi.” Taehyung beamed his gorgeous smile at the rapper.
“Hi.” Yoongi answered in a flat voice, walking over to gather his things in his bag.
“Good to see you again.” Taehyung chuckled, hoisting himself up to his feet. “That was a great show.”
“Thanks.” Yoongi retorted, refusing to look in the amused singer’s direction.
“I wish I could watch more of them.” Taehyung continued, and Yoongi could hear the smile on his lips. “You look so hot on stage.”
“Oh, fuck off.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, continuing to pack up his things.
Suddenly he was flat against the wall, Taehyung’s body pressed against him and his hand in Yoongi's hair, keeping his cheek pressed against the plaster along with the rest of his body. Yoongi gasped at the abruptness, and then Taehyung’s lips were just above the rapper's ear.
“What was that, Yoongi?” Taehyung asked in a threatening tone. “That wasn’t a very nice response to my heartfelt compliment.”
Yoongi let out a little whimper, almost instantly dropping off from his sour mood. Taehyung ground his hard dick against Yoongi’s ass, indicating that he’d been hard long before seeing his boyfriend.
“I think you should apologize for giving me that attitude when I was just trying to compliment my boyfriend.” Taehyung spoke, and the rapper could feel every word as the deep bass of Taehyung’s voice vibrated through his chest and against Yoongi’s back.
Yoongi curled his fingers against the wall, his growing erection trapped rubbing against the inside of his jeans.
“I’m sorry.” Yoongi said softly, moaning as Taehyung ground into him again.
“Come again?”
“I’m sorry.” Yoongi practically choked out.
“Good. So now, what do you say when I tell you how fucking sexy you look on stage?”
“Thank you.” Yoongi answered instantly.
“What about if I tell you that I like how baggy your clothes are, since I’m the only one that gets to see how you look under them?”
“Thank you.”
“And if I tell you that I like how long your hair is now because it’s so much easier to grab while I’m fucking you from the back?”
“T-thank you…” Yoongi was whining now, desperately trying to push his hard dick up against the wall for any form of friction.
“And if I were to tell you that I love how manly you are on stage, because it’s so fucking sexy that you act all tough just to go home and fall apart under me as you beg for my dick like a bitch?”
“Thank you!” Yoongi cried out. “Taehyung, please!”
“What is it, little one?” Taehyung asked with a little smirk.
“Please fuck me.” Yoongi begged. “I’m sorry I was rude, I’ll be good. Please just fuck me.”
Taehyung snickered, grinding his dick against Yoongi’s ass one more time.
“What a good little rapper. A slutty one, at that.” Taehyung finally got off of Yoongi and turned him around. “Get on your knees.”
Yoongi dropped straight down, so hard he might have gotten bruises. He didn’t care. He looked up at Taehyung, the pop star smirking as he raked Yoongi’s bangs out of his eyes.
“Get to work.” Taehyung said. “Earn it.”
Yoongi frantically unbuckled Taehyung’s belt, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his massive cock. He spat on it, wrapping both hands around the girth and jerking him for a second before wrapping his lips around it. He went all the way down on it, and Taehyung grunted when he felt his tip down Yoongi’s throat. Yoongi moaned on him, causing Taehyung’s dick to twitch and leak precum down the older’s throat.
“Good boy.” Taehyung sighed, gripping Yoongi’s long hair, holding him down on his cock. “You look so good with my dick down your throat. That’s what your mouth was meant to do, to suck my dick whenever I want for however long I want.”
Yoongi moaned again, looking up at Taehyung. There was something dangerously erotic about looking down at tough guy Yoongi on his knees, looking up at Taehyung with wide eyes, his lips stretching around the singer’s cock. Taehyung could only slide his dick in and out of Yoongi’s mouth a few more times before he pulled off. He would certainly cum if he let the rapper suck him off for longer.
“Come here.” Taehyung ordered, pulling Yoongi to his feet.
He yanked Yoongi’s shirt over his body, tossing it aside. He unbuckled Yoongi’s belt and his baggy jeans instantly fell to the floor around his ankles. Taehyung snickered at the lack of boxers Yoongi had on.
“You must have been looking forward to this.” Taehyung said, pushing the older onto the couch.
Taehyung pulled off his shirt, tossing it to join Yoongi’s discarded clothes on the floor. Yoongi gawked at Taehyung’s body, still amazed at just how much stronger and broader he’d gotten in the army. The pop star had always been strong, but on the leaner side. Now, with his new physique, Taehyung hardly looked like the pretty boy pop star he was, and more like a sexy professional athlete.
The younger got onto the couch between Yoongi’s legs. He grabbed Yoongi’s ankles, lifting them up and resting them on his tan, broad shoulders. Yoongi had never been particularly flexible, but he gladly accepted a few hours of sore hamstrings if it meant being in this position underneath the singer.
Taehyung pulled his lube out from his pocket that he always carried on him whenever he knew he would be in the same place as Yoongi. There was no telling when the two might be able to sneak away for a quickie, so Taehyung made sure he was always prepared.
The singer drizzled some on his fingers, slicking them up before circling them around Yoongi’s clenching hole. He slipped one in slowly, amazed at how tight Yoongi still was even after Taehyung had fucked him every night that week since their tour schedules allowed them to stay in the same city that long. Taehyung squeezed in a second finger, then third in at a reasonable pace, finding Yoongi’s prostate with ease and getting the rapper to whine and moan for him after massaging the sensitive nerves for a minute.
“Tae…” Yoongi whimpered, wiggling his butt closer to Taehyung as his legs started to tremble.
Taehyung pulled them out, drizzling lube on his shaft and slicking himself up before centering his tip to Yoongi’s ass, easing in. Yoongi tried to relax his muscles to accept the singer’s cock, gnawing on his lip as Taehyung went deeper until he was fully inside.
He let Yoongi adjust to his size, giving a couple shallow thrusts and observing for that facial expression that told Taehyung he was ready. Once he hit Yoongi’s prostate once and the rapper gasped, Taehyung smirked, leaning down to whisper into his boyfriend’s ear.
“I’m gonna fuck you stupid, Yoongi.” Taehyung whispered, before pulling out to the tip then pushing his dick completely into the older, getting another choked gasp out of Yoongi as it immediately hit his prostate.
Taehyung grabbed Yoongi’s hips, immediately fucking him with a vengeance, still determined to teach him a lesson on courtesy after receiving a compliment. The leather cushions of the couch were squeaking as the material rubbed together, though they could hardly be heard over Yoongi’s lewd sounds of pleasure and the slapping of Taehyung’s hips against Yoongi’s ass.
Eventually, Taehyung pulled out and flipped Yoongi over, pulling his ass up and shoving his face into the leather and keeping his hips up as he pushed his dick right back into Yoongi’s fluttering hole as continued fucking him. Yoongi’s jaw was slack, his lips parted and drool leaked into a puddle on the couch cushion. The legs of the couch were grinding against the floor of the green room, and Yoongi feared that someone might think there was a fight going on inside.
Taehyung’s fingers gripped onto Yoongi’s hair, keeping his cheek pressed against the cushion with every slam into his ass. Yoongi whined and moaned as Taehyung assaulted his prostate, relishing in the pathetic sounds of ecstasy he was eliciting from the rapper.
“Fuck, I love your long hair.” Taehyung growled. “Makes you so pretty and fun to pull while fucking you.”
Yoongi moaned into the leather couch, bringing his arms by his sides to ball into fists. Taehyung’s other huge hand gripped Yoongi’s hip for leverage as he fucked into him at a merciless rate, getting Yoongi’s voice to rich a pitch so high no one would believe it.
Except Taehyung, of course. He’s the one who got Yoongi to make those noises.
Suddenly Taehyung yanked Yoongi up so he was on his hands and knees, facing the mirror of the vanity.
“Look at yourself, Yoongi.” Taehyung growled into his ear. “Look at yourself getting fucked like a desperate little whore.”
Yoongi whimpered as he saw himself. It was a pretty pathetic position for Yoongi. His cheeks burning pink, his lips parted from his inability to conceal his moans, and his dick bouncing against his stomach each time Taehyung thrust into him.
Behind him Taehyung had a malicious smirk on his face, well aware that he was the sole cause of breaking Yoongi apart like this. His hand curling Yoongi’s hair into his fist, his abs flexing every time he fucked into Yoongi, his wavy bangs pushed back to reveal his eyes darkened with lust.
“You’re such a little slut for me, huh Yoongi?” Taehyung rasped into his ear. “This would be so humiliating if anyone from your team walked in and saw you like this. Or even worse, one of your fans.”
Yoongi gasped as Taehyung released Yoongi’s hair to wrap the fingers around his throat.
“Just imagine it. They’re out there writing all their fan fiction and thirst tweets about you, just to find out you turn into a submissive little bottom for the pretty boy pop star they hate. What would they think?”
Yoongi closed his eyes and moaned. Of course, he wouldn’t actually want that. His career would be over in two seconds. But the idea, the fantasy of it…oh god .
“You’re close to cumming, aren’t you?” Taehyung smirked. “You’re making a mess all over yourself, and on this expensive couch. I can see you’re so close, huh?”
Yoongi’s tears of pleasure streamed down his cheeks as he nodded, far too gone for words. White began clouding his vision, and he choked on his own breath as Taehyung hit as deep as possible—to the point of making Yoongi see stars.
“Go ahead, cum for me. Cum like the dirty little slut that you are.” Taehyung taunted, slapping Yoongi’s ass.
That’s all it took for Yoongi to cry out, his body tensing up as the heat building in his core tightened until it exploded, sending shockwaves of dopamine throughout his body. He watched his face as his eyebrows knitted together and he moaned Taehyung’s name, so willing to do anything for his pretty boy popstar lover.
His upper body collapsed onto the leather, his hips held up solely by Taehyung’s strong hands. Taehyung used Yoongi’s ass as his cocksleeve, fucking his spasming hole a few more times before groaning, pushing deep inside and releasing his load into the rapper as he reached his climax. Yoongi felt it and his eyes fluttered closed, the familiar warmth providing the final stage in their passionate fuck session.
Taehyung was panting for breath, remaining inside Yoongi. Finally, he pulled out, the rapper whimpering at the loss. Taehyung spread Yoongi’s cheeks to watch his cum leak out in satisfaction, before standing to grab tissues and clean the rapper up. They ended up sitting on the clean side of the couch with Yoongi curled up in Taehyung’s lap, wearing nothing but the pop singer’s oversized hoodie.
Yoongi rested his head on Taehyung’s shoulder, running his fingers over the popstar’s beautiful fingers and playing with his rings. Taehyung smiled lazily, mesmerized by the soft touch of Yoongi’s fingers against his skin.
“So,” Taehyung spoke up. “Was there a reason you gave me immediate attitude on sight?”
Yoongi cringed, thinking about how he had indeed shown Taehyung nothing but hostility upon walking in to see his boyfriend.
“I’m sorry.” Yoongi apologized. “It’s just that I opened twitter for a second, and the first thing I saw was our fans arguing. It kind of bummed me out, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
Taehyung's smile slowly faded. He too had made the mistake of opening up twitter when he was in a perfectly fine mood, and instantly regretting it once the first thing he saw was hatred from either of their fans.
The pop star wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s waist, hugging him close and nuzzling his face into the rapper’s neck.
“It’s been really bad since our tours started.” Yoongi said, letting himself melt into the comfort of Taehyung’s embrace.
“Hey, you’re the one that said it’d be a good idea to tour at the same time so we could see each other in the same city stops.” Taehyung reminded him with a little grin.
“I know…I just didn’t realize it would make people be so nasty.”
Taehyung’s eyebrows knitted together, feeling Yoongi’s melancholy as his boyfriend expressed his thoughts on the matter.
“Come here, baby.”
Taehyung lifted Yoongi off, turning him around to straddle the singer’s lap. Yoongi looped his arms around Taehyung’s neck, the younger holding his boyfriend close by the waist.
“It just means they love us, the fact that they’re so defensive of us.” Taehyung said. “I know it’s disappointing to see them take it out on each other, but at least during our shows, we can just be with them, right? Without all the toxicity, we can just perform what we love and enjoy the energy in the stadium at that moment.”
Yoongi sighed with a dejected nod, still disappointed thinking about how many times he’d had to delete his twitter app because of the toxicity.
“At the end of the day we have each other. That’s all we need.” Taehyung smiled up at Yoongi. “Right?”
Eventually the singer’s glimmering smile wore off onto Yoongi, the rapper adopting a shy grin.
“Right.” Yoongi agreed, leaning in to kiss Taehyung as if to seal the deal.
No matter how rancid of a mood Yoongi was in, Taehyung always managed to make him feel better in one way or another. Whether it was fixing his attitude when he was too worked up, giving him a pep talk when he was feeling demoralized, letting him rant when he was frustrated, or being clingy and lovey with him when he was sad—Taehyung just always knew what to do to make Yoongi feel better.
He was like Yoongi’s personal battery recharger, and whenever he felt like he wasn’t good enough and didn’t deserve Taehyung, the singer would shower him with kisses and squeeze him tight in his arms and remind Yoongi of all the things he loved about the rapper.
Yoongi leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Taehyung’s neck, hiding his face into the singer’s neck and savoring the warmth he felt from his boyfriend’s strong body.
“Feel better?” Taehyung asked, kissing Yoongi’s temple.
The rapper simply nodded in response, and Taehyung smiled, patting his butt.
“Perfect. Let’s get out of here, change into our best disguises, and head out on the town.” Taehyung said, lifting Yoongi up onto his feet as the singer stood up, then he gave the rapper a wink. “If I could make a request, my personal favorite is when you dress up like an old man.”
Yoongi frowned, swatting Taehyung, though he couldn’t fight the smile that came to his face.
“What? Why do you like that one, you weirdo?”
“I’m not quite sure, I think I’ve always had a thing for dilfs.” Taehyung shrugged, before fluttering his eyes playfully at Yoongi. “That, and perhaps it just makes me excited for when we actually will grow old together.”
“Oh god.” Yoongi rolled his eyes again, though his smile only stretched wider, and his cheeks pinkened at how cute it was.
Taehyung giggled, pulling Yoongi in once more for a kiss.
“Tell me you love me.” Taehyung said with a mischievous grin.
That was how Taehyung got Yoongi to finally admit he loved the singer years ago. Unlike Taehyung, Yoongi was too shy to outright tell his feelings the same way the singer so easily could, but Taehyung knew that Yoongi would never say anything he didn’t mean, and if he’d told Yoongi to say it, and Yoongi didn’t mean it, then he wouldn’t have said it at all. But Yoongi had just blushed, and quietly told Taehyung that he loved him in response, thus began the new way Taehyung would give Yoongi a safe space to tell the singer he loved him.
“I love you.” Yoongi said abashedly, looking up into Taehyung’s eyes. “Say it back.”
Taehyung laughed, pulling Yoongi in and kissing his cheek repeatedly to send the message.
“You know I love you.” Taehyung said, landing a final kiss on Yoongi’s pretty lips before finally releasing the rapper.
Taehyung helped Yoongi pack up his things, interlocking fingers as the two snuck out the back and onto Yoongi’s tour bus. Even though Taehyung was half joking, Yoongi was still making a mental checklist of how he would piece together his “old man” disguise to fulfill the singer's request for when they would go out and about later that night.