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Jungkook knew Namjoon first. After being friends for five years, he developed feelings for the elder. It all started when he had to spend more time with the dimpled kind man because he needed a tutor to help him with law school. He was the well-known prodigy of the law department, yet so humble. However, Jungkook never dared to do anything about it because Namjoon's eyes never lingered on him as they did with Jimin.
Jimin was Jungkook's first friend at the University. There were a few people who were just too good for others to immediately love them, and Jimin was one of them. He was kind, empathetic, approachable, and loyal. He was the type to drop everything for his friends and the ones he loved. He could never blame them for falling in love with each other. And Jungkook will never be the reason to rain on their parade because of his feelings.
Neither knew about the internal conflicts Jungkook had because he was always good at hiding them. Always tried to remember that Jimin and Namjoon were two of the most important people in his life and their happiness mattered the most. However, it did sting. The sting became normalized after seeing them together for the past two years.
When the couple announced their engagement, he felt the pain. He loved Jimin and Namjoon, but the small selfish hope that still burned in the corner of his heart died down. He hoped he might have a chance with Namjoon while maintaining a friendship with Jimin.
Ultimately, that led him to the bar late at night, staring at a half-filled glass of bourbon. He wanted to drink until the pain in his heart turned numb. His mind was not only bothered by the heartache of unrequited feelings but also guilt. Guilt is because Jimin is his best friend, and he should be happy for him.
Jimin would've never given Namjoon a chance if he had the slightest idea about Jungkook's feelings because he was that selfless. He deserved all the happiness in the world, and so did Namjoon. And Jungkook had to learn to let it go and move on. He had been trying, and on certain occasions, he would believe he did. But it would come back like the relapse of substances. He downed the remaining content in the glass and winced as the alcohol burned his throat.
He was about to order his second drink when the bar stool beside him was pulled out. From his peripheral vision, he saw a man wearing a suit sit down and put his hand through his messy raven hair. He could not contain his curiosity and turned slightly to see the stranger. His lips parted in an inaudible gasp, and his eyes widened because the stranger was breathtaking.
Jungkook could see his smooth honey skin, sharp jawline, rosy full lips, high nose bridge, big eyes, strong eyebrows and ruffled hair that sat perfectly on top of his head. He was one of the most attractive men the doe-eyed had ever encountered.
Jungkook did not realize he was shamelessly staring until the stranger turned to face him and caught his eyes. And his eyes were intense and intimidating but also soft. Seeing his full face made Jungkook realize the stranger was even more gorgeous than he had initially thought, and his heart started to pound.
"You know it's rude to stare." Just when he thought the stranger could not be more attractive, he revealed his deep, husky voice, sending vibrations down to Jungkook's heart. He always had a thing for deep voices.
When he finally comprehended what the stranger said, he felt flustered. "I'm sorry." He averted his gaze back to his empty glass.
"It's okay. I don't mind when it's someone as pretty as you." He flirted casually, a smirk playing at the corner of his beautiful lips. "I am Taehyung." He extended one hand towards Jungkook.
Jungkook took the hand and noticed how large it was compared to his. He had a comparatively large hand and was so pretty and veiny, with a tight grip. "I... I'm Jungkook." Jungkook's cheeks heated up under the gaze of the stranger, Taehyung.
"Pretty name for a pretty face." Taehyung looked into his eyes, and that intense gaze made his skin turn red. Confident, fierce, and dripping with seduction. Not once diverting his focus from Jungkook as if the world out of his peripheral vision had ceased to exist.
Jungkook did not want to look away. He couldn't. Everything about Taehyung was too magnetizing, and Jungkook was a magnet.
"You too..." He blurted out the first comprehensive sentence he could formulate. Taehyung chuckled but maintained his stare at him.
"So, what is a pretty boy like you doing at the bar?" he asked. And just like that, the previous emotions started to crawl back. The reason behind he was at the bar. Taehyung noticed the shift in energy when Jungkook's starry eyes began to dim. He tried to bring back the light atmosphere. "I had to deal with an annoying client because he kept questioning my capabilities since I am only 30," he shrugged.
Jungkook tried to hide his shock when he heard Taehyung say his age. He noticed that Taehyung did look older and matured like a fine wine. Not a single thing was out of place. A total dilf, but not really. "Sorry to hear that." He sighed and broke eye contact. He wanted to say something more but could not process the words,
"Drowning out emotions with alcohol?" Taehyung could read his situation without the need for Jungkook to say anything. He must look miserable.
"Yeah, I guess... Don't you want to get drinks too?"
"I did. But now I want something different." Taehyung's pupils were diluted when his intense eyes were devouring him again. Jungkook knew the implications, and he knew his eyes were the same. His touch-starved body was burning up with the desire to touch and be touched by Taehyung.
"Like what?" He asked softly.
"Something better than alcohol. But I would need company." Taehyung intentionally or unintentionally leaned closer to Jungkook. "Would you like to join me?"
"Yes," Jungkook whispered.
"My apartment is right across the street. Why don't we continue our conversations there?" Taehyung's voice dripped with seduction, and Jungkook was a willing victim.
He knew they would not continue any conversations once they arrived at the apartment when he said yes.
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And Jungkook was right. As soon as the front door closed behind them, Taehyung pulled Jungkook against his chest with his arm encircling Jungkook's tiny waist. His other hand cupped Jungkook's delicate cheek and met his eyes to find any indication that he did not want it.
"Do you want to do this?" He caressed the soft skin of the younger's cheek.
"Yes." Jungkook knew no other remedy for the rising fire inside his gut than Taehyung.
He placed his hand on the back of Taehyung's head and leaned to lock their lips together. He started by appreciating the feeling of soft lips moving against his own. Then, he felt the arm around his waist tightening and flushing his front against Taehyung. The warmth of his body engulfed Jungkook as the kiss started to get more feverish.
Taehyung discarded his suit on the floor and kicked off his shoes without breaking the kiss. Jungkook did the same while his hands were busy loosening up Taehyung's tie before taking it off. He felt Taehyung's hands move down his waist until they reached his ass. Those large hands covered his muscular bubble butt and cupped them tightly to grind their length against each other.
Jungkook pulled back from the kiss to catch his breath and felt the saliva drying on his lips. He briefly gasped when he felt his increasingly sensitive cock brush against the fabric of his pants and underwear.
Taehyung's heavy bulge kept applying delicious pressure on his crotch despite their clothes, and he desperately wanted to get out of his clothes and feel it against his skin and inside him. "You're clean, right? I got tested two months ago, and I have not slept with anyone since then." Jungkook asked, trying to catch his breath.
"Yes, I got my test results last week," Taehyung was out of breath too. "Why? Do you want me to fuck you raw?" He asked while smirking, but his eyes were pooled with lust.
Jungkook did not cave under his gaze when he said, "I do." He was too burnt out with the desire to have a filter.
Taehyung made a sound similar to a growl because of his deep baritone voice. He took his plump bottom lips back into his mouth and nibbled lightly before sucking on it. Taehyung's tongue joined to play with his bottom lips, and Jungkook opened his mouth to invite it inside his warm cavern.
Taehyung would be a fool if he did not take the chance, so he pushed his tongue inside the younger's mouth and brushed it against the younger's soft one. The feeling of Taehyung's tongue penetrating his pliant mouth and playing with his tongue made Jungkook let out a soft moan. His hand tightened around Taehyung's soft hair to anchor himself to reality.
Taehyung broke the kiss to grab Jungkook's thighs and picked him up. Jungkook gasped in surprise because this was the first time someone carried him. He was proudly well-built and heavy, but Taehyung's gesture sent an intense spark down to his groin. A territory he had never explored but welcomed with open arms. Taehyung had his face buried in the space between Jungkook's beautiful, unblemished neck and shoulder as he effortlessly made his way to the bedroom.
He laid Jungkook down softly on his mattress and found his lips again. Taehyung's lips felt insatiable when they did not taste the doe-eyed man. The younger's legs were still wrapped around his torso as he bucked his hips against him. It was not enough. He needed to feel the soft skin against his body.
"I want to take your clothes off and kiss every inch of your skin. I need to." Taehyung said desperately as the raw lust kept running out of his control. Jungkook was so beautiful, pliant, and responsive that he wanted to devour and drown him in pleasure. He wanted things to happen fast but never end at the same time.
Jungkook was not doing any better. His cock was rock hard, and he felt like he could combust. Everything Taehyung said set his insides ablaze. "I need you too. Please."
After the confirmation, Taehyung immediately went to unbuckle Jungkook's belt and pulled his shirt up to expose his defined abs. Taehyung momentarily stops, and Jungkook uses the opportunity to take the shirt off. He curiously watched Taehyung's hungry eyes roam all over his body, which made his chest expand with pride. Jungkook knew he was hot but felt even more confident because he enchanted someone as alluring as Taehyung.
"Fuck, you are the most gorgeous boy ever," Taehyung whispered. He did not waste any more time before diving down to kiss Jungkook while his rough hands traced the younger's finely sculpted torso.
Taehyung pulled back from the addictive lips with a string of saliva still connecting them. He began kissing Jungkook's chiselled jaw and the area beneath his ears. When he reached the base of his neck, he placed open-mouth kisses and sucked on the skin, which made Jungkook's toe curl. His hand clawed at Taehyung's back through his shirt like he was about to rip it open. Their crotch was still pressed against each other, maintaining the constant shiver of pleasure.
"Off..." Jungkook mumbled through the haze that formed in his consciousness. He wanted to feel Taehyung's warm skin under his hand.
Taehyung detached his mouth from his neck, causing the younger to whine. "Want me to stop?" Taehyung asked when his eyes met the younger's sparkling ones.
Jungkook's pout deepened when the ravenette misunderstood. "No! Don't stop. Take your shirt off." He said as his fingers fumbled to open the buttons on Taehyung's shirt.
Upon hearing the impatient whine, Taehyung chuckled. "As you wish, baby." He took his shirt off without fully unbuttoning it before throwing it on the floor.
Jungkook's eyes grew twice their size when he racked up Taehyung's body. His hand did not waste time joining his eyes, and Taehyung let the younger have his moment. Taehyung was also perfectly toned, with broad shoulders and a buff structure. His beautiful golden skin glowed against the light, making him even more desirable.
Jungkook's hand approached the top of Taehyung's pants next as he eyed the large tent that had formed. He licked his lips before meeting Taehyung's dark, intense eyes. "This too." He said it with eyes twinkling and blown out, cheeks flushed and swollen red lips from all the kissing. Taehyung was a weak man. He wanted to give everything to this sweet boy.
He stood up from the bed to discard his pants and his boxers because his hard length felt too restricted. Jungkook gasped when he saw the older's fully erect cock. Taehyung was easily the most well-endowed person Jungkook encountered. The hunger for having his hole stretched around that cock as it rammed inside him made him salivate.
Jungkook's veins pulsed with lust, and his pants began to feel incredibly uncomfortable. He kept his eyes locked on Taehyung as he slid his pants off from his position on the bed. The older did not move an inch as he saw his golden, thick thighs and bulge. His dark eyes penetrated Jungkook's core, and the younger felt immobile. He unconsciously sighed in relief when his length was finally out of its confines.
"You're so gorgeous..." Taehyung said once he inched toward the bed. Jungkook sat up with his legs open so Taehyung could kneel between them. The elder immediately bent down to pull the younger into a messy, open-mouthed kiss and did not waste time diving his tongue into his mouth. His hands were on Jungkook's neck to dominate the kiss by anchoring his head according to his will. In contrast, Jungkook's hand settled for Taehyung's waist.
When Jungkook felt Taehyung's cock brush against his chest, he pulled back from the kiss. He shifted his gaze at the pulsating length and licked his lips because it was even more ravishing up close. "I want to suck you off," he said with glazed big brown eyes staring at Taehyung. He looked so pure while making the wildest request.
Taehyung growled deep in his chest as the hand behind his neck tightened, "What a filthy angel you are." He got up from the bed again and stood at the edge. "Come and get it, baby boy," he teased.
Jungkook crawled on his four toward where he stood, and the sight made him inhale harshly. He had the primitive desire to ruin Jungkook and mark him as his, and he knew he would act on it. Jungkook turned his doe eyes to the length, standing proudly before taking it in his warm hands. The older sighed at the contact and threw his head back a little.
Jungkook tightened his grip around Taehyung's dick and felt the nerve pounding under his palm. He inched his head closer until his lips were in contact with the smooth head of the cock. He gathered as much spit as he could before drooling it on the tip for it to drop down the length.
"Fuck..." He heard Taehyung growl. Once the stream of spit reached the top of his fist around the cock, he moved it up and down at a slow and steady pace.
The reduced friction and the squeaky sound when Jungkook's hand effortlessly slid around his manhood made the ravenette moan in pleasure. Jungkook engulfed his tip into his mouth and ran his tongue over the slit before sucking on it. Taehyung curled his fingers around the younger's long, soft hair and moaned in his low voice, which made Jungkook shiver and rub his thighs together.
He pulled back to trace the prominent vein on the cock with his wet tongue and covered it with his spit while glancing up at Taehyung. The eyes of the older man were boring holes into him, and his mouth was slightly open. When he was finished licking around the dick, he took the tip inside his mouth again and pushed his head further to take more of him inside. He relaxed his throat and started breathing through his nose in preparation.
He eventually felt the cock hit the back of his, and he tried not to choke because Taehyung felt big and heavy on his tongue. He composed himself and grabbed the ravenette's thigh for leverage before taking more inside his mouth. His eyes were watering, but it felt so good to be choked with a fat dick in his mouth. He wanted more, so he inched on until his nose brushed against Taehyung's pelvic bone.
"Oh my god... You're a fucking dream," Taehyung said through gritted teeth. His hands tightened around the younger's hair, but he did not push once. He was in awe of Jungkook taking his dick inside his mouth like a champ. When the younger glimpsed at Taehyung with tears running down his eyes, face flushed, and cock all the way inside his lovely little mouth, he grunted loudly. The vixen was not done yet. He swallowed around his length to deliberately make himself choke, and Taehyung moaned loudly at the intense warm pressure engulfing him.
Jungkook pulled back with more drool slipping down his chin, and Taehyung's dick was smothered in spit, which formed threads connecting the younger's mouth and drenching his chin. Jungkook did not rest before he targeted Taehyung's heavy sacks next.
He licked around them before taking them inside his mouth and sucking on the skin. All Taehyung could do was pathetically moan in pleasure because the younger's mouth was divine. He pressed his tongue against the balls, playing with them teasingly. When he stopped to lean back, the drool glistened on his chin, and Taehyung groaned. None of his wet dreams could compare to Jungkook.
Taehyung almost came when the younger said, "Fuck my mouth, please."
Jungkook was a masochist, although he would never say it out loud. He wanted to feel his throat get fucked sore by Taehyung until he lost his voice. He wanted to feel the cock keep pushing against his throat and choke him. "Such a cockslut, aren't you?" Taehyung asked while gripping his cock in his hand.
"Only for you, hyung." The words slipped through his mouth because his brain had a haze of lust. Taehyung felt his chest get warm with endearment and something more feral. He felt so possessive.
"Yeah? You want to be mine?" He asked in a soft, sweet voice that contrasted with what he was about to do to the younger.
"Yes." Jungkook did not hesitate once before replying. His eyes were glazed, skin flushed and sticky, and drool and precum drying on his face. Taehyung snapped when Jungkook opened his mouth and pushed his tongue out.
"You'll be the death of me," He muttered under his breath. "Pinch me if you want me to stop and slap my thighs if you want me to slow down." Jungkook nodded before taking his cock inside his mouth. Taehyung gripped Jungkook's head to keep him from moving and pushed his cock inside gently. Once he was fully in, he pulled out halfway before slamming it inside Jungkook's warm mouth. The younger choked this time and held Taehyung's thighs tightly.
When he felt the warm wet throat swallow around his girth, he kept pistoning his hips and slamming the cock into Jungkook's mouth with slow and deep thrusts. He felt like he was in heaven. Jungkook moaned around his cock, and the vibration caused more precum to leak out. Spit mixed with precum, and tears slid down the younger's mouth, and this time, it dribbled on top of his chest.
Jungkook felt the stinging ache in his jaw due to being stretched open, and his throat felt sore because it was getting fucked so well. His cock was leaking precum, and he rubbed his thighs to get some kind of friction on them. Suddenly, Taehyung retreated, and Jungkook was gasping for air. He whined at the loss of the cock in his mouth. "Want me to cum in your mouth, angel?" Jungkook felt weak whenever Taehyung used such pretty nicknames while making a mess out of him.
"Yes, I want to taste you," Jungkook replied with a hoarse voice and took Taehyung's cock by himself.
"What a cockslut." Taehyung groaned before he resumed his pace of fucking the younger's warm mouth. After a few thrusts, the pace increased as he neared his edge. The squelching sound penetrated the room's air aside from the deep grunts and moans from Taehyung. "I'm going to cum." Taehyung warned, and Jungkook kept swallowing and choking on his cock. He wanted to taste Taehyung so bad and swallow every drop.
When Taehyung came, he pushed his length as far as he could go inside Jungkook's mouth and held his head in place. "Fuck Jungkook!" He yelled. Jungkook felt the hot, sticky liquid slide down his throat, and he kept swallowing to milk out the orgasm.
As soon as he pulled back, Taehyung captured his lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss and dominated it with his tongue, exploring Jungkook's mouth to taste himself. While doing that, his hands grabbed the younger's dick to feel his precum drip out.
He pushed the younger to lie flat on his back and spread his legs to expose the tight hole. "You are beautiful everywhere," Taehyung said, making Jungkook blush. "I can't wait to fuck it open and mould your insides to the shape of my cock." Jungkook's cock twitched in Taehyung's fist, and he groaned at the thought, which would soon become his reality.
"I want you so bad," Jungkook said as he pulled his legs up to expose himself to Taehyung's hungry gaze. "Fuck me, please." Taehyung's cock jumped back to life again. Jungkook was the perfect blend of an innocent angel and an insatiable vixen. Taehyung never wanted someone as much as he wished for Jungkook.
He gripped Jungkook's asscheeks and spread them apart with his huge hands to open up the little circle of muscle. "I want to eat you out," Taehyung groans, inching his face closer to the entrance. "After I fill you up with my cum."
Jungkook mewled in his honey-sweet voice, and his cock leaked more precum. "Please, Taehyung. Fuck me. I need you inside me so bad." As mentioned, Taehyung is a weak man in front of the most ethereal creature he has found.
He grabbed Jungkook's jaw lightly to smash his lips against his, and he pushed as much spit as he could gather down his tongue inside the younger's mouth. He wanted to make it messy, and Jungkook enjoyed tasting him. Some of it dripped down the corner of his lips, but they did not care. When Taehyung pulled back this time, it was to get the lube from his bedside table.
He squeezes a generous amount on his fingers before throwing the bottle away somewhere randomly. Jungkook traced every movement of Taehyung with his eyes and held his breath in anticipation. The ravenette rubbed his lube-coated fingers before using his other hand to expose the puckered hole more. He pressed his slicked fingers around the muscle to spread the lube, and Jungkook shuddered due to the coldness. He kept massaging his puckered hole while kissing the back of Jungkook's thighs. Then Taehyung slid his middle finger inside the tight, warm hole.
Jungkook moaned when his entrance warmly invited his long finger inside. Taehyung's cock twitched at the grip, and he started to move around the tight muscles to make room for his index finger. He glimpsed towards Jungkook, and the younger's eyes were unfocused and mouth hanging open. He was an art, and Taehyung could not wait to paint him further.
"More, please." His baby was so polite with his filthy requests. Always using please like a good boy, Taehyung felt his heart expand.
Taehyung eased his index finger inside, and Jungkook swallowed around it as warmly as his first finger. He occasionally clamps around the fingers, and Taehyung's mind goes wild at the thought of his cock pounding inside those tight walls.
Jungkook felt delirious, and his eyes rolled back once Taehyung scissored his fingers inside him and stretched out his tight walls. He arched his back and pushed his ass to swallow around those fingers.
"Look at your slutty hole sucking my fingers in so prettily," Taehyung growled against his right thigh, which now had pretty love bites scattered around it. "I'm going to add one more," Taehyung alerted.
"Yes, Tae. I can take three... Please give me three." Jungkook whined and stared at him with shiny brown doe eyes. He slowly pushed the ring finger, which had more resistance. Jungkook gasped softly because the stretch sent a stinging pain that quickly translated to pleasure. With every thrust of his fingers, the younger's body relaxed, and all he felt were strokes of pleasure when the fingers dragged along his sensitive walls.
Taehyung started dragging his finger faster, and the room was filled with filthy, squelching sounds aside from Jungkook's pretty moans. The clenching around Taehyung's fingers became more frequent, squeezing it tight to stop it from escaping.
Taehyung curled his fingers inside the younger, pushed his wall with his finger, and found the bundle of nerves. When his fingers brushed over a bump, Jungkook's leg jerked, "Fuck!" He moaned loudly. His mind went blank as Taehyung kept abusing his prostate by kneading it. He felt a new set of tears threatening to fall and was stumbling near his edge. "Hyung, I'm close." He sobbed due to the repeated overwhelming stimulation.
His high was cut off when Taehyung retracted his fingers. He whimpered in displeasure but felt soft lips silencing him. The older leaned his body on Jungkook, and he naturally locked his calf behind his back. Every inch of their skin pressed against each other as they kept kissing. Jungkook's lips were Taehyung's obsession.
"I'm going to fuck your slutty hole right now. Pump you full of my cum." He growled next to his ears.
Jungkook did not back down. "Ruin me today. Make me yours," Jungkook whispered into Taehyung's lips, and the older could no longer hold back. He retook the bottle of lube and soaked his cock with it, hissing from the coldness. He did not care, though, because his cock would soon be warm and cozy inside Jungkook's ass.
He took his cock in his hand and aligned his head against Jungkook's stretched entrance. He pressed himself on top of the younger, took his tongue inside his mouth to suck on it and kept clashing their lips together to distract him.
When he pushed the head of his cock inside the warm slicked hole, Jungkook whined into the kiss. Taehyung clenched his hand around the younger's waist so tightly that he knew he'd have bruises. Jungkook was so wet, tight and warm, just like he expected. The pleasure intensified with every inch he was pushing in before bottoming out.
Jungkook arched and clawed Taehyung's back because the stretch was initially painful, no matter how thoroughly he was prepped. His tight muscles felt the burn as it surrounded the thick cock and clenched down. Taehyung did not move his hips to let the younger decide when he was ready. He instead began to litter the soft neck with open-mouthed kisses. He would occasionally suck and bite random areas and hoped that Jungkook's neck would resemble a field of purple dahlias by the time they were done.
Once Jungkook adjusted to the stretch, he wiggled his hips against Taehyung's cock. "You ready, my angel?" Taehyung chuckled.
"Yes, I am ready." He sighed when he felt the older pull out till only the tip was inside before slamming his cock inside hard. He set a slow and deep pace at the beginning to penetrate the deepest corners inside Jungkook's hole and savour the feeling of the muscle squeezing around him with each thrust.
Jungkook felt like he was rising up from the clouds. Every drag of the heavy cock inside his tight heat made him see stars and incoherent words escape his mouth. Taehyung was not any different. All his senses were consumed by Jungkook. "Look at how greedy your hole is. It was made for my cock." Taehyung said possessively. Taehyung leaned back and lifted Jungkook's right leg over his shoulder. The new angle gave him easy access to Jungkook's swollen prostate, and he pistoned his hips at an increased speed.
"Taehyung!" Jungkook sobbed because of the heavenly stimulation of Taehyung's cock pounding into his ass and assaulting his prostate. His eyes rolled back, his throat hurt from all the screams, and his mouth hung open with spit gathering at the corner.
"God, you're such a filthy, beautiful sight, baby." And he was. He looked like a wet dream. So beautiful, fucked out and ruined.
"Feels so good, hyung. I'm going to fucking cum." His sweet angel moaned loudly. Taehyung's hips moved faster, and he relished the feeling of Jungkook's soaked hole clamping down around him, sucking his cock balls deep.
"Yeah? Going to cum all over me, baby boy? What a filthy vixen you are." The whole room felt foggy with heat and the obscene sound of skin slapping against each other. The wet, squelching noises, coupled with Taehyung's dirty words, all overwhelmed him into tears of pleasure.
He could not hold himself anymore. His cock squirted out thick white robes of cum that landed all over his torso and chest and also marked the honey-warm skin of Taehyung's abs. The sight of Jungkook falling apart so gorgeously with his arched back, skin beet red, and the filthiest sound leaving his mouth would forever be imprinted in the ravenette's brain.
Jungkook could not stop sobbing because Taehyung kept pounding into his spent hole to milk out his orgasm and overstimulate him. The older cursed softly when Jungkook's orgasm caused his wall to spasm around his cock. His pace was less controlled, his breathing was erratic, and he was moaning in his deep husky voice. Jungkook knew he was close.
"Feed my tight hole your cum, hyung. I want to feel it paint my walls." He said desperately and moaned at the overstimulation of his tight walls. Despite that, he clenched his asshole around the fat cock, and that pushed the older over the edge.
"Fuck!" Taehyung growled loudly and pushed his hips flush against Jungkook's ass so that his cum could spill deep inside the younger. Jungkook moaned at the feeling of his hole finally being pumped full. His inside felt warm and fulfilled. He kept clenching around Taehyung to absorb every last drop of his thick cum.
Taehyung crashed down on top of him, and Jungkook wholeheartedly invited his weight on top of him. They lay there like that for a few minutes to catch their breath. Taehyung's hands ran gently over his waist to soothe the ache of his tight grip.
Jungkook brushed his lips against his shoulder and sighed in contentment. After a very long time, he felt happy and satisfied. "Thank you, Taehyung." He mumbled. The older man retreated a little to look at Jungkook in slight confusion. "For turning a bad day into a good night."
Taehyung's smile brightened. His eyes were red, his cheeks wet with tears, and spit drying over his face, but he still managed to look so genuine and innocent.
"I should be thanking you, baby... But I'm not ready to call it a night yet. I did say that I would eat you out." Blood rose to Jungkook's cheek at the statement and to his cock.
Taehyung did keep his word. He licked all over Jungkook's torso, paid particular attention to his abs and then began his feast on his ass. He moaned at the taste of his come mixed with Jungkook's that had dripped down his length. His hands pried the cheeks open for his tongue to dig deep inside Jungkook's sensitive and flushed hole. The younger came for the second time with only Taehyung's tongue playing with his hole.
Afterwards, they ended up fucking again, and Taehyung paid more attention to the skin covering his back. Meanwhile, Jungkook resorted to being a pillow prince and taking Taehyung's cock like a good boy.
By the time they were done, Jungkook was close to passing out. He did not have the energy to do anything except fall asleep. However, in his sleepy haze, he felt the older cleaning him with a damp towel and telling him how perfect he was. Jungkook was looking forward to waking up next to Taehyung.
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It was the wedding day. It had been three months since he slept with Taehyung and walked out the next afternoon before the older woke up. He could not handle seeing his beautiful face while he walked out of the apartment. It hurt him when he did, but it was the best thing he could do for them. After all, Jungkook had accepted that he could never indulge himself in romance. Something would always get in between.
One silver lining was that the thoughts of Taehyung replaced his thoughts about Namjoon and Jimin. He no longer felt stung about his best friend and crush getting married. He could not bring himself to care. His heart did not flutter whenever he saw Namjoon smile. He did not feel jealous whenever he saw Jimin and Namjoon's hands intertwined.
He never thought it would be that easy to get over Namjoon. However, he believes it was only possible with Taehyung.
He craved Taehyung.
He jerked out of his daydreaming when there was a knock at his door. "Kook, you ready?" Jimin's voice came from the other side of the door. He looked at his clock and saw they must leave for the wedding venue in 10 minutes.
"Yes, Hyung! I'll be out in a minute." He checked himself in the mirror to smooth out his suit and tie and train a genuine smile for his best friends.
Jimin and Namjoon witnessed him when he entered the apartment he shared with the former. Their eyes widened at the younger's chaotic state of red eyes, messy hair, slightly swollen lips and multiple hickies around his neck and collarbone. Jimin was genuinely worried that he had gone through something unfortunate. Jungkook quickly assured him with a smile that he was okay but needed rest.
The next day, when Jimin came to check on him, he told him everything about Taehyung to alleviate the tension in his chest. As always, Jimin understood and said all the right things to comfort him: "If you felt like this was right, I'm glad you did it." They spent the whole day watching Netflix with a bowl of ice cream. Namjoon did not ask questions when they met again, and Jungkook was glad.
The first few days were hard, but Jungkook eventually accepted his decision and chose to stand by it. He still thought about Taehyung, and the memory of their night together haunted him. However, he convinced himself to maintain the interaction as a beautiful memory and lock in all his emotions.
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The wedding was intimate and aesthetically pleasing. Only the closest people in the couple's life were invited to witness their exchange of love and vows. And Jungkook genuinely felt happy for his friends throughout the ceremony. Both were the most incredible people, and he was glad they crossed another station in their journey with their constant love and appreciation. Jungkook accepted that they deserved each other, but the acceptance was no longer accompanied by disappointment.
After the wedding ceremony, Namjoon and Jimin threw a vast reception party with a long guest list. People from law school, college and Namjoon's work were all invited to celebrate the marriage. The restaurant was buzzed with people talking, laughing, dancing, and eating. Jungkook was not a fan of parties, so he sat at the table and watched Namjoon twirl Jimin around the dancefloor clumsily with a smile.
The couple shared a chaste kiss as the music came to an end. When they pulled back, Namjoon said something to Jimin, and he responded with a nod. Jimin turned towards Jungkook and approached him, while Namjoon went in a different direction.
Jimin plopped down on the seat next to Jungkook, "I think I almost broke my ankle twice while dancing with Joon."
Jungkook laughed, "Hey, at least it's only the ankle you had to worry about." Jimin glared at Jungkook, but it was obvious that he was fighting off a grin. "I'm happy for you two, Jimin. I don't think anyone is more compatible than you and Joon," he meant every word.
"Koo... Thank you! I'm so glad that you're my best friend, and I got to meet the love of my life because of you," Jimin's eyes turned into a half-moon as his rosy apple cheeks rose when he looked at Jungkook.
"Cheers to that." They click their glass full of champagne before taking a sip.
"Next time, we'll cheer you'll be getting married."
Jungkook scoffed, "Yeah, that's not happening soon."
Jimin knocked back his glass and stood directly in front of him. "Come on! You're smoking hot, Kook. I'm sure you'll be able to hunt another dilf effortlessly." He took Jungkook's hand to urge him to get up and dance.
"Jimin, I don't-" He was cut off by Namjoon's voice approaching them.
"Hey, babe! I want you to meet my mentor at the law firm!" Namjoon exclaimed excitedly. He had always talked about his mentor and how much he was learning from the guy.
When Jungkook glanced behind Namjoon to see the figure approaching them, his blood ran cold. Every emotion he had trained himself to control came crashing down on him like the waves against a rocky shore. He immediately turned his body in his chair to face away. His hand clenched around his champagne glass, and he tried to stop himself from shaking with anxiety. He wanted to run the other way.
"Jimin, this is Kim Taehyung! My amazing mentor." The mention of his name reminded him of how he was saying it like his prayer in every volume during their night together.
"Hey, Jimin. I'm glad to meet you, and congratulations on your wedding!" The deep, husky voice sent chills down his spine, and he remembered the same voice growling and moaning near his ears, calling him beautiful and telling him how good he was.
"Thank you! I'm so happy to meet you! My husband would always tell me about you, so it's nice to finally put a face to the man he speaks about so often." Jimin, his blissfully unaware best friend, shows off his brightest smile to Taehyung.
"All on good terms, I hope. I put him through quite a lot of work, but he is a great mentee." Taehyung replied, and Jungkook knew he had a sweet, tight-lipped smile on his face. He could not stand it anymore. He had to make an escape. But Jimin was blocking his way, so he could not push his chair back to bolt.
As if the fire was not burning enough, Namjoon added more oil.
"Jungkook, you're here too! Taehyung, he's the talented law student I told you about." Jungkook wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.
Namjoon even mentioned his name, and Jungkook wondered if Taehyung recognized him. His toxic trait wanted to see if Taehyung was as affected as he was. Most importantly, he wanted to see Taehyung properly again.
He stood up from his chair because Jimin moved to the side and turned around, but his breathing momentarily stopped. Taehyung was as gorgeous as he was two months ago, but this time, his hair was slicked back, exposing his forehead, and he was in his formal attire.
Jungkook saw his brown eyes enlarge with recognition. Time stopped between them as they locked their eyes, and Jungkook felt a voice in his heart singing. Tears were threatening to spill from his eyes as he absorbed the sight of Taehyung. He missed him so much.
"Jungkook." It was a whisper that escaped through Taehyung's lips, and it was his breaking point. Without saying a single word, he ran. He squeezed himself through the crowd and made it outside the restaurant, leaving a speechless Taehyung and extremely confused Jimin and Namjoon.
However, he did not make it too far before he heard Taehyung yelling his name. Jungkook speed-walked to his car and scrambled to get his keys out. He saw Taehyung run towards him from the corner of his eyes. To any outsider, it'd look like he was being chased by a serial killer. He quickly unlocked the door to his car and entered the driver's seat. Just as he was about to close the door, a hand was pushed inside to stop, and the edge of the door ended up hitting it.
"Fuck!" Jungkook saw Taehyung retreat back his hand in pain, and his heart dropped.
He got out of his car instantly in panic, with his eyes finally letting go of the tears. "Why did you do that?" He asked, his voice trembling, as he took Taehyung's wounded hand to inspect the damage. There was a red band around his wrist, but nothing seemed broken.
"You wouldn't stop," Taehyung said while wincing in pain.
"Why were you chasing me like that?"
"Why were you running?"
"Because I panicked!"
"And I did not want to lose you again," Taehyung sighed. "At least not without getting your number first." Taehyung managed to smile half-heartedly to lighten the mood, but Jungkook felt his heart wrench.
"We need to get you che-"
"Did you regret it? Please answer me this." Taehyung interrupted, sounding vulnerable and insecure. New tears began to form, and the lump in his throat grew. All this time, Taehyung thought he left because he regretted it. He thought the night was not as magical for Jungkook as it was for him.
"No... I never did." Jungkook replied in a small voice and met Taehyung's eyes swimming in anguish. However, it confused Jungkook as to why he was so bothered by him when he should have been glad.
"Then why did you leave?" Taehyung looked like a lost puppy, his eyes shimmering with melancholy.
"You were going to ask me to either way," Jungkook's voice was stronger this time, even with it feeling constricted.
"What are you talking about?" Taehyung appeared genuinely confused.
Jungkook sighed before he disclosed the heartbreaking reason why he left, "You have a wife, Taehyung." Taehyung's eyes shot up, but the confusion cleared. He knew where it was going. "I did not mean to snoop around, but I wanted to wear your shirt, so I opened your wardrobe and saw the wedding photo," Jungkook concluded and retracted his hand from Taehyung's.
He expected to hear an apology or a justification for why he was cheating on his wife, but he heard a laugh escaping the older man. It was Jungkook's time to be confused because Taehyung shook his head and laughed almost sarcastically. When he composed himself, he said, "Baby... I had a wife... We have been divorced for five years now."
The air around them stilled, and the silence became too loud for the younger's ears as he tried to process what Taehyung said. They were divorced. At that moment, Jeon Jungkook felt like the biggest fool ever. His mouth dropped open, and his eyes went wide at the truth. His pessimistic view of life clouded him, making him think he could never have anything good. All he could say was, "What...?"
"We divorced because I realized I was gay," Taehyung said nonchalantly. Meanwhile, Jungkook was impersonating a fish out of water.
"Oh..." The guilt came crashing down on him, and he began to cry harder. He should've stayed and confronted Taehyung instead of running away. "I'm so sorry," He sniffled.
Taehyung cupped his face with his uninjured hand and wiped off his tears. "Don't cry, angel. It's okay. I'm not upset about it anymore." Taehyung leaned until their foreheads touched. His sweet gestures calmed the weight in his heart, and he appreciated the moment and Taehyung's touch on his skin again. "I'm so glad I found you because I missed you so much."
"I missed you too..." He was so happy that they did. He was running away for no reason, but at least he could not run too far before he got caught. "Can we start over?" He asked timidly.
Taehyung pulled back slightly, smiling. His hands were on Jungkook's soft neck, and their lips were only a few centimetres apart.
"I'll consider it after I get a kiss," he said teasingly.
Jungkook would not protest when every nerve in his brain imagined this day to happen, and it was not his imagination this time. He smiled widely before nodding his head. That was a loud enough invitation for Taehyung to close the gap and re-familiarize their lips. The kiss was like a reunion. With every movement of lips connecting, the reunion got warmer. Jungkook did not want it to stop, and neither did Taehyung.
The following cheer was indeed for Jungkook.