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It’s cute, how Taehyung is squirming beneath Jungkook’s hands, grabbing at his sweaty shirt and pulling him closer.
They were currently in the locker rooms after Jungkook’s practice and the pretty head cheerleader just couldn’t keep his hands to himself. “Jeon, c’mon.” He whines, perched on top of his lap as if he owns the spot.
He grinds down on Jungkook’s thigh, pretty cock peeking out of the skirt he was wearing. Underwear discarded long ago.
“Sorry, pretty. We got a game tomorrow,” Jungkook smiles apologetically, pinching Taehyung's cheek.
It evidently angers the cheerleader and causes him to become more desperate, grinding down even harder and rolling his hips back and forth, looking like sin personified. Jungkook exhales through his mouth, tilting his head back against the lockers as he watches Taehyung fall apart without even a touch. “Don’t care,” Taehyung mutters petulantly. Jungkook can feel the cheerleader’s precum starting to seep through his jersey shorts.
“You’re way too fucking needy, you know that?” he murmurs, jaw clicking and fingers digging into the cheerleader’s waist, stilling his movements. It causes a drawn-out impatient whine to escape from his pretty lips, sounding exactly like a kicked kitty. He shifts in his hold, trying to rut his hips to the best of his ability and get back the friction he was so desperate for.
Shameless.
“C’mon,” Taehyung pouts, lashes fluttering as he presses his forehead against Jungkook’s. “Always making me wait. I need you to fuck me quick.”
“Well I wouldn’t want to hurt you before your routine, pretty. If I fucked you, you most definitely won’t be able to walk by tomorrow,” Jungkook winks, making Taehyung roll his eyes. “We don't want our star cheerleader to be unable to dance tomorrow, do we?”
“I really don’t give a damn. Fuck me now or I’ll find someone else, ”
It makes Jungkook laugh heartily. Taehyung? Find someone else? They both knew that there was nobody else that would pleasure them so well. If the cheerleader was that desperate, he knew he’d be left unsatisfied and just as needy for Jungkook’s cock.
“Okay,” he shrugs, moving his thigh away from beneath the needy elder’s crotch before the cheerleader yelps and pulls him closer. “No!”
“What?” Jungkook raises a brow. “I told you already that I’m not gonna fuck you. If you’re that much of a slut, go spread your legs for someone else like you said you would.”
“You’re s’mean Jeon.” Taehyung slurs, eyes scrunched up in vain frustration.
“And you like it far too much, pretty,” Jungkook smirks, tightening his grip on Taehyung’s waist before pulling him forward, then pressing him back down against his thigh. The action makes Taehyung jolt, a startled squeak escaping his lips as his fingers dig into Jungkook’s shoulders, allowing him to control his movements.
“Can you… Please? Just for a little… I don’t even need to cum!” Taehyung cries. Tears well up in his eyes, making his mascara a little runnier and his expression more wrecked. Jungkook would feel bad if he wasn’t addicted to the way Taehyung cried for cock. “Just gotta be full!”
He’s proud of it, the way he molded the man into his own little cockslut who would be reduced to tears at the mere mention of being denied getting fucked.
“Yeah? You wanna cockwarm me?” Jungkook snickers. “Maybe tomorrow. After the game, hmm?”
Taehyung huffs before shaking his head. He gets off Jungkook’s thigh, albeit with a little bit of a struggle from his shaky legs, and settles properly on to his back. The stain left on Jungkook’s shorts from Taehyung’s precum is visible but the cheerleader doesn’t bother to be embarrassed of it.
With little to no shame, the cheerleader lifts his legs up and settles them onto Jungkook’s shoulders. His thighs are spread wide enough for the jock to get a full view of his hole clenching with lube remnant on it and his pretty cock convulsing beneath his skirt.
“Not tomorrow. Can’t wait that long.”
With that sentence, Taehyung starts to grind down on Jungkook’s crotch teasingly, erection visibly hard and straining at the front of his shorts. Jungkook moans, throwing his head back so he doesn’t have to meet eyes with Taehyung’s sultry ones. He knows that if he does, he wouldn’t be able to resist fucking into him.
“ Fuck - No. Kim.” He tries to scold but it falls weak and on to deaf ears. The twitching of his erection is enough to betray how turned on he really was.
“Please, Jeon,” Taehyung pleads, never one to be above a little bit of begging. “Just the tip!”
Jungkook groans, running a hand through his damp hair as he glares down at Taehyung, who looks absolutely ruined already; flushed cheeks, tear-lined lashes, nipples poking through his sheer top, lips swollen and forming a permanent pout.
“Just the tip?” Jungkook echoes. He’s amused, and it’s reflected through his voice, knowing that neither he nor Taehyung would be able to control themselves.
So he really should say no, should push Taehyung off and remind him again about the game tomorrow. But with the way Taehyung is rubbing against him, fingers sneaking under the waistband of his shorts and ankles crossed around his neck to pull him closer, he knows he’s already lost.
“Only the tip,” Taehyung nods eagerly, eyes shining, thighs squeezing together. “Promise.”
Jungkook huffs but nods, watching as Taehyung immediately sets into action at the consent given, slightly sitting up just to tug Jungkook’s shorts down properly, enough to free his cock that was already flushed at the head.
He settles back onto the bench, looking up at Jungkook expectantly, similar to a puppy craving its owner’s love and attention.
Jungkook grips his hips, steadying him. His muscles are slightly weak from practice but he doesn’t give two shits right now, desperate to get inside Taehyung even if it was just the head of his cock. They don’t bother with a condom – despite being just fuckbuddies, they know they’re both clean and they’re both only fucking eachother.
Taehyung squirms in his hold.
“You're too fucking greedy,” he mutters, but he’s already dragging the leaking head of his cock along Taehyung’s slick entrance, teasing him with shallow presses. It’s not enough to enter but the man below him clenches and tries his best to push down on it. He can’t keep himself from slapping it against Taehyung’s hole, the slick sound it makes from lube and precum enough to make a sinner blush.
Taehyung gasps, trembling in his hold, fingers digging into Jungkook’s arms. “Inside. Inside, now ,” he whispers, rolling his hips desperately.
Jungkook wouldn’t normally listen to him when he demands like that, would rather tease him and make him cry a little more. But he’s just as desperate to find sweet relief in the warmth of Taehyung’s hole, so he finally gives in, pushing in just an inch, just the tip, and holding him there.
Taehyung lets out a whispered, breathy moan, body going taut and back arching slightly as he clenches around him as if trying to memorize the shape. The walls of his hole are tightening and it’s like he’s trying his best to swallow in as much of Jungkook’s cock as he can. As Jungkook said: too fucking greedy.
He hisses at the slight pain, fingers digging deeper into his soft waist, enough to cause little crescent-shaped indents.
“Feels so good,” Taehyung breathes, already trying to push down further.
Jungkook’s grip is tight enough to keep him still. “You said just the tip, Kim,” he reminds him, laughing softly when Taehyung’s eyes widen at the reminder of his own words.
“I-I changed my mind!. Lemme have it all,” the cheerleader demands, frustrated tears slowly slipping down his cheeks as he clings onto the man underneath him. His body is wiggling, trying it’s best to go lower, take in more of him.
Jungkook chuckles darkly, rolling his hips barely but enough for Taehyung to get the tiniest fraction more. “Too bad, pretty,” he murmurs, words whispered low and rough. “You’re gonna take whatever I want to give you and you’re gonna thank me for it.”
That’s enough to make Taehyung crack, his previously silent tears turning into proper sobs, frame thrashing as he claws at Jungkook’s abs and tugs at his jersey. The cheerleader’s pure frustration with the situation that he had put himself into was making his whole body tremble.
His lubricated hole flutters around the thick head of Jungkook’s cock, desperate to have more of it and milk it empty. It takes all of Jungkook’s willpower not to succumb to the brat.
The jock wasn’t exactly known for his stellar self-control. It’s difficult to fight the urge to just plunge into the tight heat, fuck into the man like he was his personal fleshlight, and fill him up with his load. To fight the urge to just let Taehyung just bounce on his cock with his pretty skirt fluttering around him, and taking whatever he needed from Jungkook.
But the longer he waited, the more satisfying it would be.
“God, you are such a sight, Kim. Crying so hard just cause’ you can’t get what you want for once, hmm?”
“Jeon,,” his begging is almost unrecognizable now, voice instead overpowered by his wanton sobs. “Please, a little deeper, a little more, please, please, please-”
“Pretty, I know you’re capable of cumming without it,”
The sight of Taehyung’s cock twitching from beneath his skirt is gorgeous – thick and fucking soaked. It bounces and lifts his skirt up, looking unreasonably lewd.
Taehyung was a fucking tease. Bouncing around in his almost transparent shirt, his tiny little skirt, and the sluttiest expression mankind’s ever seen whenever Jungkook’s on the field. Bending over further than necessary, pushing his chest out, lifting his shirt up to show off his tanned torso. It’s the whole reason they’re in the locker room.
Well, Jungkook can be a tease too.
He pulls back just enough for Taehyung to feel the loss and for his hole to clench helplessly around nothing. Lube pours out slowly now that nothing was plugging him up properly. It’s enough to give Taehyung the illusion that Jungkook was going to fuck him full now, satisfy him properly.
But instead, he pushes back in with the same agonizingly slow inch.
Perhaps he was both a sadist and a masochist, because the throbbing of his cock and the defeat in Taehyung’s face was giving him an immense amount of satisfaction. He takes one hand off of Taehyung's waist to pinch at his nipples, watching his expression contort from frustration to surprise.
“You’re so easy,” Jungkook murmurs, watching Taehyung’s head fall back in pleasure, mouth parted open with a moan tumbling out. “Pliant like a fucking doll even though I only gave you an inch. Pray tell me: how are you going to handle the rest of me when you're this overwhelmed already, hmm ?”
“I can! I’ll prove it, lemme show you, c’mon!” The raw determination to take cock that was clear in his tone makes Jungkook snort in amusement. Instead of pushing in like they both so clearly want, he decides to drag things out a little longer, bringing his hand from Taehyung’s nipples to his untouched cock.
The sharp gasp that rips from Taehyung's throat makes Jungkook's blood rush even hotter. His hands scramble against Jungkook’s shoulders, nails digging in, legs trembling as his body struggles to take in the new sensation.
"Fuck!” He mewls, back arching and body writhing as if debating whether to thrust into Jungkook’s fist or move away.
The jock wears a shit-eating grin, one that he knows pisses the cheerleader off, as he rubs at the slit of Taehyung’s cock, encompassing it with his fist before sliding it up and down while only rocking lightly into the heat of his hole.
“Gon- Gonna cum!” Taehyung squeaks. Jungkook already knew that, with the tell-tale squeeze around the head of his cock. And with the way Taehyung gets more aggressive, starting to scratch at Jungkook’s skin wherever he can, claw into it as a way of grounding himself from his impending orgasm. It’s to the point where even Jungkook wants to release, despite barely experiencing friction himself.
But still, Jungkook acts surprised and condescendingly says, “That fast? Can’t even hold yourself back?”
He grips tighter, strokes faster, watches as Taehyung goes from clawing his jersey to scratching at the bench beneath him as his eyes roll back. He’s beautiful, Jungkook thinks, cheeks completely tear-streaked, tongue lolled out, and hair all tousled and messy.
(And if he could, he would press kisses on his lips, praise him throughout his release. But even he knows that it was too intimate for just fuckbuddies.)
Taehyung paints his hand white, hips stuttering and body tensing through the aftershocks.
Jungkook watches every reaction carefully before a wicked grin stretches across his lips.
“There you go, doll,” Jungkook hums, grinding up into him lazily. “I’ll let you have it all now.”
Before Taehyung can even begin to process his words, he shifts, messy hand letting go of the softening cock before pulling the pretty cheerleader fully down onto his cock in one smooth motion. He plunges into the wet hole, making the man beneath him let out a broken cry.
“S’ too much, too much!” Taehyung breaks down, hiccuping through his streaming tears. His cheeks were flushed red now and lips swollen from the way he kept chewing at them.
“That so?” Jungkook stutters, trying his best to stay composed despite the death-grip on his cock. He’s lost train of thought now that he was buried to the hilt in the elder, watching the cheerleader’s own soft cock starting to twitch back to life again beneath his skirt. “Didn’t you want it though? So fucking ungrateful. Should I just pull out then?”
Experimentally, Jungkook pulls out all the way until just the head of his cock is inside again. There’s a flash of panic and confusion in Taehyung’s eyes at the prospect of being left empty, complaints and objections definitely at the tip of his tongue already, and Jungkook savours it for a quick second before he pounds back in. He fights a chuckle at the way the elder clamps down on him as if scared he’d leave again.
“Mmm, no. Want it all. T-Thank you,” He sniffs hard, still crying from the pain of overstimulation, but they both know just how fast his refractory period was and just how much he liked being pushed to his limits.
“I know, doll,” Jungkook whispers.
Taehyung choked out a sob as it throbbed in him, that being the only thing he could muster up. Bent in half like this, with Jungkook pressing so close into him, every vein and ridge of his cock was imprinting Taehyung, molding him into the prettiest cocksleeve.
Another forceful snap of his hips has Taehyung wailing, cursing like a sailor.
“J-Jeon, please Jeon,”
“Say my name,” Jungkook hisses, rolling his hips before thrusting in again, this time directly to his prostate. He doesn’t know why he’s directing Taehyung to do that, but the request is entertained anyway – Taehyung mumbles his name repeatedly as if it was a prayer, moaning ‘please’s.
Jungkook watches Taehyung’s face closely, drinking in every shift in his expression. His cock is back to hardness, leaking on his exposed tummy with his skirt flipped up. And when he looks down, he’s so fucking mesmerized by the way his cock disappears into Taehyung’s tight heat with each brutal thrust, getting swallowed up by it like they were meant to fit together.
"That's it," Jungkook murmurs. “Just like that.”
His hands tighten on Taehyung's waist, grounding them both as he drives into the warmth enveloping him.
“Gonna cum, pretty,” He gasps, throwing his head back when his thrusts go from rhythmic and measured to filthily animalistic. “In-Inside or out?”
“Both!” Taehyung moans. “M’ gonna cum too,”
His voice is ruined and barely audible between the sounds of Jungkook’s skin meeting Taehyung’s and the frothing squelch of lube. But Jungkook hears it and if he wasn’t so lost in the pleasure of the moment, he’d definitely snicker and tease Taehyung.
“Fuck. Cum for me, doll. Be good and let go.”
Taehyung nods frantically, eyes fluttering shut as his back arches, pressing their bodies even closer together. The legs on Jungkook’s shoulders shake and tense, pretty thighs quivering. Jungkook curses at the sensation of him cumming – the way Taehyung tightens around him like a vice.
His walls clench so tight around Jungkook that the younger barely has time to snarl before he’s following, slamming in deep and spilling inside him, filling him up just as promised.
Jungkook shudders through the aftershocks, hips still rolling in lazy, shallow thrusts as he fucks his cum deeper, relishing in the warmth of Taehyung’s spent body beneath him. It’s sloppy and filthy as fuck, but that’s what they were like together.
Gently, he stops moving and removes Taehyung’s legs from his shoulders, massaging his thighs softly when he sees the cheerleader wince in pain. They stay like that for a while, Jungkook’s slowly softening cock still inside Taehyung as they catch their breath, spent and exhausted.
Finally, Jungkook pulls out slowly, groaning at the sight of his cum dribbling out of Taehyung’s hole, slick and messy. Taehyung subconsciously pouts at the loss, ever the cockslut, but he’s too fucked out to move properly much less complain about being empty.
“You okay pretty?”
After a pause, Taehyung lazily mumbles, “Yep,” as he stretches out against the bench like a cat. Jungkook holds back a mean chuckle at the way he winces while sitting up. Holds back his tongue from saying, ‘Told you so,”
“Let’s go shower. Coach always leaves the keys to me to lock up the locker room anyway,” Jungkook nods at the shower stalls.
Taehyung hums but he grimaces, staring down at his cum-streaked skirt. “Fuck, I don’t even have extra clothes,”
“You…” The jock hesitates before he continues. ‘You can borrow my extra jersey? I think I brought it,”
“Oh…” Taehyung stares at him for a second, expression unreadable, until he breaks the uncomfortable silence by nodding. “Sure. Thank you.”
Taehyung lifts himself off the bench before dropping back down, legs shaking. “Fuck. I feel like jello. Good job Jeon, how am I gonna do my routine now? You should’ve stopped me.” Taehyung huffs, causing Jungkook to gape in disbelief. As if he wasn’t the one that begged to be fucked despite jungkook’s consistent warnings.
He doesn’t bother arguing about it though, knowing it’s a lost cause, “I’ll massage it for you, okay?”
Taehyung smiles gratefully, turning on his stomach to let Jungkook get his hands on him properly.
The moment was way too intimate for just fuckbuddies — but they couldn’t care less. The fact that they were exclusive to eachother says it all.