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"So yeah that's how I ended up eating cheerios out of Jimin's ass."
"That did not fucking happen Hobi."
Jungkook sat at one of the larger booth with his usual friend group, the kind that could barely figure out the theme of their table — laptops, textbooks, and notebooks scattered in all sorts of directions, plates shoved haphazardly between stacks of paper.
The campus cafe wasn't exactly designed for study sessions, yet it seemed that most students preferred the atmosphere there rather than the library.
Jungkook's pencil tapped nervously against the margin of his trigonometry homework, little graphite dents peppering the paper. He wasn't even looking at the equations anymore, just blankly stared at them while his friends around him joked around — high as hell on caffeine. His muffin sat untouched by him on the napkin, the top already stolen.
Jimin, seated to his right, reached over without shame and pinched off another bite of it. He hummed in content, cheeks puffed full as he leaned against Jungkook's shoulder. "Why do you look so stressed? You're always good at trig."
"Ugh." Jungkook finally put the pencil down and slumped back into the booth, his shoulders sinking against the vinyl seat. His hair fell a little into his eyes as he sighed. "It's not that. It's my laptop. It won't turn on and I have an essay due in two days. I keep thinking about it cause it's like 40% of my grade."
"Again?" Seokjin's voice cut through, high and scandalized as he held his sandwich mid air. He bit back a smile. "Dude. This is like the third time your laptop's broken this semester. Something's wrong with it."
"Yeah, just buy a new one." Hoseok added with a shrug, stealing one of Yoongi's fries when he wasn't looking.
Jungkook frowned, throwing his hands up. "Just buy a new one." He mocked in a ridiculously high voice, wiggling his fingers in the air. "Oh yeah, because I totally have the money for that right now. Come on, guys. Not all of us can flex like Jin hyung with his name brand skincare."
"Not a flex. A lifestyle." Seokjin points.
Jimin snorted, brushing lint off Jungkook's sleeve. "Shit, every few weeks though? That's an issue."
Before Jungkook could groan in frustration again, the front door to the cafe opened and a wave of warm, late afternoon sunshine pooled in. Their heads turned immediately — Taehyung was walking in from basketball practice, backpack slung over only one shoulder, and tight shirt clung to his broad chest and thick biceps. His hair was sweaty and stuck to his forehead, cheeks flushed from the heat and exertion.
The air at the table shifted the way it always did when Taehyung showed up. A chorus of greetings erupted at once.
"Yo, Tae!"
"My favorite hooper."
"You late as fuck."
Taehyung grinned at his annoying friends, all teeth and warmth as he dropped his backpack to the floor and slid into the booth beside Namjoon — directly opposite Jungkook. He reached for someone's drink. "Miss me?"
Jungkook tried not to stare but his eyes ultimately betrayed him, lingering a little too long on Taehyung's throat — the way it glistened as it bobbed. His chest tightened the way it usually did when Taehyung arrived, but he shoved the feeling away quickly, joining the chorus with a casual, "Hi hyung."
Taehyung's eyes flicked toward him at the sound, the corner of his mouth curling in the faintest smile. Jungkook ducked his head immediately, pretending to scribble something on his worksheet.
He's known Taehyung for a year. Jimin had introduced him to the friend group when Taehyung transferred to their university, as they'd been friends for a long time previously. Safe to say... Jungkook has a crush.
"You look disgusting." Yoongi deadpanned, eyeing the way Taehyung's shirt clung to him.
"I feel disgusting too." Taehyung laughed, sipping the drink that wasn't his (it was Seokjin's) (he didn't gaf).
As the conversation picked back up, Namjoon filling Taehyung in on everyone's college suffering, Jimin giggled. "Kookies having another mishap with his laptop." He told Taehyung which made Jungkook immediately look up.
Mid sip of Seokjin's drink, Taehyung set it down with a worried expression. "Again?"
"O— oh. Yeah. Um, I dunno why it keeps happening. It's like, not turning on. At all."
Taehyung hummed, checking his phone casually. "Just borrow mine."
"What?"
"My laptop." Taehyung said it like it was obvious, setting the phone down. "Just borrow it. I don't need it for anything urgent this week. You can use it for a little."
"Oh, no, I can't —" Jungkook started, panic rising in his chest. The idea of using Taehyung's laptop— of having his fingerprints on it and being responsible incase anything happens to it — genuinely had Jungkook overwhelmed. He shook his head quickly. "It's fine, hyung. I can figure something out."
"Ah, stop being dramatic." Taehyung waved him off with a light smile. "Take it. You need it and I trust you."
You need it and I trust you.
Jungkook's heart skipped a beat.
"Okay. Thank you hyung."
"Mhm. I'll drop it off at your dorm tonight." Taehyung said. "313, right?"
"Yeah." Jungkook breathed out.
"Bet." Was all he said and the Yoongi started showing him some basketball highlights of their favorite player and Jungkook was swept away into his thoughts again.
Fuck. Taehyung was coming to his dorm.
____
It's about 8pm when Jungkook gets a knock at his dorm door.
Jungkook has been pacing in his dorm for the past twenty minutes, telling himself not to overthink it. It's just a damn laptop. But everytime he caught himself in the mirror he'd run a hand through his hair and straighten his pajama shirt.
His dorm was spotless as always. The study desk was arranged neatly with his pens lined in color order, bed made tight enough to pass inspection, floor freshly vacuumed two days ago. Jungkook was a clean freak to begin with, but tonight he was especially grateful for it. At least he didn't have to scramble to hide laundry or empty ramen cups before opening the door.
Another knock, this time a little louder.
Jungkook's heart jumped, and he quickly tugged the hem of his shirt before opening the door.
There Taehyung stood in the hall, tall in the doorway, his laptop tucked under one arm and and a long charger dangling from his other hand. His hair was damp but not in a sweaty way, but rather in a fresh out the shower way. He smelled like it too — fresh soap and a deeper undertone of a woody cologne that was subtle but enough for Jungkook's nostrils to catch.
"Hey." Taehyung greeted easily, eye lidded, lips curved into his usual lazy smile.
"Hi hyung." Jungkook said in a small voice and stepped aside. "You can come in."
"Thanks. Just gotta take some pins off this thing so you don't get locked out. Won't take long." Taehyung said softly as he entered.
Jungkook nodded quickly. "Right. Yeah, of course." He said as he closed the door behind them.
Taehyung looked around as he walked in and Jungkook suddenly saw the dorm through his eyes: the perfectly stacked textbooks on the shelf, the spotless desk, the neatly folded blanket at the edge of his bed. Taehyung whistled low. "Damn. Your room's like... insanely clean. Like no one lives here."
Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, ears burning. "I like to be clean."
"Mm." Taehyung shot him an amused look before plopping down in the seat in front of Jungkook's desk. The chair squeaked under his weight as he leaned back, long legs spreading instinctively, knees bumping against the desk. He powered on the laptop with one hand, the glow of the screen lighting his face. "I wish I could keep mine like this. Jimin's side of our dorm is a fire hazard."
"Oh yeah. I always tell him." Jungkook said softly, sitting on the edge of his bed. He tried not to notice how Taehyung's thigh muscles strained under his sweatpants when he shifted.
"But you're lucky to have a solo dorm. If I had a whole room to myself I'd never leave."
"Oh. Yeah I um — I like the quiet."
"Makes sense." Taehyung hummed. He leaned forward, eyes scanning the screen as he clicked through his settings. "You're the quiet type."
Jungkook's eyebrows raised. "I am?"
"Mhm." Taehyung glanced up brielfly, his gaze lingering a little too long. "In a good way. Reserved but not closed off. It's interesting."
"O — oh." Jungkook blushed lightly. "Thank you hyung."
"Mhm." Taehyung hummed again and then they fell into a silence. Just some clicking and the sound of their breaths. Finally, Taehyung closed the laptop with a soft thud and stood. "Done. You're good to go, yeah?"
Jungkook jumped up from the bed, smiling a little too quickly. "Thank you hyung. I owe you."
"Yeah, you do." Taehyung handed Jungkook the charger then pinched the skin under Jungkooks chin, pulling it a little. Jungkook's cheeks heated up. "But hyung's always here to help, isn't he?"
"Ah — y-yes he is." Jungkook's cheeks warmed and Taehyung pulled his hand away.
"Don't break it like you did yours."
"I won't. Promise."
"Mm." Taehyung nodded then gave that lazy smile. "I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Kookie."
"Bye." Jungkook said in a small voice and watched the older male leave. His chest rose and fell too quickly, face still hot as he clutched the charging cord to his torso.
He stood frozen in place, eyes lingering on the door longingly.
___
The late afternoon sun was low as it filtered in orange streaks through the campus trees. Students spilled out the buildings in little clusters, some heading toward the quad and others to their cars.
Jungkook adjusted the strap of his backpack as he walked beside Yoongi.
"I swear my music history professor has no idea what he's talking about," He grumbled, scowling at the pavement. "He spent twenty minutes today going off about Stravinsky being a romantic composer. Romantic! It's like do you even know Stravinsky???"
Jungkook hummed sympathetically, trying to keep ip with Yoongi's angry pace. "Maybe he was just generalizing?"
"If you're teaching music history you don't get to generalize. You get your eras straight, or you teach something else! Simple."
Jungkook chuckled softly. "You should take over the class, hyung. You'd do way better."
"Of course I would." Yoongi's expression didn't shift at all, stating it like fact.
They crossed the lawn, students sprawled out with books and blankets under the lowering sun. A frisbee whizzed past Jungkook's shoulder and he flinched, glaring at the guy who sheepishly waved an apology before running after it.
"So," Yoongi said, mood shifting casually. "Laptop situation. How's that going?"
Jungkook perked up slightly. "Oh uh, better. Taehyung hyung lent me his last night."
"Oh? How nice of him."
Jungkook's chest tightened but he shrugged. "Yeah, I have that essay due tonight so I'm just gonna... chug two Monsters and lock myself inside my dorm after a shower."
"Two monsters?" Yoongi snorted. "Don't get a heart attack."
"Eh. No choice hyung."
Before Yoongi could reply, his phone began buzzing. He fished it out, glancing at the screen and rolling his eyes before answering. "Hobi?" A pause, and then a small smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah, I'm on my way. No, I wasn't ignoring you. I was with Jungkook. Jesus." He pulled his phone away from his ear, walking to the dorms. "See you, Kook."
"See ya hyung." Jungkook lifted a hand in farewell as Yoongi disappeared into the crowd.
Back at Jungkook's dorm, he followed his plan perfectly.
First, a steaming hot shower, water loosening his tense shoulders. He washed his hair twice, towel dried it, and pulled on his pjs.
Next, two cold cans of Monster pulled from the mini fridge, condensation already beading at the silver as he set them down on the windowsill, far from his desk. He'd read horror stories of laptops ruined by spilled drinks — no way in hell he'd take that risk with Taehyung's laptop.
His desk was perfectly arranged: notebook open, pen uncapped, reference copy of The Great Gatsby sitting within arms reach. His professor's outline was supposed to serve as the backbone of the essay, so Jungkook powered on the laptop and found that file through his university portal.
Once he downloaded it, he opened the files app and got to searching.
Downloads > empty. Nothing labeled as the outline he literally just downloaded. He then went to a folder called documents that was filled with files.
He frowned, scrolling further. "Where the hell did it go..."
Scrolling led him to a folder tucked into documents, neatly labeled Homework. That made sense. Maybe it had gotten sorted there automatically.
He clicked.
Rows of word docs and PDFs filled the screen — essays, lab reports, reading responses. Jungkook scrolled through, skimming the titles but not finding what he's looking for. He sighed, dragging the cursor down to the bottom.
And that's when he saw it.
A folder, small, tucked at the very end. Just titled, 01.
Jungkook blinked in curiosity, leaning forward. The name was suspiciously vague compared to everything else.
And he had an itch.
He hesitated, biting his lip. He shouldn't snoop... he shouldn't.
But his hand betrayed him, already tapping on the keypad. The folder opened.
Inside, dozens of video files. All with black thumbnails. No previews, no titles that gave anything away. Just numbered. One after the other.
He hovered over the first one. 01.mp4.
Don't click it don't click it.
Jungkook clicked it.
The video played.
The screen fills with dim lighting, the kind of yellowed glow that'd come from a desk lamp shoved in the corner. The camera is shaky at first before being set down on a flat surface, right in front of a desk chair. Just like the one Jungkook is sitting in.
And sitting in that chair, in sweats and a loose white shirt, seems to be Taehyung.
Jungkook's breath hitches.
The angle cuts off Taehyung's head, just from the chest down. Like he'd meant for it to be that way. His broad chest fills the frame, lean muscle showing under the thin fabric. The chain he always wears glints faintly as it dangles against his collarbone. His long legs are manspread in a way that Jungkook has seen all too many times in person.
So that's... undoubtedly him.
"Fuck. Should probably stop doing this so much." Taehyung chuckles under his breath, voice husky in the otherwise quiet room.
Taehyung's hand slides down from his stomach, grazing lazily over his tee, until it rests over his sweats. The fabric tents slightly, barely noticeable at first, but then his hand presses down and—yeah. Yeah, there's no mistaking what type of video this is.
Jungkook swallows really hard, eyes doe like and big as he stares at the laptop screen.
Taehyung exhales, long and heavy, the kind of sound Jungkook's only ever heard after basketball practice when he's drenched in sweat and leaning against the bleachers.
Except this is rougher. Needier.
His palm moves slow, deliberate, pressing against the shape under his sweats. He squeezes once, hears Taehyung let out another breath.
"Mm—yeah," Taehyung mutters, head tilted back out of frame, throat visible just for a second as he works around a swallow. "Big... fuckin' problem." His laugh is low and self deprecating but the way his hand moves faster says otherwise.
Jungkook's jaw goes slack, his pulse hammering in his ears. His fingers tighten on the edge of his chair, knuckles pale, eyes wide and unblinking. He shouldn't be watching this— God he shouldn't. But his stomach is hot, his thighs are tense, and he can't fucking look away.
On screen, Taehyung shifts, hips pushing forward in tiny jerks as his hand rubs harder. The camera dips slightly, and for a moment Jungkook thinks he might catch his face — but no. Just torso. Just pelvis. Just the outline that's straining and growing heavier by the second, clear even under the dark sweats.
And fuck, he's big.
Jungkook has seen enough guys in locker rooms to know when someone is above average. But Taehyung? That's not just above average. That's —
"Shit," Jungkook breathes without meaning to, clasping a hand over his mouth as if someone would hear him.
Taehyung pushes his sweats lower, just enough that the waistband dips. A hint of dark blue boxer briefs peek out, clinging tight. His hand presses down again, this time with more urgency.
He's talking again, low and slurred like he's drunk on his own arousal.
"Always get like this when I—mmh—think too much." His voice gets a little airy at the end, his hips roll into his palm slowly like he's savoring the friction.
The sweats stretch tighter, the outline of him unmistakable now, thick and long under the fabric. Taehyung palms himself again, thumb rubbing over the head under the fabric.
Taehyung pulls the drawstring loose, tugging his sweats down just far enough. His hand slides under, into his boxers.
Jungkook's lungs seize when he sees it.
Taehyung's cock spilling heavy into his palm, flushed and thick, the head glossy in the dim lamp light.
His grip is languid at first, stroking from base to tip with a practiced slowness that makes Jungkook's ears ring.
"God, that feels good..." Taehyung mutters to himself, voice gravelly, a soft groan slipping out as his thumb circles the tip.
He starts stroking faster, hips lifting off the chair just slightly to meet his fist, the wet glide audible even through the low quality laptop microphone. The veins on his arm strain with effort as he squeezes near the base, then moves his hand upward until his tip leaks just a bit more precum.
"Ah, fuck." Taehyung moans lowly, sending an electric shock through Jungkook's body. His thighs clamp together, fingers tightening on his chair. He lets out a shaky breath because suddenly his room just feels so hot.
Then Taehyung grabs the hem of his shirt with his free hand, tugging it up and holding it up in place off camera — Jungkook assumes he's bitten onto it with how his voice becomes a little muffled.
His chest rises and falls in sharp, heavy pulls of air. The light from the desk lamp casts shadows across his stomach, every cut of his toned abs standing out. The muscles contract with each stroke of his fist, the skin sheening faintly with sweat.
Jungkook bites his knuckle because the sight of Taehyung— shirt lazily lifted, abs flexing, and cock straining in his grip— is overwhelming.
Another groan, low and drawn out — the kind that makes Jungkook's toes curl — erupts muffled from Taehyung's mouth as he speeds up even faster.
Then his abdomen muscles contract and his hips jerk vigorously. His abs are drawn tight like stone, veins straining against his working arm as he lets out a gutteral, muffled moan.
And he cums.
Jungkook squeaks in surprise. Its sudden, violent, his cock jerking in his grip, spurts of white streaking up his stomach, splattering across his flexing abs.
His chest heaves as he rides it out, hand still stroking through the aftershocks, groaning helplessly through fabric. He squeezes himself and lets out a relieved sigh, chuckling dryly. Then he reaches forward, and the video ends.
Jungkook sits frozen as he stares at Taehyung's laptop screen.
What. The. Fuck.
____
"You usually don't miss assignments, Jeon." Jungkook's professor spoke, adjusting his glasses as he looked at his own computer screen.
Jungkook was speaking to him after Reading class, practically begging for an extension because he still hadn't turned in his essay.
Right after he saw that video, he had slammed the laptop shut and stayed away from it for the rest of the night — too scared to touch it again. As a result, he hadn't done his essay. Stupid decision because —
"I can't afford anything less than an A, it'll mess with my GPA. I just — I had some family issues that kind of threw me off." He lied. "But I swear. Just two more days and the essay will be complete and perfect. Please Professor Han."
The older man let out a tired sigh, adjusting the thin frame of his glasses. The computer screen glowed with Jungkook's grade report, neat rows of A's and A+s reflecting in the lenses of his glasses.
Finally, Professor Han leaned back in his seat, the chair squeaking.
"Two days. That's it. No more excuses after this."
Relief crashed onto Jungkook like a tidal wave. His shoulders sagged, the tension finally easing. "Thank you so much. Thank you thank you."
The professor just nodded, already turning back to his screen. Jungkook slipped out of the room, the heavy wooden door shutting behind him.
"Jungkook!"
Down the hallway, maybe twenty feet away, Jimin's bright voice rung out. He was walking towards Jungkook's classroom, his bag slung carelessly over one shoulder as his hands waving eagerly.
"Where were you? You didn't come to our usual spot. I texted you. Thought you died or sum."
Jungkook fumbled with the strap of his backpack. "I — I was with my professor. I needed an extension for my essay."
"What? Tae told me he gave you his laptop."
Jungkook's breath hitched. "Yeah he did. I was going to use it but I kinda... fell asleep. Watching... Rupaul." He lied. Again.
Jimin cracked up, eyes crinkling as he reached over to ruffle Jungkook's hair. "Ah, you traded Reading for drag race, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Well don't stress. Just get it done." Then he gestured to his phone. "Anyway. I was just about to catch Tae after his practice. Maybe grab food. Wanna come?"
Jungkook's throat dried instantly. The thought of facing Taehyung after what he saw made his chest seize. But the idea of saying no, of not going, made something in him sink even deeper.
"You don't have to." Jimin added lightly. "Just figured."
"I'll go." Jungkook blurted, too quick. His heart thundered against his ribs.
Jimin smiled. "Cool, let's head out. If we're late he's gonna pout and you know how he is after practice."
"Mm." Jungkook hummed and they left the building.
At the gym, it smelled of sweat and polished wood, a mix of leather from the basketballs and the faint metallic tang of the hoops' chains. The echo of dribbling and sneakers squeaking on the hardwood bounced off the high ceilings and wide walls.
Jungkook and Jimin slipped inside quietly, heads swivelling as they scanned the court. Half a dozen players were winding down drills, some tossing basketballs and some chatting amongst themselves.
But even at a glance, Jungkook knew immediately where to focus: the tall figure hunched on the bottom bleachers, biceps flexing under his t shirt. Jungkook swallowed, feeling heat in the pit of his stomach.
Immediately, memories of the video flooded Jungkook's mind. Those low groans, his strong arms, his large hand gripping his thick veiny —
Jimin nudged him lightly. "Look, there's Tae." He interrupted his thoughts. Jungkook let out a stuttery breath as they started walking towards him.
"He looks exhausted." Jungkook says in a small voice. His brain felt like scrambled eggs. Part of him wanted to bolt, another part wanted to sprint across the court and collapse at Taehyung's feet.
Taehyung finally noticed them, head lifting, sweat drenched strands of hair clinging to his forehead. His eyes landed on both of them and his face immediately lit up.
"Hey guys." He spoke, voice rough from exertion, his towel slipping lightly on his shoulder. "Almost fuckin' died today. We spent nearly half an hour just running suicides. My legs are gonna give out any second."
"That's cause you not stretching properly." Jimin teased and Taehyung rolled his eyes.
"I do, I swear."
Jungkook tried real hard to keep his expression neutral but his eyes kept threatening to drift down against his will. The shirt Taehyung wore was loose, but every movement of his arms, every shift of his shoulders made his muscles poke out. The sweat darkened the fabric in patches, and Jungkook found himself tracing the outlines of Taehyung's chest, his torso, imagining what lied underneath.
His mind betrayed him, flashing back to the video, the way Taehyung's abs had looked when he'd pulled his shirt up, holding it in his mouth, muscles flexing with every stroke of his —
"Earth to Jeon Jungkook," Jimin said suddenly, snapping his fingers lightly in front of Jungkook's face.
Jungkook blinked rapidly, eyes widening. Jimin and Taehyung were looking at him. "Huh—"
"We're talking about getting food." Jimin says with a smile then looks at Taehyung. "We know you're hungry."
"You read my mind." He beams.
"What you feel like eating?"
Taehyung's lips tugged into a smile and his gaze flickered to Jungkook. Jungkook's breath caught at the sudden eye contact, eyes going a little big and doe like.
Then, "Maybe Jolibee." He said simply, tearing his gaze away. Jungkook let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"Yay. I want fries." Jimin says in excitement as Taehyung stands up, chugs the last bit of his water bottle and throws it out.
Then they all leave, Jungkook trying his best to not let Taehyung's presence affect him like always.
____
At Jolibee, a few families were scattered in booths towards the back, parents with tired kids. But besides that, the place was surprisingly empty for the hour.
Jimin immediately made a beeline to the cashier, asking about something Jungkook couldn't hear.
Meanwhile, Jungkook hung back awkwardly near the end of the rope line, hands shoved into his hoodie pockets. He was staring up at the menu, reading words but not really processing them.
That's when a large, warm hand landed on his shoulder.
Jungkook startled, body jerking as if he'd been doing something he shouldn't. The sudden body heat burned through the fabric of his hoodie.
"What're you getting?" Taehyung's deep voice came from right behind him, velvety, brushing close enough to the shell of his ear that Jungkook swore he felt his breath on the sensitive skin.
He hasn't even heard him walk up, how could someone be so quiet while being so big? He turned his head slightly, eyes darting up, and there he was, his heavy lidded gaze dawning upon him with his small smile.
"B-burger." His voice cracked.
Taehyung's lips quirked higher, almost as if he were biting back a laugh. "Burger," He repeated lowly, drawing the word out.
Jungkook nodded quickly, averting his gaze.
Taehyung leaned a little closer, the hand on Jungkook's shoulder shifting just slightly but enough to notice. Then, casually, Taehyung flicked Jungkook's ear.
Jungkook flinched again, cheeks warming as he rolled his eyes. "Hyung."
Taehyung's grin widened. "Gonna let hyung try your food?" he teased.
Jungkook's mouth opened, closed, opened again like he was buffering. His throat felt tight as he managed to mutter, "...Yes."
The single word sounded small, squeaky even. He hated how hot his skin felt, how obvious it probably was that Taehyung's teasing got to him.
Taehyung hummed, low in his chest, a sound that rumbled like satisfaction. He stared at Jungkook a moment longer, those dark eyes lingering in a way that made Jungkook's breath catch. It was like being pinned down while barely being touched.
Then as if nothing happened, Taehyung pulled his hand away, stepping forward unhurriedly. His attention drifted back to the menu. "Alright." He said, probably to himself, before striding up to Jimin.
Jungkook let out a shaky breath. Fuck.
____
When Jungkook gets back to his dorm later he decides he has to get this damn essay done.
No more messing around and no more avoiding the laptop.
He set his backpack down by his chair and plopped into the seat, letting out a sigh. He swiftly fished out his laptop, notes, book, and a pen.
He pressed the power button on Taehyung's laptop, watching the screen flicker to life. The familiar glow washed over his face and doe eyes. His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a beat too long.
He opened a blank Word document, the cursor blinking patiently. He formed the first sentence slowly, painfully deliberate. He typed another, then another, forcing it out.
But no matter how much, his skin itched in curiousity. His fingers twitched, mind wandering to no one else but Taehyung.
He stopped, fingers hovering over the keyboard again.
"No." He whispered to himself, trying to mentally push the image away. But just thinking about it made his thighs tense, a familiar heat curling in his body.
He exhaled shakily, leaning toward the screen. The word document didn't offer the satisfaction he wanted.
Instead, his finger twitched, gliding over the keypad as he clicked back into the files app.
He scrolled in the homework folder again, past the mundane files, until his gaze landed on it. The folder he hasn't touched since last night.
Jungkook tugged his lower lip between his teeth.
His body screamed to know what else lied in those other videos. To see it. To feel the rush — fuck.
He clicked on the folder that instantly showed the same black thumbnail videos. He could feel the blood rushing to his ears as he scrolled through them, not even knowing which one to click on. None of them had any saved names.
His finger rolled over the trackpad to one of the more recent ones...
And he clicked.
The video began to play.
Taehyung was fucking shirtless.
It seemed to be mid day with the way the sunlight filtered over his body. He was standing as he adjusted the laptop on the desk, the cuts in his abs tightening. For a split second, Jungkook could see Taehyung's face — hooded eyes boring into the camera and his tongue pushing between his reddened lips — before the camera angle changed to just his torso and hips again.
He let out a sigh and plopped down in the desk chair, hands adjusting his silver chain that bunped against his tan skin. Then, he ran his large veiny hands up and down his clothed thighs in anticipation. He was wearing grey sweatpants that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. In fact — when Jungkook squinted a little — it seemed apparent that Taehyung wasn't even wearing boxers.
Just sweats.
Jungkook brought his knuckle up to his mouth to bite onto absentmindedly as Taehyung's hand slowly inched towards his clothed crotch. He let out a low hum, only gently running his thumb over the length, making it twitch. Fuck, he was already half hard. Jungkook let out a breath, thighs tensing a bit.
"Sh-shit." Taehyung whispered, now grabbing himself through the cotton of his sweatpants. He gently tugs on it and his hips jerk and he lets out a small sound. His hand moves up to the tip and he gently flicks at it, and Jungkook could slowly see that area of his sweats tighten around him.
Then, without another second to waste, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his sweats and tugged down. Not all the way, but just enough for his fully hard cock to spring free — slapping against his bare torso. His sweatpants stayed low in the middle of his spread thighs.
His cock stood tall and hard against his skin, the tip a little red and drooling, veins prominent against the foreskin. With the way he had his sweatpants, Jungkook could only see just a sliver of his balls, but most of it was covered.
Taehyung grabbed his cock and wrapped his large hand around it, stroking it twice experimentally before letting it slap back against his skin. Then he huffed and reached forward, grabbing something off screen.
When he leaned back again, Jungkook's eyes widened.
Because Taehyung was holding a fleshlight.
Jungkook let out a small breath, leaning in absentmindedly.
Taehyung brought the fleshlight up to his face off screen and Jungkook heard him spit. Then he brought it back down and Jungkook saw the clear liquid on the entrance. Taehyung brought his long index and middle fingers to the hole and thrusted them in a few times, pushing the saliva into the fleshlight.
And without another moment to spare, held his cock with one hand and pushed the reddened head into the toy.
Jungkook's eyes widened as Taehyung groaned, seemingly struggling to fit his cock into the fleshlight. He slowly pushed the toy down with an audible wet squelch, arm flexing.
Jungkook's thighs clamped together.
Taehyung panted as he managed to push himself in all the way, chest heaving. "Fuck." He curses.
He slowly brought it up again and pushed it down, gasping. His thighs instinctively spread wider, curling a bit as he slowly figured out a rhythm, breath stuttery.
"God, fuck. Fuck —" He hissed, slowly going faster.
Jungkook let out a whimper, absentmindedly mouthing on his knuckle as he slowly began to move his hips, humping the seat under him.
Taehyung's chair squeaked as fucked into the fleshlight. "Yeah — like that — fuck, so fucking tight."
"Hyung," Jungkook moaned softly, tippy toes planted to the ground and his hands tightly holding onto the edge of his seat as he rutted against it harder — reveling in the delicious friction it gave him on his clothed cunt.
Taehyung groaned loudly onscreen, grabbing the laptop and pulling it a little to get a better view of his cock. The length of it was now wet with his spit and pre cum, and the fleshlight now glided down easier and quicker with the mix of substance.
Jungkook's pussy throbbed in arousal — and fuck, he was so fucking horny. His body was restless with the need to touch himself. All his guilt was practically thrown out the window at this point as he shoved his shorts and panties all the way off, kicking them away.
Without a second to spare, he reached down and pressed two fingers against his hot clit and began to rub fast. Eyes trained on screen, he unintentionally moved in sync with Taehyung's thrusts, moaning softly in the quiet dorm.
"Haah — yeah — sound so good, hyung —"
Taehyung moaned, almost like he'd heard him, stomach muscles tightening, chest rising and falling rapidly. His hand smacked the toy harder down his throbbing cock, the chair creaking harder under him, every noise so consuming Jungkook felt like it was happening right in front of him in person.
Jungkook hooked one of his legs up over the arm of the chair, spreading his other leg wider so he could get better access to his pussy. He spit on his fingers for extra wetness and moved them down again to rub against his dripping pussy, throwing his head back in ecstasy.
In the background he could still hear the squelch of Taehyung's fleshlight and his groans, his voice as he spoke — "Shit — so tight — fuck —"
"Ah hyung —"
"Yeah — gonna — gonna cum so fucking hard in this pussy —"
Jungkook immediately perked his head up again, watching Taehyung intently as his thrusts grew more messy and ragid, words turning into deep growls and moans as he began to fuck up into it more than he pulled it down. Jungkook's free hand flew up to his clothed nipple and touched it, letting out the most feminine moan as he rubbed himself quicker.
"Gonna cum too — yeah hyungie — faster mmh —"
Taehyung groaned loudly, hips jerking uneasily in the chair as he came into the fleshlight.
"Fuck, Kookie!"
Jungkook came so hard he saw stars.
His free hand clamped to his mouth as his fingers rubbed him through his orgasm, eyes rolling back as his thighs tensed and untensed in pleasure.
When Jungkook came down, chest heaving, the realization set upon him.
Taehyung fucking moaned his name.
____
"Does anyone have the answer to #4???"
"I skipped that one."
"Namjoon can I see how you did #6?"
Jungkook hears his friends as he walks up to their spot in the cafe, holding onto one of his backpack straps and an energy drink with the other.
Seokjin is the first to see him. "Kook!" He exclaims and thats when all the others look up from their homework, smiling.
"Where were you!"
"Why do you never answer our calls?"
"Sorry guys, I woke up really late today and skipped my 8am." He mutters as he looks over the table of spread out papers, pencils, pens, some coffee cups.
But then his breath catches.
Somehow, Taehyung had gotten here before him. Sitting at the edge of the booth with the rest of them, his own homework sprawled out and one headphone in.
He wore a black hoodie with matching black sweats, silver chain glinting with his movement. He stared daggers into Jungkook's face, then gave a small smile.
"Hey Kookie."
Kookie.
That nickname wasn't so innocent anymore.
And now that he knew Taehyung also had interest in him, he didn't know how to look at him directly. He gave a shy smile back, cheeks burning.
"Hi."
"You're good at trig, right?" He leaned back against the booth a bit, raising his eyebrow and tapping his pencil against his cheek. Jungkook's breath hitched.
"Yes."
Namjoon clasped his hands together, piping in. "Great! Take him, I got 3 people asking for help and its overwhelming me. I can only do so much." He says, and Jungkook's eyes widen.
"W-wait. I'm not a good tutor."
"Mm?" Taehyung smiles a little bit. "I'm sure you can be. You're good at trig, all you have to do is teach me."
Jungkook chews on his lower lip nervously, seeing as all eyes were on him. He lets out a stuttery breath and nods, looking back at Taehyung.
Taehyung smiles in satisfaction, putting his pencil down. "Great. I'll see you later then, yeah?"
"Huh?"
"I have bio in 5 minutes." He checks his phone as he puts his stuff away into his backpack, standing from the booth. "So I'll swing by your dorm tonight."
"O-oh." Jungkook stutters as Taehyung slips from the booth and gets a little close. He swallows, looking up at him. Taehyung grins back, then ruffles his hair.
"That's okay, right?"
"Yes." Jungkook says all too quick, leaning into Taehyung's touch. Taehyung hums and walks away, leaving the cafe.
Jungkook stays frozen, looking at the table. But everyone was in their own world again, Namjoon helping Jimin and Hoseok with trig, Seokjin and Yoongi on their phones.
Jungkook slips into the booth where Taehyung was and lets out a sigh. Yoongi shows him some video of a cat and all Jungkook could think about is his stupid hooper crush.
___
taehyungie
im omw.
It was late as hell when Taehyung finally texted him, Jungkook almost thought he wasn't coming anymore. His eyes went big at the notification lighting his phone and he immediately tapped it to text back.
me
oh ok
taehyungie
what should i bring?
Jungkook frowned.
me
wdym
taehyungie
for trig
Right, Trigonometry.
me
oh bring the assignment and your textbook
me
your notebook too
taehyungie
ill just bring my bookbag
me
ok
taehyungie
u still got my laptop, right?
Jungkook swallowed, looking at the laptop closed on the desk. The one that he totally didn't see a lewd video of Taehyung jerking his shit on instead of the essay that he still hasn't completed. Totally not. Nope.
me
yeah
Read 10:54pm
Jungkook frowned after being left on read and exited out ofhis messages.
He lied there on his bed, pj shirt and shorts on as he absentmindedly went back to scroll through Instagram. He wasn't really paying attention to any of the posts though, thinking about Taehyung coming to his dorm.
Knock.
Jungkook's neck snapped towards the door so fast he almost got whiplash.
He rushed to his feet, heart hammering against his ribs. And when he opened the door, his breath caught in his chest, doe eyes staring.
Taehyung stood in the doorway, backpack over one shoulder, chain glinting in the hallway's yellow light. His hair was slightly damp like he'd also just taken a shower, wearing a black shirt and some dangerously low grey sweats. Literally Jungkook's weakness. He forced his eyes not to move down.
"Hey," Taehyung murmured, looking over Jungkook's face and then at the dorm.
"H-hi. Come in." Jungkook's grip on the doorhandle tightened as he stepped to the side, letting the taller male in. He shut the door behind him and rubbed his clammy hands on his pj shorts.
"Where should we sit?" Taehyung asked in his sexy ass deep voice as he glanced around the room, then looked down at Jungkook.
"Uh— floor," Jungkook blurted, moving quickly to cover his nerves. "Only got one chair so... yeah. Floor's good."
Taehyung chuckled softly in amusement and nodded, sliding his backpack off his shoulder. "Floor it is, then." He murmered and sat down on the rug. He pulled out his textbook and notebook, flipping through pages casually.
Jungkook's throat went dry. From this angle Taehyung looked rather vulnerable, hair falling lightly on his face, lashes catching the light as he flipped through his textbook.
"Not gonna sit too?" Taehyung asked, raising his head and catching him staring.
Jungkook jolted. "Uh — m' gonna use the bathroom real quick." He said and before Taehyung could respond he darted into the bathroom and shut the door.
He gripped the sink, staring in the mirror. His cheeks were red already and he briefly wondered if he was making himself super obvious right now. He splashed some water on his face, wiped it off, and let out a shaky exhale.
He finally opened the door, wiping his palms on his shorts once more.
But when he stepped back into the room, he froze.
Taehyung wasn't on the rug anymore.
He was at Jungkook's desk.
Sitting in his chair.
And most importantly, using the fucking laptop.
The laptop that Jungkook had completely forgotten to close out the video on, only minimizing it.
His entire body went cold, blood draining from his face. "W-why are you — why are you using the laptop —"
Taehyung glanced back at him over his shoulder, offering a lazy smile. "I've got some trig notes I saved in my files that I can pull up. It's faster than flipping through my book and will probably make things easier."
"No wait—don't—"
It was too late.
In slow motion, Jungkook watched as Taehyung's finger glided over the trackpad. The minimized window Jungkook had carelessly left sitting in the taskbar popped back open.
And there it was, frozen mid frame.
Taehyung's bare torso on the screen, grey sweatpants tugged to his mid thigh, chain glinting in the filtered sunlight through the window, and a large hand wrapped around the fleshlight that swallowed his cock.
Jungkook stood there with his lips parted, willing the Earth to swallow him whole.
There's a pause as Taehyung stares at the screen, and Jungkook can't see his face.
Then,
"So this is what you've been doing with the laptop."
Jungkook's heartbeat spikes.
"N-no I swear I — I can explain —"
Taehyung slowly turns in the chair until he's facing Jungkook directly. His gaze is sharp, eyes unblinking as he slowly lifts his hand and curls his index finger.
"Come here."
Jungkook swallows and before he could even register, his body obeys Taehyung's words. He walks over until he's right in front of him, hands nervously messing with the hem of his shirt.
Taehyung looks at his fiddling hands, then up at his face. Then, he turns the chair all the way around to the desk again, eyes falling back on the screen.
He rewinds the video and plays it from the beginning.
Jungkook's eyes widen. "H-hyung —"
"Shh," Taehyung says, not looking away from the screen. "Watch."
Jungkook's skin pricks as he forces his eyes back onto the screen. Seeing Taehyung sitting in the chair again, shirtless, thighs manspread as he touches himself through his sweatpants. Jungkook's cheeks burn with shame.
And when Taehyung pushes his sweats down again onscreen, cock springing free — Jungkook flinches and looks away, cheeks reddening further. "I—I can't."
The chair suddenly rolls back across the floor. Before Jungkook can react, Taehyung stands and grabs a fistful of his hair, yanking him down.
Jungkook yelps, stumbling forward until his chest hits the desk, his face inches from the glowing screen.
"I said to fucking watch it."
His grip in the younger male's locks is tight as he keeps him bent over the desk, Jungkook's hands holding onto the edges of the wood.
Jungkook lets out a breath as he watches — watches the Taehyung onscreen jerk his cock a few times before reaching for his pink fleshlight. He spits into it offscreen, fingers it, then pushes it down onto his cock with a wet squelch.
Jungkook immediately moans out, arousal spilling into his pj shorts and Taehyung leans down. He can feel his hips get closer behind his ass, feels the faintness of his sweatpants but not enough. It's not enough.
"Yeah. This is what you were watching huh? What a pervert you are, Kookie." He murmers into his ear, face close as he watches the video too.
Jungkook watches as the fleshlight engulfs Taehyung's cock and then moves up to the tip, veins popping on his arms. Then glides it back down, a moan coming from the laptop.
Jungkook whines, clenching his thighs together with need. "Hyung —"
"Ah, don't hyung me. You were looking through my videos. What were you doing with them, hm?"
"Just watching —"
"What was that?"
"Just watching." Jungkook says a little louder and Taehyung tsks.
"You know that's a lie. What were you doing with them?"
"I was —" Taehyung onscreen angles the camera closer and Jungkook gets distracted, watching his messy thrusts and getting lost in his heavy groans.
Taehyung tugs his hair, forcing Jungkook to look at him. His dark eyes are wild. "Answer the damn question."
"I w-was.. I was touching myself.." Jungkook trails quietly in embarrassment, looking at him with his big doe eyes.
"Fuck. Yeah?"
"Mmh," Jungkook nodded quickly and looked at the screen again, watching Taehyung's thrusts get frantic as he nears his orgasm.
"What were you thinking?"
"Wanted —" Jungkook is dazed as he watches the screen, not even thinking before speaking. "Wanted it to be me."
"Shit —"
"Hyung." Jungkook mewls desperately, wiggling his hips a bit to try and feel Taehyung. "Hyungie."
Taehyung finally moves closer and Jungkook finally feels him. His rock hard cock pokes him through his pjs, and Jungkook gasps.
Taehyung onscreen spreads his thighs a bit, fucking into the fleshlight quicker. Jungkook mewls, grinding his ass back against him.
In the video, Taehyung cums while moaning Jungkook's name. It ends and Taehyung grabs Jungkook by the chin, squeezing his cheeks and turning his head to kiss him hard. Jungkook mewls when Taehyung's tongue slips into his small mouth, exploring every inch of his cavern.
"Hyung's so fucking hard, Kookie." Taehyung murmers against his lips, grinding against him for emphasis.
"Fuck me?" He pleads needily, grinding back in sync.
"I think I'm too big for you."
Jungkook moans, shaking his head as he grinds harder behind. "Don't care — please —"
"I should see what we're working with."
"Yes." Jungkook gasps, arching his back prettily to give better access to his clothes. He hears Taehyung hum lowly behind him, then feels warm fingers graze under his shirt, slowly pushing it up.
Jungkook whines when he feels Taehyung leave open mouthed kisses up his back, until the shirt was bunched up under Jungkook's arms. He grinds against him impatiently.
"Tae —"
Taehyung pushes the shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor.
"Fuck." Taehyung groans and Jungkook moans just hearing his voice. He was so fucking horny — just Taehyung kissing his back again had him wetting his panties in anticipation, shaking his hips a bit.
He kissed just to the waistband of Jungkook's pj shorts, then in one swift motion, tugged it down with his panties.
Jungkook gasped at the cool air hitting his cunt.
"Hyung."
"Oh my God." Taehyung moaned, and Jungkook felt him bring a finger to his pussy, dragging it through his lips. "You're so tiny. Look at that."
"Mmf," Jungkook moaned as he grinded against Taehyung's finger. "More."
"Yeah?" Taehyung dragged his finger back to Jungkook's wet hole, prodding against it just enough for more wetness to drip out. "Fuck, you're dripping on me."
"Hyung —"
Taehyung pushed his finger in and Jungkook gasped.
"God — so fucking tight."
"Ngh~" Jungkook sucked in his finger so nicely, lips parted as he pushed himself back. He heard Taehyung gasp behind him and he wriggled until he was all the way in. "S' good."
"Can't wait to put my cock in here." Taehyung cursed as he drew his finger back a bit and pushed it back in with a second one. Jungkook moaned, rocking back against his fingers needily.
"Ugh, yes~" Jungkook threw his head back and Taehyung moaned.
"Kookie m' gonna —" Taehyung watched as Jungkook continuously rocked on his fingers, coating them with his wetness, and licked his lips. "Fuck —"
Jungkook felt Taehyung pull his fingers out. He whined. "Hyungie —"
"Hyung's gonna eat your pussy. Hold on." Taehyung groaned and before Jungkook new it, he was holding onto both his thighs, crouching with his breath against the back of his pussy.
Jungkook felt him press a small kiss to his cunt, and gasped. "A-ah, Taehyungie."
Taehyung moaned into his pussy, licking a long stripe between his lips, sending a vibration up Jungkook's body. Jungkook's knuckles on the desk had turned white with how hard he was holding on. He looked back over his shoulder, seeing how Taehyung's head was buried deeply between the back of his thighs.
Jungkook shuddered, reaching back and holding Taehyung's hair to pull him in more. "Yes — uhn~ more. Lick it — ah hyung —"
Taehyung pushed his tongue into Jungkook's hole and Jungkook's eyes rolled back, hand tightening in his locks. "Oh my God—"
Taehyung fucked his tongue in and out of Jungkook's pussy, groaning at how good he tasted as he gripped his thighs tighter. He moved his head back and forth, collecting everything on his tongue.
"Yes, yes hyung — ah — m' pussy feels soo —"
Taehyung pulled his tongue out and reached to rub Jungkook's clit fast, moaning. "So wet Kookie, hm? Like when hyung eats your small pussy? Felt good?"
"Yeah, ah —" Jungkook nods, thighs shaking as his orgasm drew quicker with Taehyung's movement. "Yeah — yeah, mmf." He felt Taehyung's mouth on him again, leaning in further so he could suck his clit.
Jungkook's hips bowed.
"O-oh — ah, gonna cum —" He squeaked in surprise, tippytoeing over the desk as felt his stomach tighten. Taehyung pulled at his clit with his lips and Jungkook moaned loudly, shaking as he came on Taehyung's face.
"God yes." Taehyung groaned as he licked him through his orgasm, milking every last drop. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud and Jungkook mewled, humping back against him.
Taehyung slapped his ass as he stood, making it jiggle and turn red. Jungkook squeaked, and Taehyung grabbed his face to kiss him again.
Jungkook tasted himself on his tongue, moaning into his mouth and grinding back. He heard some shuffling then felt Taehyung's bare hard cock against his ass.
Taehyung pulled away slightly, a line of spit connecting their lips. Jungkook feels him prod his cockhead against his pussy, rubbing in his wetness.
Jungkook moaned. "Mmh hyungie,"
"Gonna let hyung in?"
Jungkook nodded quickly, nudging Taehyung's cockhead with his cunt. "Yes~"
"Fuck." Taehyung pushed the fat head of his cock into Jungkook's pussy.
Jungkook let out a loud moan, but it was immediately cut off with Taehyung's hand clamping over his mouth.
"Are you — fuck — trying to get the whole building to hear you? Hm?"
Jungkook shook his head, eyes going teary the more Taehyung sunk his thick hard cock into him. He was stretching him so wide, holding him still with his other hand on his hip, and all Jungkook could do is take it. Let his hyung stretch his pussy open.
"Fuck — fuck Kookie — yes —"
Jungkook's eyes rolled to the back of his skull as Taehyung pushed all the way in — his wet cockhead nudging Jungkook's cervix. Taehyung bottomed out, leaning over him and moving his hand away from his mouth.
Jungkook immediately began babbling. "S' big hyung — soo full —"
"This is what you were thinking while watching me, right?"
"Yes —" He repeats. "Wanted—"
"Wanted what?"
"Wanted hyung to fuck me with his big cock —"
"Fucking hell." Taehyung moaned and dragged his cock out to the tip. Both hands kneaded Jungkook's hips before he slammed back in, making Jungkook's ass jiggle as he held onto the desk for dear life.
"Ah, hyung!"
"So good Kookie, taking my —" Taehyung pulled out and pushed in again, making Jungkook wail. "—taking my cock so fucking good —"
Jungkook's eyes teared up as Taehyung found his rhythm, slow yet deep strokes digging deep into Jungkook's pussy, massaging his walls with his hard cock. Jungkook felt him throbbing inside him, leaking just enough to mix with his own wetness.
Jungkook moaned as Taehyung pushed in deep, cockhead rubbing against him deliciously. He reached back, wrapping a hand around Taehyung's hip to push him in more.
And he did. He sunk in further. Jungkook groaned, arching his back. "Yes — soo good so so good —" He cried, cheeks getting wet from his tears.
"Yeah?" Taehyung rolls into him and Jungkook feels a sudden gush of pleasure, wriggling his hips back.
"Ah — like it there hyungie."
"There?" Taehyung shifts his hips a bit and experimentally strokes deep against Jungkook's g spot, making him moan in delight.
"Yes~ ah~"
"You're driving me crazy." Taehyung grunts and begins to pick up the pace, fucking the same spot over and over.
Jungkook cries beneath him, fingers tightening on the desk — the laptop screen light illuminating his flushed out face. His wet lashes, red tear stained cheeks, lips parted prettily.
Taehyung grabs his hair again, tugging Jungkook's face up. Jungkook's eyes roll back as he feels his orgasm rolls over.
"A-ah — cumming —"
Taehyung groans as Jungkook tightens and squeezes his cock — making him go faster. Jungkook feels his breath get punched from his lungs as Taehyung pounds into him over and over, milking his pussy.
"Yeah — yeah —" Taehyung suddenly pulls out and Jungkook gets flipped over, his lower back digging into the desk.
He squeaks when Taehyung crouches down again, grabbing him by the thighs. He attaches his mouth to Jungkook's pussy, maintaining eye contact as he suckles on his clit.
Jungkook's hips jolt, a hand flying down to hold onto Taehyung's hair. "Mmh hyungie," He moans softly, lidded eyes threatening to close. Taehyung hums into his cunt and licks a stripe between his pussy lips, then pulls away. His mouth is wet — and he licks over it like it was the most delicious thing he's ever had.
He stands up again, tall, and points. "Bed." He says lowly.
Jungkook immediately gets to the bed, laying on his back, watching Taehyung. He was still fully clothed, sweats pulled down only enough for his cock to be out.
This was the first time Jungkook got to see it in person, standing tall against his shirt — wet from Jungkook's pussy and reddened at the tip.
He stroked it a few times and dipped his knees into the bed, holding it by the base.
"Can I touch, hyungie?"
Taehyung licked his lips and moved closer, nodding. "Go ahead. Touch my cock."
Jungkook curiously leaned forward, wrapping a small hand around Taehyung's cock. It was rock solid under Jungkook's palm, and he couldn't even hold it all the way. It was so fucking thick.
He ran a thumb over one of the veins and Taehyung shuddered, thrusting his hips a bit. Jungkook looked up at him through his lashes and closed his fist tighter, squeezing it.
Taehyung pushed his cock up into Jungkook's fist, growling a bit. Pre cum leaked from the head as he slowly stroked into Jungkook's fist, dragged it back, repeated the motion. Jungkook bit his lip, feeling his pussy get wet a bit with the sound of Taehyung thrusting into his fist.
Wet and hot.
Jungkook let out a small sound. "So hard, Taehyungie."
"Yeah? Let me fuck you again."
"Mmh." Jungkook moaned and tugged on his cock, bringing it down to his pussy. Taehyung grabbed one of Jungkook's hips with a strong hand, and begun to push in.
Both males moaned in unison as Taehyung filled Jungkook up to the brim. Somehow, he felt so much deeper at this angle. And Jungkook felt so much tighter on Taehyung's cock. He grunted, tongue wetting his lips as he watched Jungkook's pussy swallow him whole.
"Hyung." Jungkook moaned, wrapping his legs around Taehyung's narrow hips. He pulled him in more and Taehyung groaned lowly, grinding into him.
"F-fuck," He hissed. "Let me — hold on — y-you're squeezing me —"
Jungkook grabbed him by his chain and pulled him down, pressing their lips together. Taehyung moaned against him, working his cock in with small thrusts, squeezing Jungkook's hip.
Jungkook broke the kiss. "Fuck my tight pussy, hyung."
"Oh my God." Taehyung moaned, drawing his hips out and thrusting back in.
Jungkook threw his head back with a satisfied moan, hands moving to Taehyung's shoulders. Taehyung's forehead caught a sweat as he began to slowly pick up his pace, chain swinging against his shirt, fucking into Jungkook earnestly.
"Ah hyung — yes —" Jungkook gasped, tightening his thighs around Taehyung and trying to move with his pace. "F-faster- want it."
Taehyung began fucking faster with a grunt, and Jungkook let out another drawn out moan, tears collecting on his lashes in pleasure. "Hyung!"
"Good? Yeah? You're — shit — you're crying —"
"Feel so good hyungie~"
"Mmh." Taehyung grunts and fucks him harder, making the bed rock against the dorm wall. Those poor neighboring rooms.
Jungkook's eyes roll back as the pit of his stomach as his stomach feels all tingly. Before he could warn Taehyung, his cunt spasms and he squirts really hard, making a mess on Taehyung's cock and the bedsheets.
Taehyung groans loudly. "Fuck!" He pounds him into the mattress, chasing his own orgasm as tears stream down Jungkook's face and he claws at his shoulders — not able to hold back the continuous streams of squirt splashing between them.
"Ah — ah —" He whimpers with each thrust, subconsciously trying to move back from the overwhelming pleasure but Taehyung keeps dragging him back down, fucking into him like a horny animal.
"Shit shit — Kookie — hyung's gonna cum —"
"C-cum in me." Jungkook pants, moving his hips forward with his rhythm. Taehyung gasps. "Yes hyung — give it to me give it to me —" He eggs him on and Taehyung hips begin to jerk uneasily.
"Ugh — fuck —" Taehyung drawled as his hips slammed into him, thick ropes of cum filling Jungkook to the hilt. Jungkook moaned softly as it felt neverending, Taehyung cramming all of it deep into him as he rode out his orgasm.
When he finally came down, he fell slightly on Jungkook — making him let out an huff. Jungkook ran a hand through his hair and crinkled his nose in mock disgust.
"You smell like sweat."
"Mm." Taehyung nosed his neck, humming. "You do too. But in a good way."
"Ew."
Taehyung pressed a light kiss to his neck and Jungkook squirmed. "T-Taehyung."
"Yes." Another kiss.
"I-I think we should talk about, um. What this was."
Taehyung pulled away, looking down at him. "What, the videos? They weren't for anyone, I kinda just like to record mysel—"
"Not that." Jungkook flicked his chain.
Taehyung slowly pulled his softening cock out, tucking himself back into his sweats. He rolled onto the bed besides Jungkook, looking at the ceiling.
Taehyung sighed. "Jimin knew that I had a crush on you. And when I told him, he said that I should tell you."
"What??" Jungkook propped himself up on his elbow, looking at Taehyung. "Had a — wait. When was this?"
"Like 5 months ago."
"What the fuck? I should hit you!"
Taehyung cowered, putting his hands in front of his face. "Please don't."
Jungkook sighed. "Why didn't you tell me??"
"I didn't think you liked me back." Taehyung said softly. Jungkook stared at him. This was the first time he's seen Taehyung so nervous. Taehyung messed with his chain a bit then looked at him. "What?"
"You wasn't sure if I liked you back..." Jungkook repeated, frowning. "It should definitely be the other way around."
"How? You're pretty, really smart, nice to everyone. And I'm just a stupid guy who plays basketball."
"Taehyung you're not stupid. And basketball makes you hot. Stop."
"You think I'm hot?" Taehyung smiles slowly and Jungkook blushes.
"There's no way you're asking me that."
Taehyung hums and leans in, pressing their foreheads together.
"When did you start liking me?" He whispered.
Jungkook licked his lips. "Well, I thought you were attractive when we first met. But I think I started gaining feelings around the same time that you did."
"Mm." Taehyung leaned in closer, their lips brushing. "What should we do about it then?"
"You tell me." Jungkook breathes.
"Will you go out with me?" Taehyung asks, hand moving down to wrap around Jungkook's waist.
Jungkook smiles. "Yes. Yes a thousand times."
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