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These are desperate times he lives in. Very desperate. Jeongguk has done unimaginable things against his better judgement- things that he cannot name for he intensely regrets those decisions.
To think he'll get better at them, Jeongguk scoffs, what a joke.
Jeongguk clambers onto the flight of stairs. Sweat rolls down his spine as they die on the hem of his shirt. The exertion is killing him but none of that matters except reaching the third floor of the boy's dormitory. It's essential that he reaches there immediately.
When he stands infront of the door, his hands clam up. Panic tends to make Jeongguk forgetful and this one is no different. His hand automatically knocks with sudden burst. His impatient knocking will probably draw attention but he doesn't care.
He needs to see him or else he'll combust into a flame. Jeongguk will succumb to his manmade injury. He'd die of the insecure thoughts torturing his mind.
The door rattles before it creaks open. Jungkook's lungs are already fighting for their life, he didn't need another reason to have his breath knocked out of his chest.
He still loses his battle with air. God, Jeongguk is not the bravest soldier, but he is the most horniest one.
Taehyung stands on the other side of the door with a skeptical frown.
Taehyung is no stranger to odd knocks at off timings. On the contrary, watching Jeongguk grapple with his desperation is a pretty common view.
His eyes quirk up. But a sigh makes his way out of his perfect lips, "I told you to give me a three hour notice."
Jeongguk's chest beats wildly. His fists pressed into balls to refuse his eyes from roaming all over his body.
Kim Taehyung is the odd ball here. The basketball player who has no shame. He's the one swinging his door open for him at every inconvenient turn, flashing his boxy smile that drives the younger crazy.
He's the one who striked a deal with Jeongguk to help him get off.
The elder hadn't bothered to put on a decent shirt- the first thing that he's blasted on with is a flimsy tank top. Taehyung looks unstoppable in it. Ragefully so.
Jungkook licks his lip as subtly as possible. The elder unconsciously flexes his muscle, adding more to his frustration.
Jeongguk schools his face into indifference. "Im sure you can handle it."
Taehyung leans on his door and ceaselessly smirks. "Come on in."
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The dormitory is just like any other one. Two bedrooms. A messy kitchen. Two couches lining the either side of the wall. Somewhere there's a laundry basket with a chute directly linking to the laundry area.
Its a boy's dormitory, but for some reason it's cleaner than its expected to be. Jeongguk appreciates that.
Taehyung busies himself in getting a glass of water while Jeongguk takes a back seat. He never had the opportunity to live in a dorm when Jimin generously had offered his place up. He knows the stuff that happens in dormitories, the kind that reckless freedom enables, the university kids have and what kind of shenanigans they get up to.
Taehyung's room deviates from all that nonsense.
His dorm smells nice. Taehyung's perfume diffuses to every corner. Its clean, and he knows the elder lives comfortably. Envy stirs his guts. He could only wish for a scholarship that covers his entire semesters at Seoul University. Some people like Taehyung are just lucky.
Jeongguk hikes himself on the counter and waits. His gaze, however, drifts to the elder's silhouette. Perhaps its Taehyung's fault for always flaunting his assets, its become second nature for the younger to trail his eyes down to his glorious back. Jeongguk harshly swallows, he's not at all subtle.
Taehyung has really broad shoulders, that taper off to a fairly nice waist. The kind of waist that is nice to hold onto, or so Jeongguk has come to find out from the times they've shared a bed.
When Taehyung spares a glance back, it makes the younger choke incessantly. Jeongguk notices how his insides flutter at the slight arc of his brow, features soft and shirt rumpled from the waist.
Taehyung is so pretty. He is a walking contradiction. He has sharp but rounded eyes. He has an edgy mouth but a warm smile. He's built like a bulldozer but he snuggles like a puppy.
That smile of his, right now, is laced with shyness, and its making Jeongguk crazy, because the moment they walk into his bedroom, Taehyung will turn him around effectively ruin his jaw.
Taehyung breaks into a chuckle. He glances again, but more confident this time. "You can stare at me, I don't mind."
Jeongguk rolls his eyes at him. Cocky bastard.
There's no need to deny. The very first thing that drew him to Taehyung was his handsome face. Jeongguk sometimes fantasies about tracing his features in a slow manner, giving extra care to his nose and lips. Sometimes he envies anybody else who gets to warm his bed except him.
Other times, he hates the very existence of Taehyung. How he's flawlessly handsome, soft in the right places. The girls flock around the basketball court, trying to get a sneak of his profile. It doesn't matter what they think because Taehyung is openly gay. Proudly gay and he likes tough boys more than delicate girls.
Somehow, that also includes Jeon Jungkook from chemistry.
The younger is stunned from his reverie when Taehyung offers him the glass of water. Jeongguk takes it with shaking hands. He didn't realise his throat was parched. Taehyung did. He eagerly watches him down that water in two gulps.
Something akin to satisfaction flashes in his features.
Taehyung, slowly but naturally closes on him. Until Jeongguk knocks his butt against the kitchen counter. The younger raises his head to find Taehyung observing him with a glint of challenge. He barely sees two arms coming around, caging his frame against the cabinets.
With the way Taehyung's lip perk up, he was meaning to corner him for long while. "You havent dropped by a week."
Jungkook averts his eyes. This close, he can sense the heat of his skin, see the threads of his tank top. He can smell his perfume. The faint one. Taehyung once told him he likes to apply body soap because of the soft smell it leaves. Jeongguk in his weakest moments, may agree that he likes their muted scent too.
"I was busy." He refrains from groaning out loud. His chin is held gently and directed back to him. Jeongguk's lids turn heavy.
A jolt of pleasure floods him.
"With whom?" He fires back. Jeongguk cannot rip his eyes from his piercing ones. "Yeji? Jihyo? Mina?"
His smirk carves deeper. "No one at all?"
"Somebody." Jeongguk shoves him but it's no use. Taehyung plays basketball for a reason. He's tall and devishly handsome and his strength overpowers even Jeongguk, who regularly visits the gym.
On the contrary, his shove only provoked the elder to strike back. Taehyung slithers his hand on the small of his back and pulls him flush. Jeonnguk let's out a surprised sound. Taehyung's hand travels up and down his spine There's a hint of possessiveness in it that makes Jeonggul feel dizzy.
It makes him feel wanted.
The gravel of Taehyung's baritone hits him hard. Jeongguk grunts. It makes the other feel more bolder. "Be honest, Gukkie, you were with nobody important."
"Are you- are you keeping tabs on me?" Taehyung has him bubbling under the first bouts of pleasure. There's something very hot about Taehyung's hand being able to map the entirety of his waist. Jeongguk gasps as he's pinned once again to the counter. This time, he has to look straight into Taehyung's eyes and face the hunger in them. "It's not so difficult. You make it a child's play for me."
Jeongguk would snap back. It's easy and it's familiar and Taehyung always manages to tame him but right now, he doesn't have a single bone in him that wants to fight.
Jungkook whimpers. Taehyung takes that opportunity to begin kissing his neck. He grabs his shoulder as an involuntarily shiver travels down his spine. Taehyung's lips are warm, and coax feelings out of him no one can. Jeongguk bares his neck with no thought of the consequences. Taehyung is ravenous with his skin.
And that's what he does. He latches onto his skin and sucks. Jeongguk curses under his breath as his body seeks pleasure through other means. The younger tests the muscles around his biceps while Taehyung's hands are busy caressing his sides.
Jungkook almost bucks his hips. Almost. But Taehyung is mean to him. He grabs them cruelly, taking attention back to him. "Who did you ask?"
Fuck him. "Stop-"
Taehyung chuckles over his skin. "Was it Minji? Didn't she block you the last time you slept with her? Wasn't satisfying her enough?"
Jeongguk wishes he could struggle his way out his those constraints. Atleast he won't have to hear Taehyung humiliate him. The elder presses his lips to his jaw, satisfied once a bruise begins to bloom there.
Its visible. Its sizeable. Its regrettably his. Taehyung's possessive streak sparks again and the price will only be paid by him. Jeongguk is kissed over the junction of his neck, like that would placate the thousand curses he's about to unleash.
"There," Taehyung admirably says, "Now they'll know you had a satisfying night."
Taehyung soothes down his hand to his hips, bringing forth a new sensation Jungkook cant fight against. His mouth clamps around his ear shell lightly.
Jeongguk moans. Taehyung's breathy laugh tickles. It tickles and also sends tendrils of submission. Jeongguk hates it, but he lets himself be burrowed in kisses. Wet kisses. Promising kisses. Each one sends fluttering heat to his south.
And when they stop, Jeongguk has an agitated reaction. They shouldn't have stopped when he was enjoying them so much. Hes met with a very laid back image of Taehyung, evidently amused at his distressed state.
"They don't realise how inexperienced you are do they? It's not really your fault," Jeongguk follows his mouth, as the elder drags out his words, "You get lost in your pleasure and can't think beyond that. Always sloppy."
Taehyung caresses the lower lip, a deliberate slide to each corner. He digs his nail in the plushness. Then he tugs at his lip ring to draw to whine out of him. Jeongguk hates the look of entrance on him.
Taehyung smirks. "You're just a puppy to them. But that's okay. Hyung will take care of you."
Taehyung's hand settle at his belt. Whatever snarl Jeongguk was about to give, crumbles in exchange for having his buttons undone. Slowly, Taehyung reveals his underwear and chuckles at the exuberateness he displays.
Taehyung doesn't bother to look up. "Do I have your permission pup? What do you say?"
Yeah. Jeongguk tilts his head up, meeting Taehyung with crumbling confidence. There's a crease forming on the younger's face, too high on the feeling that he can't get down.
Jeongguk has to grit his teeth to say it. If he doesn't, Taehyung will linger but he won't touch. The phantom of his hand hovering over his bulge is so intense, Jeongguk folds in a second.
"Please take care of me, hyung."
Those are the green words. Jeongguk gulps thickly. He will never understand the weight of this phrase but it makes the Taehyung feral.
The elder wastes no time in surging for a kiss. Jeongguk's mouth is assaulted with so many sensations. Taehyung's tongue pries open his mouth and licks every crevice of surface it can find. He's being pulled forward until they are on the couch. They switched positions somewhere because Jeongguk is below him. Taehyung hovers with much enthusiasm.
He blinks slowly. No one can be more handsome than Taehyung. It's impossible to be. Jeongguk squeezes his crotch and the moan Taehyung releases goes straight to his cock.
He's pulled in a kiss again. More spit. More biting. More moans breaking into whimpers. Taehyung presses his weight onto him to crush him. Jeongguk is out of breath by the time Taehyung lets go of his lips.
"Missed you, did you know that?" Taehyung draws another cry, when his hand palms his cock. It's unfair. Their positions allow Taehyung to devise whatever mean plan he wants to do. He forcefully pries the younger's legs open to cup his erection. Jeongguk jumps in the constraints and it pulls a mean streaks out of the elder.
He's grinning. "But I bet you were busy with other people huh?"
He wants more. Taehyung palms his jeans with fervour but it's not enough. The fabric hurts. And they're cramped. And yet, Jeongguk would let him spread his legs wider. He's about to reach for his cock, to relieve some pressure, when his hand is flicked off.
Right. Jeongguk can't touch when Taehyung is playing with him.
The younger manages to push his jeans off while Taehyung takes the exact opportunity to pull his cock out. Jeongguk keens when the elder circles his hand over his length, "But youre here now. I'll make sure you come as many times as you want."
That sounds so promising. Jeongguk kicks his hips up, just to give Taehyung a taste of his own medicine. He chokes up sentence. Like a loser, lol. Jungkook grins widens. Taehyung eventually mirrors as well.
His hand reaches his butt and squeezes for a friendly reminder of whats to come. Taehyung revels in his choked sound. His fingers slightly pinch his skin as a warning. He muses, "Let's fuck the brat out of you."
Unfair. Jeongguk is forced to blurt out the first thing that comes to his mind. "The only one who'll be fucking is me." It was meant to sound hot. It came out rather petulant. Jeongguk scowls at the mirthful smile on Taehyung.
Jeongguk can't count on his hand how breathless the elder has left him. His skin glows like the sun personally kissed every inch of him. Any decent man would admit Taehyung is gorgeous. Breathtaking. Jaw dropping.
But Jeongguk can count on his other hand how many times he'd convinced himself its not worth it.
Taehyung lifts up and pulls him along. He's kind enough to steady Jeongguk on his feet.
Before Jungkook can thank, his heart swoops in when Taehyung picks him up. His body lifts from the ground and holy fuck. Jeongguk represses a moan by his bare fist.
Taehyung makes it look effortless. He's hardly breaking in sweat. His fingers dig into the back his thighs and it feels right to stay here. He can't struggle, he can't complain. All he can do is be led to the room.
Jeongguk instead takes ample of sniff of his body soap. Oh how he missed it. He won't get a chance like this, when Taehyung is too distracted by him to comment on his obsession with how he smells.
Jungkook inhales sharply and without knowing it, rubs his nose all over his shoulder. A hand comes into his hair and simply strokes the back of his head.
"You like my scent too much."
"It's not too bad."
Taehyung snickers. "Not too bad? Sure."
He doesn't see when they reach the room. Only when Taehyung unceremoniously drops him in the middle of the bed does he realise. He bounces on his bed. Taehyung climbs over and easily flips their postion.
Jeongguk gapes at the elder. Their chests are heaving, and Taehyung's halo like hair take most of the pillow.
And yet, it is the most beautiful Taehyung has looked to him.
The dangerous lilt in his voice could kill him. Thankfully, Jeongguk loves playing with danger. He adores the challenge Taehyung offers.
The elder disarms him. Both hands crossed to the sides. Taehyung can steal a quick kiss like this, when Jeongguk isn't pushing him off to egg him.
"Be good for me puppy, come here."
Oh he'll be hella good.
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Fucking Taehyung is always slow. Deliberate. The elder languidly reclines on the bed, all the while watching Jeongguk climb over him, hands itching to hold his waist, drag his fingers over his sides and turn him over and fuck him senseless.
None of those things happen, because Taehyung hasn't allowed Jungkook to touch him.
They always begin with kissing, with Taehyujg initiating the touch. Jeongguk is just grateful to shut his mouth up, hear something else than his mocking remarks.
Taehyung pulls him closer by the heel of his leg and he happily shifts close. Taehyung's mouth tastes like toothpaste and his cherry lip gloss. It tastes better when the others tongue is playing with his lip ring over and over. It tastes so much better when Jungkook's bites are the reason Taehyung grunts into him.
"Turn around."
"No." Taehyung tries to say between breaths, "We're doing it like this. Face to face."
Jeongguk wants to refute. His argument is on the tip of his tongue, when Taehyung cuts him off with a clipped tone, "You wanted this Jeon. We do this my way. I want to kiss you when you're close."
And that's how quick he loses his resolve. Taehyung smirks because he sees the way Jeongguk gapes. His composure cracks. He loves kisses. His desires are exposed out in the open.
It's hard to not bite back. It's hard when Taehyung flicks his chin, because he has him exactly where he wants Jeongguk to be.
Taehyung never fails to make the younger feel small. Jeongguk doesn't get to have his way, doesn't get to kiss him whenever and wherever. And when he dresses up to leave, Taehyung makes him stay extra long to make up for the time he wasn't here.
"Fine."
Taehyung coos. "Alright pup."
Jeongguk hates how swiftly Taehyung locks him down. There's a fluttering sensation in his stomach, when the other's eyes crinkle in smile.
Taehyung pats his ass, the same way one would pat an animals rear. But Taehyung's smirk is so enticing, Jeongguk can't find it in him to be mad. "Come on baby, give me a good time hmm?"
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They're arrangement is simple. As Taehyung had once put it as, 'You want the sex I want the control. You'll listen to me how the scene plays and I'll let you fuck me however you want.'
It seemed perfect. Until Taehyung's demands unraveled into a mess of kinks Jeongguk was told to play out.
The elder tempted him too sweetly, "Do you want to touch me?"
"Hyung," Jeongguk groans from the back of his throat, "Please let me touch you."
Taehyung smile turns vicious. Jeongguk has to ask, in every step of the way, if he can touch him. If he can kiss him, if he can pin his thighs to his chest for better fucking.
Taehyung never denies. It was never about denying- It's about hearing him talk dirty. Jeongguk flusters at dirty talk and it turns Taehyung on so much, it's obscene.
"There's my good boy." Taehyung then shrugs his pants off, right before Jeongguk so he can get a taste of his skin. He's glorious. The elder has no qualms in spreading his legs until he's fully exposed. Taehyung throws his head back, fully aware where Jungkook's mind has run off to.
Jeongguk won't lie; Taehyung is endowed well. Ofcourse he's not ashamed, when that thing has veins curling around the shaft, when the head is leaking with precum and so thick- It is made to flaunt, is made to be worshipped. Jungkook brushes two fingers over it to watch it jerk.
Why Taehyung bottoms, is beyond him.
His hole is glistening with lube. Always prepped, always ready. All Jeongguk has to do is slide in.
Taehyung lifts on his elbow. He's teetering on the arousal. After a shaky breath, Taehyung eggs, "What are you waiting for Gguk? Fuck me."
And that alone is enough to encourage Jeongguk to crowd him.
After that, it's all spit, nails and an obsessive amount of moans. Jeongguk slides into Taehyung with much ease, thanks to him prepping himself beforehand. What amazes him is how tight the elder always is for him. Jeongguk's length inserts bit by bit, just so he can savour the feeling of being squeezed, and also the impatient whines of his hyung.
Taehyung chokes on the slow push. His hands find purchase on his back. His mouth parts, a silent gasp that his him kicking his leg in pain until it wraps around his midriff in a strong hold.
Jeongguk swears he saw stars, when Taehyung kisses him on the shell. He figured it out all on his own, how sensitive the younger is in his ear. Jeongguk can't stop him if he tried- Taehyung has him exactly where the younger wants to be.
Once he's finally in, it's like his mind blows up. This is what he's been wanting. A wet right hole to slide his cock into. A warm body crying for his attention. A mouth he can taste.
Taehyung's gentle hands run over his bare shoulders, and brushes the curve of his spine, eliciting an unsuppressable shudder.
"Green?" Taehyung wonders out loud. It shouldn't be Taehyungs job to ask when he's the one underneath, but he does it anyways.
"Yeah. Green." He pulls out a little and pushes in quick. Its a hard fit. Every thrust punches a moan out of Taehyung. Jeongguk does it once. Twice. Until Taehyung relaxes and it becomes easy to fuck.
He listens to Taehyung's moans and decides where he wants to aim next. Sometimes, he intentionally avoids his spot to punish him. Sometimes, Taehyung's cries are so pretty, he can't help but give in to the urges.
Today, he wants to hear the elder to scream.
Jeongguk is kissed senseless in the next second, mouth pulled in a bruising kiss. Their lips smash mercilessly. Taehyung tugs at his piecring until he opens his mouth up for his tongue to slip inside. Jungkook sucks at his tongue, his marvelously thick slippery tongue and god is this what heaven is like?
Their lips part in a daze. Taehyung is blinking back tears. Jeongguk brushes his thumb under his eyes.
Has he ever told him how breathtaking he is? Jeongguk can't breathe when Taehyung stares at him with such emotions.
"Good boy. Faster." Taehyung grits and Jeongguk delivers.
Jeongguk wants to ruin Taehyung. Wants his hyung to only have thoughts about him. When his pace slows, Taehyung eggs him between thrusts,
"Make hyung cum. You're good at it."
"So big Jeongguk ah, gotta do better though."
"Do you think Yeji is missing out on this?"
The praises and the degradation all filter out- the only sound Jeongguk wants to hear are the nonsensical guttural words ripping out. His fingers roughly dig into the elder's skin, and its less about marking and more about how unfair he is when it comes to sex.
Taehyung thinks he has the upper hand. That he can tell him what to do, and Jeongguk will roll back and whine for him.
He's so wrong. Taehyung's condescending smirks are nothing but annoying.
Taehyung arches. Jeongguk traps his body down to the mattress, causing him to writhe in his confines. He's close. Taehyung is also close.
"I'm close hyung-" Jungkook wheezes between breaths. He's starting to become sloppy. Taehyung's hole is swallowing him in, and at one particular squeeze, Jeongguk almost surrenders.
"Taehyung, let me come-" he chokes, "Let me come inside you- Taehyung." He drills his cock as well, hard and fast until the rhythm is lost and he's only fucking on sole insitincts-
Taehyung sucks his earlobe, while the other hand travels to his nipple to twist them harshly. It gets the expected response; Jungkook thrusts harder.
"Wanna cum inside hyung?"
Yeah. Yeah he does. His hyung looks so nice when his cum is leaking out of his ass. If he's good, Taehyung lets him watch. If Jeongguk begs, Taehyung lets him push the cum inside just to watch it spill out again.
Today, he's been extra good. He fucked Taehyung just how he likes it. He didn't run his mouth too much. He had clung onto his body just how Taehyung likes and let the elder hold him close.
The scream pierces his ears. It's satisfying, to say the least, to hear Taehyung unravel for him the same way he unravels Jeongguk. Taehyung's cock spurts white all over his abdomen, and it pulses in the palm of his hands. Jungkook immediately follows. He's been holding off for too long. At one strong push, he cums inside Taehyung, exploding inside.
"You're so pretty baby. So pretty. My baby." Taehyung says it faintly. Jungkook barely feels the air of the laugh around his shoulder.
Jeongguk's hair are raked back by rough fingers. It feels nice there. Taehyung always makes sure to make the younger feels heard, taken care of. When his fingers presses into the softness of his ass, to hike him up, he gives in. Whatever. Taehyung takes better care of him than he does.
He didn't mind the fleeting kiss Taehyung presses to his hair. He stayed put, whined a bit for attention and shuddered when the elder massaged his neck.
Taehyung huffs a laugh, "You're more fucked than I am."
Jeongguk manages to flip him off. The high is just as good as the drop is. Because he gets to collapse on the bed and catch his breath. Taehyung, after a minute or so, grabs a wet cloth and cleans his cock for him. Then he cleans himself. Jungkook's eyes follow the trail of cum leaking out of his ass, the hiss he lets out at the sensitivity. When he spreads his cheek to clean deeper, Jungkook dazedly stares.
Jeongguk is enamoured with everything. Taehyung's body, his mouth, his annoying habits. He's used to the elder. His drop isn't as disappointing with Taehyung as they are with others. It's why he can't really let go of his hyung. Not really. Even though he should.
For a minute, nothing else matters than the warm body underneath his exhausted frame. Jungkook could bathe in this moment forever.
Taehyung lays down as well, and brushes his lip ring aside. He is unabashedly fascinated with his jewelry. Taehyung toys with the ring, nudging it to the left and then down to reveal his lower teeth.
Taehyung exhales softly, curling into him. "This was nice." Jungkook likes when Taehyung melts in the afterglow. It really strokes his ego. "Did I do good?"
The elder perks his lips. "I had fun. We should do this again."
The breath stuck between his throat finally lets its way out. Jeongguk finally feels relieved of his shackles. He's used up his pent up energy. It's nice.
There are times he doubted whether he's good at sex. Jihyo thinks its cute how hard he tries to win over her friends. Mina has flashed him a loser sign. Aruem doesn't give a fuck about his looks.
No one really understands how desperately Jeongguk wants to be good enough for someone.
But Taehyung makes their time easy. The pillow beds, the teasing remarks, the moans he muffles into his fist. Taehyung is vocal and it helps him concentrate and push through. More than that, it helps him enjoy sex. Jeongguk rarely got to enjoy sex.
Taehyung swore they'd break things off if Jeongguk found a comitted partner. It's not the whole point of him sleeping around but it's nice to think about a stable relationship between him and his dream girlfriend.
Jeongguk faintly sighs. He currently isn't looking for one.
Taehyung's voice cuts in. His croaky overused voice. "Stay for the night. Its late."
Jeongguk scoffs. "As if you've ever let me leave after we fuck."
Taehyung grins to himself. It's small. His mouth sets in a cute smile that is unnecessarily shy, "But you never complain."
He can't. Taehyung silences every doubt Jeongguk has, so he really can't.
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"I heard you've been sleeping with a lot of people."
Jeongguk freezes. He slowly turns around to face Jimin who has his expression set in a permanent scowl.
He has not been sleeping around. But Jimin doesn't need to know that.
His friend cuts him first, "Let me rephrase that. You've been pretending you've been sleep with a lot of people." Jungkook winces when Jimin pinches his bridge, "When in fact, some sorority girls were just talking about your really intense attempt to bed them."
Jeongguk is standing like a thief that has been caught in the act, Jimin's accusations don't get any better.
"You messaged a girl 'hey lets fuck.'"
He scratches his head, "Shouldn't I be direct? Im sick of going on dates."
"Yeah. If youre a fuckboy. If you have no consideration for other's feelings."
"Oh." Jeongguk didn't know that. He breaks the contact by pretending to search for his earphones.
Jimin pities him sometimes because he comes from Busan. Jeongguk doesn't understand dating etiquette. Jungkook can't for some reason get a girl in his bed no matter how insanely hot he is.
It must be his baby face, or his bunny teeth. Or the short haircut he tries so hard to tame down but they never do. He's got a zit over his cheek, and his smile is awkward. He can never show assertiveness well.
Jeongguk represses the self depreciation that curls in his guts. Its whatever. The girls will eventually know he has mad game.
But they dont turn him down for his looks. They've made it abundantly clear that muscles don't make up for a good time. One needs practice, experience and lots of dirty talk to please a girl.
He's clearly fallen short in all the boxes.
Jimin snaps his fingers, "Okay. Who are you fucking?"
"No one."
Jimin scowls. Jeongguk shifts."It's someone." Jimin scowls harder.
And fuck it. Jungkook glares back. Its not as if he's doing something illegal. "Taehyung. From the basketball team."
Jimin's expression doesn't change. His eyes widen than narrow again. It's like he's assessing the younger up. Jungkook drops his shoulders. This longer his stare goes on, the worse it makes the younger feel.
"I didnt know you were bi." Jimin remarks, "Which is cool. My girlfriend is bi. I'm not upset."
"I'm not bi." Jungkook hurries. The idea of liking guys hasn't occurred to him, but telling that to Jimin doesnt feel right. His relationship with Taehyung is different, there's no label and he can come anytime and get out satisfied and thoroughly sated.
He has no excuse except, "I'm bi out of desperation." When Jimin blinks, Jeongguk flinches even hard, "Just figuring it out the old style."
He doesn't has to see the quizzical expression Jimin pulls. Or the quiet hum he says that sounds like question.
Jungkook doesn't want to talk about it. His sex life was supposed to be crazy. But lately, he cant help but find all his atrempts as a loss. It's dry. His night stands have him leaving him in the middle of sex. Jeongguk can't finish with them.
"You don't have to hide yourself Gguk."
Jungkook shakes his head. "Me and Taehyung aren't a thing. And he's just offered to lend his help to help me get better at sex. Then I'm impressing girls with my skills all I want. This is just... momentary."
"...Right."
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Basketball players are one of the most buff men to walk on this earth. What they don't tell you about hooking up with a basketball player is the sheer strength that comes along with it.
They're tall, sure. Jeongguk likes the height difference and the muscles of his hyung. But Taehyung brings more than his stature, mostly his blinding smile and his deep timbre that Jeongguk secretly craves.
He's easily the musliest man in the court and the most unattainable man in the university.
But Jeongguk is hard-core too. He knows people do a double take on him. His combat boots are equally if not more intimidating. He has tattoos lining his arm. He's got a sick lip piercing. Everybpdy wants him. And yet, Taehyung doesn't need a makeover to put Jeongguk's dominance to shame.
One cock of his eyebrow does it and Jeongguk folds like a stack of cards. Taehyung is sweet when he wants to be, he's mean when he can, while Jeongguk grapples with his occasional awkward phases.
He should have learnt something from Taehyung by now. But unfortunately, he's still figuring his dominant side out.
This means a few more days of tolerating Taehyung's petulant behaviour, pretending he likes when Taehyung flicks his chin, or when he pushes his cheeks so closely, Jeongguk resembles a fish.
Today he wakes up in suffocation.
Jeongguk panics at first. There's a body on top of him and a casual arm thrown over his midriff. Jeongguk is being compressed by a body thrice as large as himself. Someone's breathing down his neck. They are cuddling him to death.
Jeongguk thrashes, and when his hand lands on the face, he fumes. He realises its Taehyung knocked out on him.
They also don't tell you about how heavy a basketball player is in sleep. Taehyung, specifically, this jacked up asshole that he is, weighs near eighty and three. Hes a full freaking twelve kilos more than average. Where Jeongguk maintains his diet and lean figure, Taehyung scarves down any and every food to pack up so he can play better at court.
The younger tries to wiggle out. Its no use. Taehyung has successfully trapped him. All that's left to do is to beg the elder to wake up.
Jeongguk sighs. He's irritable. No amount of snuggling from Taehyung would change that. The elder holds him dearly close. Its weird. Jeongguk doesn't get why he even lets him get away with it.
But there are nice angle to it. Taehyung is soft in places. A Teddy bear. He's warm and his arms are toned and when he crushes him with his weight, Jeongguk mind blanks up.
There are certain things that he likes about Taehyung that he will never admit.
Currently, hes smothered in Taehyung's bed, in Taehyung's soap scent, in his arms. Jeongguk gets choked up in his grip when he shifts his lips subconsciously stick to his hair.
Jeongguk likes whatever weird shit Taehyung is into. He likes how funny he can be, he likes how emotionally competent he comes out, but mostly the thorough care he provides Jeongguk irrespective of their hookup relationship.
Jeongguk tolerates the snuggling a little longer. But he eventually has to leave. Taehyung is too comfortable. It'll suck when he will pretend Taehyung's weight was bothersome. It will suck more when Taehyung will eventually laugh and invite him for breakfast.
Jeongguk isn't in love with Taehyung. But with how tender his hyung is when it comes to him, he wishes Taehyung could have loved him less.
Leaving him right after wouldn't have hurt like it hurts him right now.
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The first building corridor was jammed with students coming out of their classes. It forced Jeongguk to take a detour. He was going to pass through the cafeteria but now that he has a means to take a long walk, he might as well graze over the basketball court.
This meant he might walk into Taehyung and his buddies passing basketball on the sidelines.
Jeongguk had planned to mind his own business. He had every intention to ignore them and slip past.
And yet, the sound of a basketball slapping makes him take a turn. He lingers. Jeongguk leans on the edge of the bleachers. Its too early in the afternoon to be playing games, but the guys often spend hours playing. It's natural.
All of them are stupidly tall and athletic in their built. Hyunwoo and Jaesuk all round up on their team. But no one is as charming and effortless as Taehyung though. Taehyung steals the ball and dunks it by a big jump. Everyone is impressed. His friends high five him. A few girls among the crowd swoon incessantly.
Jeongguk pretends he didn't see any of it. He's blind suddenly. He also can't hear the screams of the university girls near him.
"He's so hot." One of them fans herself with vigour. Her laughs is sticky. If Jeongguk would have to go for someone, he wouldn't go for her.
Her friend tugs at her shirt. "He's gay remember?" But she twirls her hair rather suggestively, "Im sure I can change his mind."
Jeongguk muffles a gag at that. She can try. Taehyung is very secure in his orientation. There are also indentations of a bruise poking from his shoulder. Another would reveal on his golden thigh. Another on his chest.
All ot them are in the shape of Jeongguk's mouth.
The younger suppresses his bout of possessiveness and that fuck- smug ass smile creeping on his face.
"He must be taken."
"No, I don't think so. He's never been seen on a date with a guy. Maybe a long distance relationship."
"It's not." Jeongguk blurts out.
"Ah are you friends?" The girl wonders, "Can you give me his number?"
No no no no. He's not giving the number to his hookup. Jeongguk and him have something special. He's not going to share that.
The moment is interrupted by another goal. They all snap their heads- Taehyung stole the ball and dipping it to his net.
It's an extraordinary moment. He's so close to dodging the fit of girls, he almost misses the ball swing into the hoop.
It's another goal. The small group errupts.
When Taehyung catches the sight of him, he hates how his heart jumps.
Of all the people vying for Taehyung's attention, why would he locate him?
Taehyung is crazy enough to wave him over. And when that doesn't work, he calls his name out, that it leaves no room for doubt. Jeongguk winces. Fuck him honestly.
Taehyung jogs his way to the younger. Sweat rolls down his throat, in a slow motion. His skin glistens. Jungkook is entranced against his will.
"Did you see that?"
Oh he saw more than the goal. Jeongguk saw sweat bead at his hairline. He saw his arms flex as he threw the ball. Those same damn arms wound tight around his waist when no one's looking. Jeongguk tries to appear unbothered. "It was great."
Taehyung instantly elates. "Good. The next one is for you."
Jeongguk is rendered speechless. Why must the next goal be for him? They could he only defined, as what one calls, unusual friends. Taehyung is a situational friend. He's a tutorial friend. Jeongguk has one need and that's it.
But he skips in his steps, joining his team once more bit not without sparing a glance at the younger. His look is full of promise.
Taegyung has such a sexy weight. He's tall and broad and heavy with muscles. Hes got a natural charms. A boyish smile. A cuddly bear. Taehyung is pretty tall for an average. And kinda tan for people's usual taste. However, Jeongguk cannot rip his eyes from him.
He knows those fingers intimately. He knows how strong their grip can be, how gentle their touch can go. They've delved in places Jeongguk can only describe it as dirty.
The younger tears his eyes from him. He's is a straight man. He doesn't understand why his own body reacts this way.
Those words definitely put a flush on his cheeks. Taehyung has that childlike grin that is too pretty to break. So he musters it up and shrugs. Taehyung can score the next goal for him. It doesnt mean anything.
Taehyung, overtaken by fondness, squishes his cheeks together. Jungkook gawks. There are people who could be potentially watching him. What the fuck is wrong the other?!
"Not here!" Jungkook glances at the group of girls. They could have been watching. They could write him off as taken. Or gay. Or both.
Taehyung rolls his eyes. "I won the games, Jeon," he reminds, "I want my prize."
To emphasise, the elder grabs his butt and squeezes it. Jeongguk gasps involuntarily. Taehyung pats his rear in two resounding thuds. This would have been alarming. Jeongguk doesn't want anyone to even have a whiff he's sleeping with muscular men. But the kids are rough housing, they are distracted first of all, and are also enganged in butt slapping and then bursting into laughs.
It lets them get away with being touchy. Taehyung
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Having sex with Taehyung is addictive. Jungkook finds himself slipping, accepting praises he'd never do, nodding to thoughts and reacting to certain touches. When Taehyung tucks his hair back, Jungkook insitinctually leans into his hand.
Which is absurd. He hates him.
"Your cock's practically leaking over." Taehyung remarks, and his eyes drift towards his bulge with a squeeze.
Jeongguk gurgles a response. His brain short circuits. Suddenly, the big buff man with the pretty smile is the one taking care of him. Jeongguk should be turned off. He isn't, and that's problematic in itself.
This is worse than what they were doing last time.
Jeongguk hovers over Taehyung with only his jeans. It should have been the other way around. Taehyung smirks from beneath him and trails his fingers to his neck. The hand grounds him. Jeongguk is led into a rough kiss. He presses cruelly into Jeongguk's mouth. The younger however eagerly responds, eliciting a chuckle out of the elder.
Taehyung's eyes dance in mirth, "You're so easy to be toyed with. Do you like it?"
To emphasise it, Taehyung pressed the heel of palm to his erection, eliciting the prettiest cry. Jeongguk crumbles like a tower. He can feel the tears pooled under his eyelash. He can taste the words on his mouth, the fingers that dig into his shoulder, pulling him closer to insanity.
Jeongguk grinds their crotches together. Then Taehyung goes further and guides his hip down, both of them grunting in unison.
He won't admit how much this humiliation turns him on and Taehyung won't tease him after this is done. If he did, he might have to point out how he felt the elder's cock jump at the cry he let out.
How his fingers twisted deeper to urge Jeongguk to scream. That fucker likes when he cries. He likes when he's desperate.
Taehyung is so hot. His voice is deep and breathy. It pulls Jeongguk further into a state of daze. The elder grabs a fist full of his hair and pulls back, causing tiny burst of pleasure.
As expected, Jeongguk's composure cracks. His hips gyrate on Taehyung in desperate circles.
Taehyung lets out a cruel chuckle. "How can I get enough of you hmm?" The elder moves onto his neck. Jeongguk bares his neck, allowing his ample of skin to pepper kisses on.
"Taehyung."
A moan tumbles out of his lips, deep and visceral. His smile is fond, as he huffs "Say my name again."
But Jeongguk pushes him back. His eyes are red with warning. "I'm here for sex Tae. Nothing else."
Taehyung stares at him in an unreadable expression. Jeongguk notes how his brows cast down to his nose, then his lips and finally his chin.
It's harsh, he knows. But if they don't stick to their boundaries god knows what's gonna happen.
"You don't have to worry about that with me."
Taehyung's hands travel from base of his neck, down to his arms and settle on his hips. When Taehyung pulls him for a kiss, Jeongguk doesn't notice that the hands on him hold him a little tighter than usual.
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"Yoonji. Can you put some sense into this imbecile-"
"Hyung!"
Jimin flays, "He's having spotaneous sex!"
Yoonji stops mid her salad bite. She exchanges a look between Jeongguk and her boyfriend in wary. "Are you really hooking up?"
Jeongguk pauses in the midst of choking Jimin. The minx will die one way or the other. Yoonji's piercing stare has consequences if not returned. He straightens up, as well as letting Jimin crawl away.
"It's nothing serious."
Yoongji waves it off, "But are you using protection?"
Jeongguk tongues his cheek. He's shy to admit they occasionally use condoms. "Only sometimes."
Yoonji tsks but its offhanded; like she wouldnt mind if Jeongguk died spontaneously, "That's dangerous. You're going to suffer due to STDs and then I'll have to do another presentation at your funeral on why sex education saves life."
Jimin sqaucks. He points accusingly. "He's trying to get into hookup culture- he's a baby!"
Yoonji assesses her boyfriend, and then the six feet tattooed oversized puppy with ridiculously large eyes, whom they fondly call Jeongguk, owlishly staring back.
Baby indeed.
"Who are you hooking up with."
Jeongguk averts his gaze. "Its unimportant."
Yoonji shrugs. Jimin's glare threatens to spill all of their blood. So she continues to prod.
"Are you dating someone Jimin is explicitly wary of?"
The question is soft. Jeongguk burns with guilt. Jimin's girlfriend is amazing, but she doesn't like being invested in their lives. She says women already carry a ton of emotional labour and she's not willing to carry theirs too. It's fair though but she cares.
Jeongguk mumbles something. Yoonji tilts her head, prompting him to be clearer.
But Jimin's patience is thinning. He groans,
"Who is it?!"
"It's not your business Jimin! Let me live my life!"
Their banter continues. Yoonji has to clap her hands to get their attention. "Boys can we have some decorum?"
She's also intimidating and Jimin is slightly scared of her as well. If worse comes to worse, Jimin isn't saving him from his girlfriend.
Jeonggum dampens. A snarl rips out. "It's a boy. I'm hooking up with some guy."
They all blink. A boy? Jimin gapes akin to a fish and he notices a flicker of worry flash past Yoonji.
Jeongguk hates this. He must look so desperate to go for a guy and not the girl he wants.
Yoonji shakes her head, returning once again to her notebooks, "It doesn't change how I feel about you. You're still painfully stupid to me." A beat. "What's so nice about this boy?"
Jeongguk twirls the threads of his hoodie, "He offered to help me get laid. I'm not very good at it."
Jeongguk recalls the easy setup, how Taehyung promised there's no strings attached and he can maybe learn a few things about sex in general. That may have been what sold to him, "He's really dominating. And he can carry me- noona he's really buff. You should see him throw the ball in the hoop-"
"The basketball players. Right."
Yoonji snickers. Her delicate wrist rests on her chin, "Didn't take you to be into buff men, but I can see your vision."
Jimin pulls his hair back, "I'm still reeling it's a guy."
"I'm just trying to learn from him- pick up the hookup culture. Once I get it I'll move on. We have a deal."
Yoonji curiously asks, "Do you prefer topping?"
"Topping. Obviously."
Yoonji makes an admonishing sound, "It's not so bad to bottom though. Atleast what I've heard from my friends. It's really liberating and fun to experiment. Maybe it's just your type, who knows."
Jeongguk avoids his gaze. He shrinks and
Yoongi's chin presses into her neck. "So which one is it?"
"Taehyung."
Yoonji ahs. "Right right. He's very very gay."
"I've played the sports with him. He's really good. I wouldnt be able to date him. He's uh, very particular about his taste in boys."
"He likes guys who rile him, cute ones. Reckless ones," she measures him, it sends a troubling shiver , "You clearly fit his type."
"I think he's the most responsible ones out of the toothpicks you've gotten together with."
Jimin suppresses his giggles just in time Jeongguk glares at his hyung to stop.
"Yeah you look just like Taehyungs type." Yoongi resumes appreciatingly, "Boys who challenge him and then go under at the first sign of anger."
Brat. Taehyung calls him. Annoyingly. Affectionately. Daringly.
Then she smirks. "I bet he manhandled you."
At the spark of arousal Jungkook tries to suppress, Yoongi barks a laugh. "I was right."
"We- we're just messing around. It's nothing serious."
Her fake tears are yet to be wiped. She's laughing too hard for his liking. But it's not as if Jeongguk's dilemma can't be joked. "If worse comes to worse, atleast Taehyung won't break your heart."
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They're kissing. And they kiss until Jeongguk's lips feel numb. Taehyung sucks his lower lip, and it results in Jeongguk bucking his hips into his thigh.
The bed jerks indecently, but this is what happens when Jeongguk is denied is fuck. He becomes hornier. Taehyung pushes his chest away. His laugh is mocking. "Too excited baby?"
To that response, Jeongguk groans gutturally into his ear. It feels so good. He's too stimulated. But he can't help rut his hips down in frantic circles. It's indecent. Taehyung forces his hips to gyrate closely to his crotch area. The nails are relentless in their pursuit. It makes Jeongguk feel everything underneath Taehyung's sweats.
Jeongguk allows Taehyung to guide his hips. His fingers curl over in a tight grip, fingers making their presence known. The younger hisses at the rough treatment.
Taehyung knows he loves the rough treatment. And that's the worst part.
Jeongguk would go faster, harder, if only Taehyung stops controlling his movements.
"Don't hold me back."
"Who did you ask this time?"
Jungkook's jaw drops in an overwhelming gasp. Taehyung's mean streak never fails to surprise him. For someone who kisses his lips so ardently, he surely has a kink to demean him.
Jeongguk avoids making eye contact. Whatever happens between his other stands should stay between him.
But Taehyung nudges on. "Come on, tell me. Did anybody reach out to you?"
They did. Jeongguk curls with the shame of not being wanted by the two pretty girls. He thought he had a chance, but they were never going to sleep with him.
Taehyung's chuckle is dark. His eyes wander from his body, a hungry lick of his lips tells everything. Jeongguk pretends his dark gaze doesn't set him alight.
He sets a crueller pace. His hands squeeze his ass as if, 'answer me.'
Jeongguk has assumed, since he'd be the one fucking, he'd get to set their pace. Decide their course of action. Taehyung would have looked nice taking his cock in the ass while moaning his name in pleasure.
None of those sorts happen though. Jeongguk was majorly mistaken the part where Taehyung explicitly wanted control. His fingers smack his clothes ass, and though it might have not hurt much, Jeongguk arches into Taehyung's body, suddenly pushed into the tempting heat.
He doesn't even realise he's hard. Taehyung teases his waistband down, just a fraction to let the relief in, but not his entire cock. No, that would be too easy. Taehyung smirks. There's a brief contact, heavy and smug, when the hand slides down Jeongguk's shorts, closes around his length and digs his thumb into his slit.
"Tae fuck-" He's not the smartest of the crayon. No. He's rash, impulsive. Jeongguk thinks with his cock, acts with his cock. Cos he knows there's nobody more hotter than him.
A mocking tone takes over, "Youre not there yet pup, you have so much to learn." Taehyung remarks. His tiny chuckle doesn't go unnoticed.
But Jeongguk wants to refute. He's not a puppy. He's a twenty four year old. He's buff. He can carry two girls on his arms each. And yet. When Taehyung calls him a puppy, petting his hair like he is one, Jeongguk can't help but let pleasure run it's course.
Hes a puppy as long as Taehyung lets him fuck him.
And it sound so sexy when Taehyung says so. Jeongguks eyes flicker to his collar bones and he licks his lips in wanton. Taehyung taps his ass, as a motion to continue rutting, and rutting he does. It feels really good when Taehyung praises him.
His hips move in an uncontrolled rolls. Jeongguk roams his hand on the back of the sofa and it infuriates him that he can't touch him yet. He can't trace his clavicle, or suck at his skin.
All because Taehyung enjoys his helpless whines. He enjoys that Jeongguk gets desperate for touch, he loses himself in pleasure.
"You're slobbering all over." Taehyung says. He wipes the spit from his lip. Jeongguk didn't even know it was collecting in the first place. His fingers that start off firmly, become softer at the edge. Taehyung strokes his piercing in tandem.
That same hand trails to the back of his head and Jeongguk thinks hes going to be kissed again. But Taehyung snickers at the last minute and he tugs his hair back.
"Who was it?" Taehyung demands at the same time Jeonggukk cries at the pain. It's too dull. It's just perfect. Taehyung's other hand travels to his chest and rubs circles over his nipple.
His sensitive, overly responsive nipples. Jeongguk could spill right in his boxers and he won't even apologise.
It makes thinking hard. Jeongguk wants to sink into the feeling. Its bad, because when his eyes roll back, the touch feels so nice- Taehyung reminds him his exact place just by an acute pain on his chest.
"HyeJin." He practically screams. His eyes sprout with tears, and Jeongguk bites down a whimper that fights its way out.
But Taehyung eventually coaxes it out, with harsh touches and eager strokes. It was inevitable. The elder knows how to fluently play with his body, better than he himself does.
"Aw Hyejin?" Taehyung mocks, at the same time stroking his length torturously firm.
Jeongguk doesn't even want to talk about her. She wasn't even that pretty. The other knew approaching her was potentially a risk. He knew she was just leading him on. But he had to hope. Nobody wants him these days and it's crumbling his self confidence.
The younger stares at Taehyung and feels a little bit invincible.
Jeongguk doesn't knock on Taehyung's door whenever he wants. They have an arrangement. When he's too desperate, too low on self esteem, Taehyung breaks him just to build him back up. Taehyung praise him until he's intoxicated to his voice slurring back whines for more.
He likes being wanted. And Taehyung wants all of him, in a devouring manner.
"And my baby fell for that? Poor you." Taehyung coos. He releases his hair to cup his face in a gently. His thumb strokes him and its such a contrast from the touch he had before.
Jeongguk realises there are tears collecting in his eye. Taehyung wipes each and every one, lets Jeongguk soak in the moment as he murmurs praises like a drug.
His tears aren't a product of the rejection. No, Jeongguk can't give two fucks about HyeJin nor her complicated attitude.
All of it is because he's been edged over too many times on Taehyung's lap. Jeongguk is still being toyed with mercilessly. Taehyung rubs his pebbles harsher, watching is face contort in pain.
"You're just a plaything for them." Taehyung brushes the jut of his nipple, watching him bend over. The sensations spreads. His legs spread wider in response. Taehyung peaks at his cock kicking under his briefs and grins, "You liked that huh?"
"Fuck you, let me cum."
Never in his life, was Jeongguk a fan of degradation. Taehyung imposed his kinks on him on purpose- that bastard. Jeongguk growls and gets his hair pulls back. Taehyung kisses his apple leisurely, while giving him smug eyes.
He wonders why he hasn't stood up and left at the disrespect. Why he hasnt put a stop to this. It has to be Taehyung's fault no matter what.
He's the bulky one. He's the man with muscles and a snarling mouth. He's the one who's stronger, more assured, more physically attractive.
So it always knocks the breath out of him when Taehyung grabs his naked thighs and carries him to the bedroom. Jeongguk isn't so big, atleast he used to be bigger. Taehyung unfortunately weighed more on the heavy side. His biceps alone are fleshier than Jeongguk's. His neck is thicker, his waist more defined than his. And while it should spike a bit of jealousy, all it does it fuel his desire in Taehyung to consume him.
But he has a reputation to keep. Jeongguk is not a pliant thing, he's a fucking handful.
"You'll regret this." Taehyung dumps him on the mattress. He wastes no second crowding his senses and kissing his nose as an affectionate mark.
Jeongguk is stunned to realise Taehyung's eyes are tender and warm. He flashes a snarky grin. "I'm already regretting you."
Jeongguk needs to establish his dominace. He can't have Taehyung throwing him around as he pleases- he's the top for godsake-
At another attempt, Jeongguk tries sound threatening, "I'll fuck you so hard you're gonna beg me to stop."
It should have scared him. It should have atleast made Taehyung doubt himself. But he's being dragged
Taehyung pats his cheek, like one does to a defiant pet. Jeongguk glares. He's not a pet. He's the top. He decides.
Taehyung smirks. He leans close until his breath hits his ear. "I'll make you fuck me so hard you wont feel your dick for any of your lousy doovers."
His features are smug. Confident. Taehyung's dominance knocks the breath out of Jeongguk. He can never pull this off.
"You want that pup?" Taehyung tips his chin up, and then eventually curls his finger around his jaw. The scowl must look ridiculous, with how his cheeks are pushed together.
Jeongguk mumbles incoherently. His cock hurts. He's desperately trying to appear bigger than he is. Taehyung, however revels in his discomfort. Then he gets his confirmation when the younger shifts. He rotates his hips as a means of relief. Taehyung's smile carves deeper. He's pleased.
"Thats right pup. You gotta work for it."
He's beyond stricken. Taehyung hasn't let go of his face and he's fucking himself up on their bed like rabbits. The hands leave in exchange for grabbing at the back of his head. Jeongguk winces.
"Brats need to learn their place and you," he kisses his lips like a bandage, "Are my most favourite brat aren't you?"
"Yes hyung."
Puppy indeed.