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The first time Taehyung met Jeon Jungkook, it was almost accidental.
He was grabbing coffee with Jimin on a Thursday morning, at a coffee shop near campus, in-between classes.
His whole week had been exhausting. He had barely slept the night before, busy finishing a group project where he was the one concerned about doing it in time.
He'd had to redo half of it, because his teammates definitely didn’t know how to properly write an essay. Even when they should have learnt something that simple way long before getting to college.
So yeah, Taehyung will always fucking hate group proyects.
Just as much as he hates it when Jimin doesn't let him drink his coffee in peace, dragging him out the minute the cup is in his hands, all the way back to campus.
“Are you really that eager for Mr Choi's class or do you just hate me?” Taehyung had complained, furring his eyebrows.
“Come on, Taehyung-ah.” Jimin had said, smiling “You can drink your coffee here. We can sit on the bleachers, over there.” he offered, and he guided him there before Taehyung could even agree.
From his seat, Taehyung could see a group of guys having an improvised basketball match, running and jumping all the way around the field.
Taehyung took a sip of this caramel macchiato, tasting the sweetness on his tongue as his eyes followed the ball.
“Isn't that Namjoon hyung?” he asked suddenly, turning to Jimin.
He nodded “Yeah, that's him.” he said, as his eyes went wide “Look! Jungkookie is also there!” he added, and Taehyung followed his gaze until his eyes fell upon a brown haired guy “Jungkook-ah!” Jimin shouted, and the guy turned his head towards them, big eyes and a wide smile on his face as he ran towards them.
Taehyung had heard Jimin talk about him. About a cute doensang of his, who is in the same dance group as him. A cute doensang who is exactly Taehyung's type, as Jimin always reminded him. He had been planning to introduce them for a while, but never actually got the chance until now.
“Hi, Jimin hyung.” Jungkook said, trying to catch his breath.
His forehead was sweaty as he brushed the hair off his face, smiling.
“Jungkook-ah.” Jimin said, as a greeting. Then, he turned to Taehyung, who tried not to look too much at Jungkook, awkward and shy “This is my best friend, Taehyung. I've told you about him before.” he reminded him, smirking.
Jungkook's eyes met his own, scanning him with a smile “Yeah.” he breathed, and the sound of his voice was as soft as velvet when he said “It's nice to finally meet you, hyung.”
Taehyung nodded, clearing his throat “You too.” he said, relaxing as Jungkook smiled, boyish and sweet. There was something about him that was calming, but also made Taehyung a bit nervous “Jimin is always talking about you.” he finally got the courage to add, jokingly.
Jungkook smirked, proudly “He does, doesn't he?” he asked him, voice low “Bet he has a crush on me or something.”
Taehyung remembers raising his eyebrows, surprised at the bold tone. Jimin always used to tell him Jungkook was kind of shy, but he doesn't seem like the type. He seems like a confident guy, so sure of himself, but not sure enough to be cocky. Taehyung finds it a little charming, actually.
“You wish I did, you menace.” Jimin answered, rolling his eyes “Keep dreaming about me, sweetie.”
“No I don't.” Jungkook said, wrinkling his nose “Sorry, hyung. My feelings for you are strictly platonic.” he told him, shaking his head.
Taehyung giggled as Jimin and Jungkook kept arguing, both too proud to let it be.
He had taken his time to study Jungkook, from his brown fluffy hair to his cute bunny teeth, all the way through his broad shoulders and sharp jaw.
He knew Jungkook was a freshman, and he looked young and fresh, with a pretty smile and nice build. He really was Taehyung's type.
Physically, at least. Jimin told him he likes working out, and Taehyung kinda has a thing for muscular guys. Muscular guys with a pretty face, just like Jungkook.
But the truth is, Taehyung's never been too great at love. At dating. He always ends up picking the assholes. It's like he can run from them. And Jungkook, even with his surprising confidence and his teasing tone, doesn't seem to be an asshole.
Taehyung knows this, because he has heard Jimin talk about how polite, sweet and humble he actually is. Even if his grades are as impressive as his basketball career, and he is one of the best dancers at school too. Taehyung can't even begin to figure out how he can combine it all. According to Jimin, he is great at everything he does. And by everything, Jimin made it very clear for Taehyung that he meant everything. Not that he needed that information, though.
He doesn't, because Jungkook is Jimin's doensang, too young and off limits for him. No matter how cute and big he is, Taehyung can also sense his game. He 's heard stories.
Jungkook's popular on campus. And he likes fooling around sometimes. Not that Taehyung has a problem with that. He's just not the type for casual hookups. He likes stability. Commitment.
So, Jeon Jungkook won't be anything more than Jimin's friend for him. No matter how handsome he is.
“Jungkook, you idiot! Are you coming back or what? I could use a little help back here!” a short, lanky guy with dark hair and a deadly glare had shouted, taking Jungkook's attention from them.
“Coming, hyung!” he yelled back, before turning back to face them, an apologetic smile in his lips “Sorry, I have to go back.” he said, and his eyes met Taehyung's as he spoke.
“Go, go.” Jimin replied, clapping his hands “We'll watch how they beat your ass from here. Right, Tae?” he told him.
Jungkook raised his eyebrows, as Taehyung shot Jimin a glare.
“Don't be mean.” he scolded him, as Jungkook smirked. Taehyung had gotten brave enough to look back at him, smiling “I'm sure you'll do great, Jungkook-ah.” he said, polite and sweet.
Jungkook licked his lips, big brown eyes meeting his own with a satisfied grin “Thanks, hyung.” he smiled “I'll try my best to win. Just for you.” he told him, and Taehyung couldn't believe it when his cheeks went pink, making Jungkook smirk as he gave him one last look, before running off to the field again.
Taehyung watched him as he got back to the game, taking another sip of his coffee as he tried to make his body temperature go back to normal.
How on earth had Jungkook managed to make him blush with something so simple? Jimin was right: he was as charming as a prince. There was something magnetic about him. He was so naturally, effortlessly attractive.
“Cute, isn't he?” Jimin had asked him, a playful smile on his lips.
“I suppose.” Taehyung answered, shrugging. He tried to play it cool as he avoided looking at Jungkook, fast and determined as he ran through the field.
Jimin gave him a look “Knew you'd like him.” he said, nodding “He kisses both girls and boys, just so you know.” he added, winking at him "He likes the pretty ones like you.”
Taehyung tensed, feeling himself getting dizzy at the thought of Jungkook, voice low and breathy like before, calling him pretty right in his ear, as his hands run through his sides, rough and steady.
He thought about his body, nice and firm, pressed against his own. He fantasised about running his fingers through his hair, brushing it off his eyes just the way Jungkook was doing at that exact moment, as he panted and started running off again.
“He likes one-night stands.” Taehyung mumbled, as much as a reminder for him as for Jimin.
“He likes fooling around.” Jimin corrected him “But he can also be kind of a romantic, you know?” he told him, as Jungkook scored the winning point, smiling brightly as his eyes met Taehyung's, proud and soft.
Taehyung smiled back, cheering. And Jimin laughed, rolling his eyes.
“Thought you didn't like him.” he said, eyebrows raised.
“I'm just being friendly.” Taehyung replied, eyes still on Jungkook.
“So that's what you kids call it these days…” Jimin joked.
Taehyung didn't bother replying. He knew Jimin wouldn't drop it, even if he stays true to his word.
It doesn't matter how good Jungkook looked while playing basketball, or how alluring his smile was.
It didn't, because Taehyung didn't see him for two weeks after that, and they didn't even talk.
Taehyung was sitting on the grass, sketching, as Jungkook walked by in the distance, with two of his friends.
He barely looked up in time to see Jungkook waving at him, cute bunny smile on his lips.
Taehyung looked at the way the black t-shirt he wore clinged to his chest, making him flush. He waved back and, just like that, Jungkook was gone again.
After that, they don't meet again until he sees him across the street, while Taehyung is grabbing coffee with Seojoon, a guy he met at one of his classes, and who he was currently going on dates with.
Jungkook looked at the way Seojoon's arm was thrown around his shoulders, and gave him a smile that didn't meet his eyes as a greeting.
Taehyung waved at him politely, but Jungkook disappeared down the street just a second later.
This time, two and a half months after meeting for the first time, Taehyung finds Jungkook in the middle of a crowd, after one of the most disastrous nights of his life.
He got to this party that Seojoon, who is kind of his non-official boyfriend to this point, told him about. Taehyung is not the type for parties. He has gone to a few, of course, but it is not his crowd at all. He prefers more quiet places. And even though he does, he still dressed up and did his make up, because Seojoon wanted him there.
At least, Taehyung thought he did. But now, he is surrounded by drunk people who shout too much, and he just saw Seojoon kissing some random girl on a couch, so he just kind of wants to slap the shit out of him and go home.
He isn't even sad. Hurt. He is just angry. Angry, because he can never find a sweet, nice guy who actually wants to be with him. He just keeps getting hurt and used over and over again, as if he wasn't really worthy of being loved.
Humiliated tears burn his eyes as he tries to get away from the crowd. He can believe he has been wasting so much time on a guy who can't even tell him he doesn't want a relationship with him after a fucking month of going on dates.
He gets pushed around throughout the living room as he tries to get the hell out of this place. God, he really fucking hates house parties.
Tears blur his vision, and he yelps when a drunk guy pushes him, almost making him fall on his face if it weren't for a pair of arms holding him.
“Shit. Are you okay?” a familiar voice asks, as Taehyung gets back on his feet “Taehyung? Hyung, is that you?”
Taehyung wipes his tears as fast as he can, forcing a smile as he looks up “Jungkook. Hi.” he says “Sorry for… Crushing you.” he apologises, awkwardly.
Jimin has told him enough about Jungkook to know that the most probable reaction right now is for him to joke about how fragile Taehyung is next to him.
Crush me, pretty? You are as light as a feather!
Instead, Jungkook frowns “Hyung… Are you crying?” he asks, soft and worried. Taehyung's cheeks burn with embarrassment “Did something happen? Do you need me to call Jimin hyung?”
Taehyung shakes his head “No.” he says, a little louder than he intended “It's… I'm fine. I just need to get out of here.” he says, feeling the tears back in his eyes.
Jungkook immediately wraps his hands around his shoulders, protectively “Come on. I'll get you somewhere quieter.” he tells him, voice soft.
Taehyung doesn't object as Jungkook drags him to the backyard, quietly absorbing his tears. He feels so pathetic right now. Sobbing over a guy he didn't even like that much and making Jungkook, who he isn't even friends with, take care of him as if he were a lost child.
“Here. Let's get you some air.” Jungkook says, as he helps Taehyung to sit on a plastic chair. He grabs one for himself too, sitting across him and looking at him with soft eyes.
“Thanks.” Taehyung mumbles, wiping his tears, embarrassed.
Jungkook grabs a pack of tissues from his pocket, handing it to him “No problem.” he tells him, and Taehyung tries to mess up his make up the least he can as he cleans his face, brushing the tears away.
He probably looks like a mess right now, eyes puffy and nose red, and he suddenly feels very embarrassed about having Jungkook, objectively the hottest guy he has ever met, watching him as he sniffles.
“God, sorry…” he mumbles, cheeks pink “I totally ruined your night. You should…You should go back. I'm fine, really.” he assures, nodding.
Jungkook doesn't get up. Instead, he starts taking off his jacket and he puts it around Taehyung's shoulders. He hadn't even registered the fact that he was shivering until now.
He takes a moment to look at Jungkook, with his eyebrows knit and his eyes soft. His brown hair is blown by the wind, and it looks extra fluffy. He is wearing a green button up and black jeans, and he looks so effortlessly attractive that Taehyung might start crying again.
“I'm not going anywhere, hyung.” Jungkook tells him, shaking his head “I won't leave you like this.” he says, soft “Do you wanna talk about it?” he tries, carefully.
Taehyung sights “It's dumb.” he says, suddenly too embarrassed.
“It made you cry. It's not dumb.” Jungkook replies “You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I'll just… Keep you company. Or drive you home if you want that.” he offers “But I will also listen if you want to talk. No judgments made.” he promises, with a soft smile.
Taehyung's heart flutters. Jungkook is just… So easy to like. So gentle, but so firm. He feels safe with his leather jacket around his shoulders, even if his cologne makes him dizzy.
“Seojoon kind of… Dumped me? He also cheated, I guess.” Taehyung mumbles. Jungkook's eyebrows shot right up, so he adds “I mean… He wasn't actually my boyfriend. He just went on a few dates but… I don't know. I guess I'm just… tired of guys feeling like they have the right to use me and dump me whenever they like.”
He wipes a single tear off his face, furious. God, Jungkook must really think he is pathetic now. If he didn't scare him off before, he certainly has now.
“That guy is a fucking idiot, Jesus.” Jungkook growls instead “How can he… Who on earth would let go of someone like you?”
Taehyung feels his cheeks burn and his heart speeds up. Okay, maybe, he has a little bit of a crush on Jungkook. Could someone blame him? He is just a little too perfect for his poor sake.
“Someone… Like me?” he trails off.
Jungkook nods, confident “Yeah. Cute, funny, smart. As incredible as someone can be.” he tells him, brown eyes meeting his own.
Taehyung feels his own hands shake, nervous and flattered “You… Think I'm cute?” he asks, a joking smile on his lips.
Jungkook seems to be taken back by his question, chuckling and shrugging. There is a soft pink on his cheeks that makes Taehyung sight, too adorable for his own good.
“Yeah. ‘Course I do.” Jungkook tells him “I… I always have. Even before we met. Jimin used to show me pictures of you two. You were always smiling.” he says, softly.
Taehyung can't help but smile as an answer, blushing.
He likes the pretty ones like you.
Knowing that Jungkook thinks he is cute makes him feel like a dumb teenager who just got told by his first crush that he likes him back.
Except for the part where he isn't a teenager. And Jungkook doesn't like him. The part about having a crush on him might be true, though.
“See? Your smile is beautiful.” Jungkook points out, smiling too “You are gorgeous.” he breathes out, making Taehyung shiver.
“Stop.” Taehyung groans, embarrassed “I'm not…”
“You are.” Jungkook replies, firmly “You are handsome, adorable, and Jimin told me about how well you do in school. About how talented you are.” his knees touch when Jungkook lingers forward “You are amazing. And that guy doesn't deserve any of your tears.”
“You are too nice, you know?” Taehyung whispers “I'm starting to think I should have gone for you instead.” he breathes out in a moment of bravery, half joking.
Compliments make him weak. And Jungkook smells too good, and he ditched his friends without a second thought just because he saw Taehyung crying, and he really, really wants to kiss him right now.
Screw Seojoon, screw serious relationships and screw overthiking. Jungkook looks so good in that green shirt for Taehyung to control himself.
“Yeah. You should do that.” Jungkook breathes out with a smirk.
Taehyung bites his own cheek, too nervous. Is… Are Jungkook and him flirting? He's never been great at this type of thing.
“Well, Jimin is always saying you are a total catch.” he jokes, a flirty smile on his lips “Are you, Jungkook-ah?”
Jungkook lunges forward a bit, eyes bright “Hell, yes. Totally.” he nods, making him giggle. His voice is low and urgent when he adds “Wanna catch me, pretty?” he asks, with a hand on his knee.
Taehyung lets out a breathy whine, almost mortified. The nickname makes him too easy under Jungkook's spell.
“Yeah.” he mumbles, too close “Want that. Want you.” he finally tells him, face red “Please.”
“Fuck.” Jungkook groans “You are too cute. I… Can I kiss you? Please?” he asks, as if Taehyung could do anything but nod effusively, too impatient.
“Please…” he breathes again.
Jungkook grabs his jaw, firm and steady, just like Taehyung dreamed he would be.
“No need to beg, hyung. For now, at least.” Jungkook says against his lips “I got you, babe.”
Jungkook's lips are incredibly soft, and his mouth is hot where it's pressed to his own, making his knees weak with the way he breathes into his mouth. He kissed just the way Taehyung thought he would: sweet, confident and a bit messy.
He grabs a handful of his button up, clinging onto the fabric as his other hand goes to his nape, bringing him impossibly closer.
“Fuck.” Jungkook groans, between kisses “How can anybody keep their hands off of you?” he asks, rhetorically.
Taehyung whines, chasing his lips “As long as you don’t…” he trails off, looking at him through his long eyelashes.
Jungkook's hand goes from his knee all the way up to his upper thigh, squeezing.
“God, hyung. You are driving me crazy, you know?” Jungkook breathes onto his neck, making him shiver.
The sound of the music still blasting inside the house, the drunken laughs and the cold breeze remind him of where he is. Sitting on a shirty plastic chair and making out with a nineteen year old with huge arms and a nice mouth. Definitely not how we thought his Friday night would go. Not that he is complaining, though.
He takes a look at him when Jungkook brushes their noses, sweet and a little shy, and he clenches to his shirt, too affected by his strong hold and red lips.
“Want you so bad. Jungkook, please…” he begs, and he doesn't even really know what he is asking for. He just wants whatever Jungkook can give him.
“Shh… Easy, pretty.” Jungkook whispers, gently “Should I get us both out of here?” he asks, eyebrows raised as he looks into Taehyung's eyes, impatient and hopeful with his answer.
“Yeah. Please. Take me to your place, Jungkook-ah.” Taehyung asks “I'll be good. I promise.”
Jungkook kisses his cheek, making him melt “I know you will, hyung.” he tells him “Wanna be good for you too. Make you forget about him.” he growls, making Taehyung whine.
“Yeah. Fuck. I want… Please.” he can barely say.
He doesn't even need to forget about Seojoon. With Jungkook's lips on his own, touching him with big hands and making him blush under his tongue, he is long forgotten. He doesn't even come close to Jungkook, who gets him in his car and takes his sweet time kissing him until Taehyung melts with the passengers seat, too eager and affected by his touch.
What he wouldn't give to be sitting on Jungkook's thighs right now… All muscular and huge, firm where Taehyung would be straddling him, hips meeting his own and making him weak.
He moans at the thought, right into Jungkook's mouth, where his tongue explores him with no shame, hot and messy.
Everything is too much, and it hasn't even really started. Taehyung feels himself getting hard against his jeans, legs pressed together as Jungkook slides a hand between his thighs.
“Gonna treat you real nice, hyung.” Jungkook says “Make you feel so good when you cry for my cock.”
Taehyung moans again, loudly “Yeah. Fuck, please… Jungkook, please…” he whines, too loud and high pitched.
Jungkook smiles fondly, too proud of himself “You are so fucking cute.” he tells him “Need you on my bed now, come on.” he says, and gives him one last peck before he starts the enginne, driving them off that shirty party, back to his dorm.
There is a single bed in his room, so Taehyung assumes he doesn't share like most people do.
Which, given the case, is extremely convenient for him. He doesn't want to get cockblocked by an annoying roommate. Especially not when it's Jungkook's cock we are talking about here.
“You rich or something? How did you get a single bedroom?” Taehyung giggles.
“Got lucky. My parents didn't mind the extra charge.” Jungkook simply answers “Come here.” he says, after he closes the door “Wanna kiss you.” he mumbles against his lips.
He takes him by the hips and presses him to his desk, lips over his own in a deep kiss. Taehyung breathes heavily, as Jungkook takes his time, kissing him slow and sweet this time.
“You sure about this?” he asks, cheeks pink “Maybe we should… Wait? Take you on a date first.” he says, almost shy “In case you'd like that, of course. We can just…Fool around for a bit if you want. But I really do like you, though.” he tells him, all his confidence sliding down.
Taehyung smiles brightly, hands around his neck “You… Really?” he asks, nervous “You are too sweet, you know? Wanna date you too, Jungkookie.” he says, voice low when he adds “But I also want you to fuck me.” he whispers playfully, right onto his ear ”Now. Please. Dates can wait until after. Need you so badly, please.”
Jungkook presses his hips onto his, hands on his butt “Fuck, yeah. Whatever you want, pretty. I'll give it to you.” he nods, breathing against his mouth.
Jungkook slides his own jacket off Taehyung’s shoulders, as he traces the lines of his firm chest through his shirt, all the way to his abdomen.
“Like what you see, babe?” Jungkook asks, cocky.
Taehyung kisses him on the jaw “Hmm… Would like it better without the shirt.” he says, starting to undo his buttons.
When the shirt comes off, Taehyung fells his mouth water at the sight of broad shoulders, firm chest and toned abs.
“Fuck.” he whispers, whining “You are so hot. Kook, please…” he begs, as Jungkook slides one of his knees between Taehyung’s thighs, right against his bulge.
“Like my muscles, pretty?” Jungkook smirks on his neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin.
Taehyung nods eagerly, moaning as he slides his hands though Jungkook’s naked back “Yeah… Want… Want you to ruin me… Want…” he breathes out, impatient.
Jungkook plays with the hem of Taehyung's shirt, taking it off with an easy movement “Want me to fuck you ‘till you can’t think about anything but my cock, Taehyung-ah?” he asks, voice low.
Taehyung moans at the thought, too desperate. Jungkook’s perfect body against his own, with his soft lips and his dirty tongue are way too much for him.
“Yes, yes. Want your cock, hyungie. Please.” he whines, and immediately cringes when the words come out, checks burning and knees weak.
Okay, great. He just called Jungkook, who is two full years younger than him, hyungie. While begging for him to fuck him. Absolutely amazing.
If Jungkook really did want to date him before, he most certainly doesn't now, after Taehyung made a fool of himself for the thousandth time tonight.
Jungkook’s thigh presses harder against his crotch, as Taehyung clings to his shoulders, too embarrassed to look at him.
“Fuck. Yeah, babe.” Jungkook breathes against his ear “Hyungie will take care of you real nice, okay? Will fuck you good.” he says, and Taehyung lets out a whine at his words, nodding.
Jungkook kisses him on the lips, sweet and deep, as if to ease his worries, and carries him to the bed in between his arms, too strong for Taehyung not to cling to his biceps, moaning.
“Sorry for being weird.” Taehyung tells him before he can stop himself, half naked on Jungkook’s bed.
He furrows his eyebrows, pecking him on the lips “Stop. You are fine, Tae.” he says “Besides, I don’t think you are weird. You are adorable, actually.” he says, and starts kissing his neck, all the way down to his chest “Calling me hyungie, wanting to be carried, begging for my cock… You are too cute, you know?” he looks up at him with dark eyes and ruffled hair, as he takes one of Taehyung’s nipples into his mouth “And too fucking sexy. Can’t stop thinking about how good you’re going to look while I fuck you, nice and deep. Like you too much, pretty.”
Taehyung moans again, partially because of his words and the sensation of his mouth, sucking and biting his skin, making him shiver.
“Like… Like you too, hyungie.” he manages to get out, a little shy.
Jungkook smiles and kisses him again, before he starts to unbutton his jeans.
“Can I take these off, pretty?” he asks, as if he didn't know the answer.
Taehyung nods, eyes closed as Jungkook slides the fabric down his hips, gasping when he cups him through his boxers.
“Fuck. Your legs are so pretty.” Jungkook says, as he runs a hand through his inner thigh “Want them around my shoulders as I split you open.”
Taehyung cries, buckling his hips against the bed, too impatient.
“Yes, yes. Want that too. Please, hyung…” he breathes out, as he starts to fight with Jungkook's belt buckle.
Jungkook giggles, face flushed and sweaty “Easy there. I'll do it, okay?” he tells him, and Taehyung watches as he takes off his jeans, muscular thighs on display and the outline of his dick visible where it hides under his boxers.
He takes a look at Jungkook, hovering over him, all hot skin and firm muscles that twitch where Taehyung touches him, too sensitive.
“Ticklish, aren't we?” Taehyung giggles, pinching his nipple as he kisses him.
Jungkook, on top of him, drops his head to Taehyung's shoulder, laughing.
“Yeah. Kinda.” he says, breathless “Sorry.”
Taehyung buries a hand into his hair with a little moan when their hips meet, too urgent.
“Don't… Ah… That's fine.” he tells him, pecking him on the lips.
Jungkook plays with the hem of his boxers, sliding them through his hips, all the way down to his legs.
Taehyung fights the urge to hide as Jungkook takes his time to look at the expense of honey skin, all long legs and a tiny waist he can take his hands off, tracing the lines of his body.
“God, you're… Fuck, Tae.” he mumbles, kissing him all the way down to his belly bottom “How the hell did I get this lucky?” he says, making Taehyung blush and giggle, embarrassed.
“It's not… I'm not that impressive, you know?” Taehyung forces out, as Jungkook bites the skin of his inner thighs, ignoring his neglected dick.
It 's true. He doesn't pay that much attention to his body. Not the way other guys do. He never eats enough, and he doesn't take the time to work out. He does shave, though. He likes feeling soft and pretty. Jungkook, apparently, likes that too.
“You are. You… God, Tae. Can't stop thinking about you, you know? Didn't think I'd actually get to touch you, though.” Jungkook confesses.
“Why… Why not? You're… You could have anybody you wanted.” Taehyung answers, as he feels Jungkook's dick pressing to his thigh.
“Just wanted you. Since the start, Tae. But Jimin said… Told me you thought I was a player. And then I saw you with that other guy and… Figured you just didn't like me.” Jungkook tells him, as Taehyung brushes the bangs off his soft face, jaw sharp and eyes bright.
“I don't… I thought you were so cute. And hot. Wanted you to… God, Jungkook-ah…” Taehyung groans, overwhelmed “Just fuck me, yeah? I'll tell you all the embarrassing details once you make me cum, okay? Need your cock now.” he pleads.
Jungkook laughs, soft and genuine, kissing Taehyung's cheek “Okay, babe. Hyung's got you, yeah?” he says, climbing off the bed on his way to the nightstand, opening the second drawer.
Taehyung, naked and exposed, takes a look around the room, eyes finding a corner full of bunny figurines and plushies that make him smile.
“You like bunnies, Jungkookie-ah?” he asks, when Jungkook gets back to the bed, with a bottle of strawberry lube and a condom in his hands.
Jungkook blushes hard, suddenly too shy and nervous as he remembers that embarrassing spot in his room that most definitely makes him look like a childish idiot in Taehyung's eyes.
“I… My friends always say I look like one. My parents too. It's because of my teeth.” he tries to explain, too nervous “They keep gifting me everything that has a bunny on it.”
Taehyung gets up on the bed, knees against the mattress as he looks at him, all flushed and shy, his previous confidence brushing off.
“That 's adorable. You do look like one. A big, buff, bunny.” he giggles, hands around this neck, kissing him deep. Jungkook's hands are on his ass, making him moan “Wanna suck you off, hyungie. Need your cock in my mouth, please." he says, urgently.
Jungkook looks a little surprised when he nods, eyes big and laboured breath “Yeah? ‘Course, babe. All yours. Think you can take me, pretty? Think you can fit hyung's cock in your pretty mouth?” he teases, and Taehyung nods so eagerly that his forehead bumps against Jungkook’s, making him giggle “So cute… So eager for my dick.”
Taehyung watches as Jungkook slides his boxers off, almost whining at the sight of his hard dick pressing against his stomach, flushed pink.
Apart from all the dirty thoughts running through his mind right now, he also admires the way Jungkook's body looks under the yellow lights of his room, pale skin and firm build. All masculine and hard.
“Fuck, you look…” he starts to say “Could I draw you sometime?” he asks, too lost in the way Jungkook's hands feel against his skin.
Jungkook smiles, a little confused as his cheeks flush “Yeah, ‘course. Anything you'd like, Tae. As long as it's a date, of course.” he answers, brushing a strand of hair off his eyes.
“Deal.” Taehyung replies, smiling “Now, sit. Wanna taste you.”
Jungkook chuckles, sitting on the bed “You are a little impatient, you know that? So needy for me… Want it that much?” he asks him, as Taehyung kneels in between his legs, cheek against his inner tight.
“Hmm… Yes, hyungie. Want it so bad.” he tells him, as he takes him into his mouth.
“Fuck, Tae.” Jungkook breathes, a hand on his hair while the other clenches the sheets “So good, fuck…”
Taehyung goes as deep as he can, jaw flexing as he struggles to take him. He wants to be good. The best Jungkook's ever had. He wants Jungkook to fuck him, hard and deep as he keeps working that dirty mouth of his.
“Fuck, wish you could see yourself… Taking hyung's dick so well. A little cockslut, aren't you?”
Jungkook buckles his hips against his mouth, and Taehyung chokes, tears down his cheeks as he nods.
“Shit, Tae.” Jungkook curses, massaging Taehyung's scalp with one hand “Gonna cum, fuck. Come here.” he tells him breathless, taking him by his armpits and forcing him back on the bed.
Taehyung moans when Jungkook kisses him again, throat hurting as he tries to catch his breath.
“Hyungie… Please…” he begs, full on sobbing now.
Jungkook is right: he is needy. His dick hurts, and he is way too fucking horny right now. Jungkook looks too sexy, and his touch is enough to make Taehyung crazy, crying and moaning when Jungkook whispers into his ear.
“Shh… I got you, I got you.” he tells him, sweetly “Lay on the bed, will you? I'm gonna prep you for me, okay?”
Taehyung nods quickly, crawling onto the bed and laying on his stomach, his cheek on the pillow as he looks at Jungkook through his eyelashes, rubbing his hips against the sheets to get some release.
“Shit, babe.” Jungkook mumbles, as he kisses his back, all the way down to the curve of his ass “How the hell do you keep getting sexier?” he asks, making him giggle “Cute ass like this… Wanna ruin you.”
“Please, do. Need you now, please.” Taehyung cries as a reply.
Jungkook doesn’t make him wait anymore. He lubs up his fingers and teases one against Taehyung’s rim, making him moan when he feels it inside, rolling his hips against it.
“Fuck, yes…” he whispers, trying to catch his breath.
“Shit, Tae. You are so fucking tight.” Jungkook replies, thrusting his finger again “Am I hurting you, pretty?” he asks, voice soft.
Taehyung shakes his head, face into the pillow “M’okay.” he sobs “It’s been a while…” he says, as Jungkook scissors him open when he adds another finger.
“Yeah? How long?” Jungkook aks “How long since anyone fucked you, babe?” he sounds a little jealous when he adds, making Taehyung blush a little.
“A year and a half, I think…” Taehyung manages to say “My… My last boyfriend. Fucked me and dumped me right after… Said I was too boring for more than that. Haven’t slept with anyone since.” he tells him, and Jungkook easies the rhythm a bit, eyebrows knit with worry.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. That’s… Messed up.” he says, and Taehyung nods “That’s why… Why you didn’t wanna get involved with me? Thought I’d do the same?” he sounds a little insecure and vulnerable when he asks.
Taehyung looks at him from the pillow, smiling sweetly as big doe eyes look into his own, too soft and worried for him to doubt.
“I trust you. Know you won’t do that. You’ve been such a gentleman. Too good for doing something like that.” he reassures him, and Jungkook relaxes a little “Want you to fuck me good and date the shit out of me after. You’d do that, bunny boy?” he asks, seductively.
Jungkook lays down and kisses him, not minding the awkward position “Yeah. I will.” he tells him, and sounds so sure when he adds “Would do anything you asked.”
Taehyung shivers at the thought, as Jungkook adds another finger and takes his time, splitting him open as he thrusts against his prostate, making him squirm under him.
“Hyungie… Kook, please… I… Fuck…” he cries, hot tears down his cheeks as he tries to catch his breath.
“Fuck. Look so pretty like this, Tae. All fucked out by my fingers.” Jungkook groans, smirking when Taehyung moans at his words “You like that, don’t you? Like it when I call you pretty? Like being pretty for hyung?” he teases.
Taehyung suddenly feels his climax too close, crying and babbling when he says “Yes, yes! Fuck… Wanna be pretty for you, hyungie… Fuck, fuck! I’m…”
He cums onto the sheets as he sobs, shivering as Jungkook keeps fucking his fingers into him through his climax, whispering sweet words into his ear.
“Shh… Shh… That’s it, baby. Let go for hyung. Fuck, so good. So cute, cumming all over yourself just with my fingers…”
Taehyung sobs as he tries to hold onto him, too vulnerable and sensitive, Jungkook gets him to roll onto his back, hugging him to his chest as he keeps caressing him, caught in between his arms.
“You okay, baby? Want me to get you some water?” he asks, and Taehyung shakes his head, face buried into his chest.
“Just need a minute.” he says, voice raw “Came so hard, hyung.”
Jungkook giggles softly “Yeah, I saw that.” he tells him, and Taehyung feels himself blush at the thought of what happened. Of Jungkook watching him as he fell apart, taking in the sight “So fucking sexy. This is the best night of my life, really.”
Taehyung laughs, looking up at him “Yeah? It’s about to get better.” he tells him, licking his lips “Still want you to fuck me, hyungie.” he says, looking too innocent for his words.
Jungkook’s throat goes dry, blinking in surprise “Yeah… Fuck, I mean… Sure, yes. I…” he trails off, and immediately cringes “Sorry. I don’t know what got into me. I’m acting like a damn virgin right now.” he laughs it off, as Taehyung moves a hand through his chest, all the way down to his dick, and takes him into his hand “Fuck.” Jungkook breathes out.
Moments like this, where Jungkook’s confidence slips off, are what remind him that this is just a sweet and cute guy who also happens to have a big body and an equally big dick. And he is funny, and caring and Taehyung finds it too endearing that he just made him cum harder than anyone ever has with only his fingers, but yet can still get shy when Taehyung asks for him to fuck him for real.
He feels too comfortable between his arms, smiling widely into his lips as Jungkook gets on top of him, sliding between his legs as he looks at him with those bright eyes of his that make Taehyung’s heart flutter.
Fuck, he really wants to date him after this. Wants his body pressed onto his for the rest of his fucking ridiculous life.
Jungkook gets the condom on and lubes himself up, fingering Taehyung a little bit more to make sure he won't hurt him, making him complain as he wants him inside now. He is too tired of waiting. Too desperate for Jungkook to keep teasing him.
He doesn’t, though. He presses into him as Taehyung wraps his legs around Jungkook’s slim waist, holding onto his shoulders as he cries out, too full.
“Shit, Jungkook…” he forces out, whole body on fire.
“Fuck, pretty. You’re so tight. Gonna cum before I get to fuck you.” Jungkook hisses, eyebrows knit and jaw sharp.
His whole body is drenched in sweat as he tries his best not to move, giving Taehyung time to adjust as he feels twitch on his stomach, painfully hard.
“Please, please… Hyungie… I’m ready, please…” Taehyung cries, looking at Jungkook through his tears, completely fucked out.
“Shit, yeah.” Jungkook breathes, thrusting into him and making him scream “Gonna take my cock like a good boy, Taehyung-ah?” he asks, breath hot against his neck.
“Yes! Will do, please…” Taehyung sobs, as Jungkook holds him by the hips and fucks him deep, taking his breath with every thrust, feeling too big inside him.
“God, look at you. So perfect, baby. It’s like you were made for my dick. Made to be fucked by hyung.”
He sees stars everytime Jungkook hits his prostate, too good. He’s never been fucked like this. Never been treated so rough, but so gentle. Never had a guy like Jungkook.
“Yes, yes! Just for you, hyungie. Only want your cock. Please…” he nods, too lost in the pleasure to even register his words “Need you to fuck me harder. Please, hyung. I can take it.”
“Shit, Tae. You are gonna be the death of me.” Jungkook chuckles, and kisses him before he takes Taehyung’s legs up to his shoulders, sliding into him again “Fuck, that’s it…” he breathes, as he splits him open, deeper than before.
Taehyung clings to the sheets, face buried into the pillow as he sobs “Oh, God. Shit, hyung… You… Fuck, do it faster. Fuck me good, Kook-ah…” he cries, eyes shut.
Jungkook speeds up, smirking “Enjoying yourself, pretty? Looking so sexy while I fuck you open.” he purs, hands on his hips as he slams into him “Does it feel good, baby? Tell me how good I fuck you.”
Taehyung cries out again, back arching while his legs hurt, stretched out into Jungkook’s shoulders “Yes, yes, yes!” he pants “So good, hyungie. Love it when you fuck me. Please… Love it so much…” he cries out.
Jungkook groans, satisfied, as he keeps fucking him. Taehyung feels himself close again, too tired and needy. He tries to get a hand to his dick, in an attempt to get any type of release. But Jungkook doesn’t like the idea, as he pins his wrists into the bed with one hand, making him moan at the sudden display of strength.
“Good boys don’t do that, pretty.” he growls “You wanna cum?” he mocks him, as Taehyung nods, sobbing “Then you’ll cum, just like this. Think you can do that? Be good for hyungie? Cum without touching yourself?” he asks, fucking him deep.
Taehyung’s tears won't stop, running through his cheeks as he nods, trying to find his words “Yes… Yes, hyung… Want… Wanna come on your cock…” he forces out “Wanna be good for hyungie…”
Jungkook kisses his nose “Yeah. You are, baby. So good for hyung. Taking me so well…” he tells him, voice sweet.
“Hyung, hyung…. Please…” Taehyung pants, holding onto Jungkook’s arm as he feels the orgasm approaching, too sensitive “I’m…” he tries to say, too overwhelmed.
“That’s it, babe. Do it. Come for hyung like a good boy. So pretty when you come…”
Taehyung screams his name one last time, and his vision, blurry with tears, goes blank when he cums all over himself, while Jungkook keeps fucking him throughout his climax.
“Shit. Fuck, Tae.” Jungkook moans, when Taehyung clenches around him, making him cum inside him, releasing himself into the condom with a heavy moan.
Taehyung doesn’t move, or speak when Jungkook collapses on top of him, too weak while his soul comes back to his body. His legs hurt, he is drenched in sweat and cum an his ass hurts due to the overstimulation, as Jungkook is still inside of him.
But Taehyung doesn’t complain. Not even if Jungkook’s bodyweight is too much, and he feels like he can't breathe. It doesn’t matter, because his heart is too warm inside his chest, and sex has never been a great experience for him, but Jungkook just managed to change that in one night.
“Shit, sorry. I’m totally crushing you.” Jungkook chuckles embarrassed, when he comes back into his full senses. He rolls to his side, cheeks pink and hair ruffled where Taehyung clung onto it “You okay? Did I hurt you? Need water?” he rushes to ask, a bit nervous “Let me clean you up.” he says, but Taehyung hold onto his arm when he tries to get up from the bed.
Although he is happy, and he trusts Jungkook, he is also feeling a little vulnerable right now.
Aftercare has always been a need for him, even if he never got a proper one from previous guys.
“I'm fine.” he tells Jungkook, a little shy “Can you just… Cuddle me for a bit? Sorry, I'm kinda like a big baby.” he chuckles, embarrassed.
Jungkook nods, taking him into his arms without a doubt “Fuck, of course. Come here, babe.” he tells him, strong arms around him as he kisses the top of his head “You truly are such a cutie, fuck. Wanna spoil you and treat you real nice.” he nods, making Taehyung giggle a little, face buried into Jungkook's chest.
“I'd like that.” he says, shyly “You… Still wanna date me?” he asks, a bit unsure.
Even if Jungkook is like the nicest and sweetest guy Taehyung's ever been with, he is still a little scared. Especially now that they've already slept together. Maybe he should have listened to Jungkook. Go on a date first. What if… If he is not interesting to him anymore?
“Course I do. Why wouldn't I?” Jungkook asks, a little confused. Then, when he gets why he is doubting so much, he makes Taehyung get out of where he is hiding, facing him “Taehyung, I've had a crush on you since before I even met you. I wanna hold you, kiss you, go on dates with you, get you to meet my friends and treat you like the prince you are. I wanna date the shit out of you, Kim Taehyung.” he tells him, sincerely “Sex is just a bonus. A nice one, of course.” he jokes, smirk on his face.
Taehyung blushes, hitting him on the arm “Jimin's right. You are a menace.” he tells him, eyebrows knit as Jungkook giggles “But I do wanna date the shit out of you too, bunny boy.” he says, smile on his lips as he looks into his eyes.
“No more hyungie?” Jungkook teases, pouting.
Taehyung, face red and eyes wide, rolls onto his side, away from Jungkook “Asshole!” he yelps, falsely angry.
Jungkook spoons him, grinning against his nape “Just kidding, babe.” he tells him, as Taehyung melts into his touch “Found it so cute. And hot. Everything about you is so cute and hot. Sexiest guy I've met.” he says, voice low and sweet.
“You're such a talker, aren't you?” Taehyung asks, rolling on the bed again so he faces Jungkook.
“Thought you liked it. Kept moaning real sweet. Falling apart with just my tongue.” he answers, confident.
Taehyung groans, as Jungkook giggles “God, what did I just get myself into?” he asks “You are so…”
“Charming? Sexy? Amazing? Incredibly hot?” Jungkook tries to finish for him.
“Shameless.” Taehyung corrects him “Absolutely fucking shameless. I'm your hyung, remember? You should respect me.” he frowns.
Jungkook smiles widely “God, baby. You make it so easy for me to tease you, you know? I can make you blush real fast.” he says, chuckling.
“Shut up.” Taehyung groans, face buried against his neck as Jungkook holds him close, hugging him to his chest.
“Like you so much. Come here.” Jungkook whispers, and Taehyung smiles into his hot skin “Let me clean you up now, yeah? Stay the night, and we can spend the day together tomorrow in case you don't have any other plans. And if you want to, of course.” he offers, and he sounds so nervous that Taehyung smiles widely, lifting his face and pecking him on the lips.
“I'd love to.” he says, nodding.
Jungkook grins, happily “Good.” he answers, cheeks pink and bunny teeth poking out.
“Good.” Taehyung says too, as he watches Jungkook get off the bed, walking towards the bathroom, fully naked as Taehyung bites his lips, enjoying the show “Nice ass, hyungie.” Taehyung teases, winking.
Jungkook smirks “Not as much as yours. But thanks, pretty.” he says, right before he disappears behind the bathroom door.
Taehyung smiles as he waits for him to come back, a little sleepy but so incredibly pleased.
He just got himself the hottest guy on campus. A cute freshman with a lot of bunny plushies.
And a huge dick, too. Almost as huge as his golden heart.
So, from now on, it looks like he broke the asshole curse after all.