Really, Baby (I Will Be Just Fine)

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SMUT AGAIN😂😂

“Hey you.”

It’s nearing seven in the morning when Hoseok finally arrives at Taehyung and Jimin’s shared dorm room, by foot because they’d left their car at their dorm hall. He’ll regret not getting any sleep later.

Taehyung opens the door, hair mussed up from laying on his side and one eye closed as he stares at Hoseok in confusion. His shirt lies dangerously off one shoulder, revealing a strip of his sharp collarbones as he stands in the doorway in only his boxers.

“What are you…?” Taehyung starts, but Hoseok cuts him off with his lips and pushes him into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them with his foot.

Hoseok barely has his tongue past Taehyung’s lips before he’s getting his shirt pushed off, Taehyung’s eager hands sliding up the skin of his torso and scrunching his shirt around his arms. His palms are hot against his skin, and Hoseok absently covers Taehyung’s hands with his own.

Hoseok pulls away to yank the shirt off, throwing it somewhere behind him. He tugs at the hem of Taehyung’s shirt.

“Off,” Hoseok urges, and Taehyung is quick to follow, sliding the shirt over his head and tossing it aside.

Hoseok’s pants is the next to go, Taehyung already in his boxers and working at the button of his jeans. He kicks out of the denim, climbing back into bed and working a palm back between Taehyung’s legs, against the heat trapped there, reveling in the way Taehyung’s moans reach his ears like a symphony.

“You know,” Taehyung breathes, tugging his earlobe between his teeth. “I’ve always had lukewarm feelings about you.”

“Is that a good thing?” Hoseok responds, pressing his cheek against Taehyung’s and palming a little harder.

“Yes,” Taehyung says. “Very good.”

Hoseok doesn’t have the patience for foreplay, so he doesn’t let Taehyung suck him off for long, briefly enjoying the way Taehyung’s pretty pink lips stretch around the head of his cock and swallow him down, bobbing between his legs until Hoseok is hitting the back of his throat. He nudges at Taehyung’s shoulders for him to stop and pushes him back against the pillows, kissing red lips and tasting himself on his tongue as he licks his way back into Taehyung’s mouth.

After fetching the lube and condom from the nightstand, Hoseok works a finger into Taehyung after coating his fingers with a diligent amount of the lube. The way Taehyung easily takes the second, third makes his hips stutter with excitement, pre-come dribbling out of the tip from the sight of Taehyung naked below him with his legs spread wide, his digits disappearing into his body with each thrust of his fingers.

“Beautiful,” Hoseok whispers against the smooth skin of Taehyung’s inner thigh. Taehyung fucks down against the fingers deep inside him and moans loudly. “You have no idea how gorgeous you look right now, baby.”

The bed creaks noisily when Hoseok finally slides on the condom and thrusts into Taehyung’s tight heat, his mind going dizzy as he slides out slowly and thrusts back in, deeper this time with the changed angle, filling Taehyung up completely to the hilt. Taehyung pushes him by the shoulders until he’s sitting with his back against the wall and rides him so deep Hoseok has to press his mouth against Taehyung’s shoulder to suppress his moans, so hard he draws blood in rich crimson on the skin there. Taehyung whimpers at the small puncture wound and cards his hands through Hoseok’s scalp. He braces his palms against the wall, hands on each side of Hoseok’s head and rolls his hips down in such a way it rips a moan from Hoseok’s chest. Hoseok meets each of Taehyung’s downward thrusts with upward ones, knocking out whimpers from Taehyung’s throat and watching his face contort from pleasure. Even with his mouth halfway open and his nose scrunched up from the force of each thrust, Hoseok thinks Taehyung is breathtaking.

“Come,” Hoseok encourages between kisses, jerking Taehyung off in time with his thrusts and grinds. “Do it for me. I want to feel you tighten around my cock when you do.”

“Oh, fuck,” Taehyung cries out, pushing away from the wall and leaning back with his palms pressed into the mattress for more leverage. He grinds down against Hoseok’s cock, hitting all the right spots. “You feel so, so good. So deep-“

Hoseok crawls onto his knees, pushing Taehyung on his back and thrusting into him with stuttering hips as he nears the edge.

“I’m gonna come,” Taehyung warns seconds before his body starts trembling as his orgasm shakes deep within his bones, mouth dropping in a silent scream as he rides it out. Taehyung pulls off slowly and gets on his knees between Hoseok’s legs, peeling off the condom and tossing it into the trash bin at the side of the bed.

Hoseok watches with lidded eyes as Taehyung sucks him back into the tight heat of his mouth, swallowing down deeper each time. His fingers tangle through Taehyung’s soft hair. It doesn’t take much until Hoseok is coming into Taehyung’s mouth, hips jerking forward as Taehyung swallows every drop until his body twitches from the aftermath, oversensitive from the impact of his orgasm.

Hoseok helps clean Taehyung off before climbing back into bed and pulling him close, until they share the same air, until Hoseok is sure he can hear Taehyung’s heartbeat. Taehyung’s breath fanning across his Adam’s apple as he presses against his neck lulls him to sleep, and he idly rubs circles into Taehyung’s nape, thumb playing with the back of his hair.

Hoseok is drifting in and out of sleep when Taehyung breaks the silence.