bts smut / one shots

break me down, baby, if you dare

by carminium (ao3)

It was after their first meeting of the day
of discussing their schedules for the following week that Jungkook grasped Taehyung's hand in his and ushered his boyfriend into the office supply closet, barely seconds after the door shut with the last member leaving for their lunch break.

The storage room was barely large enough for two fully grown men to stand side by side in, but this had never been a problem for Taehyung before and as Jungkook crashed his lips against his, Taehyung once again forgot about the inconvenient lack of space.

"Fuck, Tae-" Jungkook gasped against his mouth and leaned down to trail open mouthed kisses down his neck to his collarbone. Taehyung's breath hitched when Jungkook bit down and sucked on the skin in the juncture of his shoulder and his neck, warm hands travelling up under Taehyung's ( Jungkook's ) shirt to caress his sides and feel his breath stutter.

"Really? It's not even noon yet," Taehyung said incredulously, as if this had never happened before, as if he hadn't planned this beforehand.

"You're wearing my shirt," Jungkook muttered against his neck as an explanation.

"Because you left it in my room," Taehyung answered with amusement, leaning his head back against the wall and threading his fingers through Jungkook's dark hair. "You get so worked up by me wearing your clothes. It's cute."

"You look good in it," Jungkook murmured absentmindedly.

Taehyung hummed in agreement. "Reminds me of when we were younger--" he gasped when Jungkook's mouth found a particularly good spot, "-- and you would damn near come in your pants at the sight of me in your sweaters." Taehyung sighed wistfully.

Jungkook ignored the provocation and finished his mark right below Taehyung's ear before straightening up, his hair now messy and tangled after his boyfriend's fingers in it. Taehyung slouched lazily against the wall, his neck stained with bitemarks and breathing a bit heavy, but looking at Jungkook with something sharp in his eyes that Jungkook could only describe as challenge.

Jungkook's grip on Taehyung's waist grew firmer as the younger leaned in closer. He removed one hand from under Taehyung's shirt and grasped his jaw instead, forcing his head down just an inch so that Taehyung would have to look up at him. Taehyung's eyes darkened as his eyes met with Jungkook's.

"Do you think that just because we're in a semi-public place you can get away with mouthing off?" Jungkook asked quietly, no need for more volume with their faces this close. Taehyung's eyelashes fluttered nervously but he held his gaze. "You think I didn't notice you acting up earlier?"

"Acting up?" Taehyung asked with a forced chuckle. "What am I, a child?"

"No, not a child. Just a brat," Jungkook continued conversationally, caressing the other's cheek with his thumb, before letting out a quiet laugh. "If you wanted me to be rough you could've just asked, you know."

"I know. But it's more fun this way."

Jungkook looked down at him for a moment, biting his lip in thought and looking over Taehyung's expression before apparently making up his mind. In the next moment he was shoving Taehyung's feet apart and pushing his thigh firmly between Taehyung's legs, making the elder's mouth drop open with a sharp inhale. Jungkook snuck his thumb inside and pressed down against his lower teeth and tongue. Taehyung's eyes widened in shock for a fraction of a second before his breath rushed out through his nose and his eyes became slightly unfocused.

( Granted, Taehyung absolutely had been trying to get a rise out of Jungkook all morning -- wearing his shirt, slapping his ass when he walked by, calling him 'baby' even with their other members and staff around -- but it still came as a slight shock how abruptly Jungkook's shyness melted when they actually got alone, just the two of them. )