originally writen by tkgunslinger on ao3!!
top: tae
bottom: jk
(warning, this is not suitable for younger audiences but i don't think thats stopping anyone lol)
The moment they were back to the dorm was the moment that Taehyung lost it. He had been holding back for so long that it felt as if he was being cramped in a tiny space where he couldn’t breathe. Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but still. He let out a soft grunt as he saw Jungkook walk by to his room, the other guys making their way through the dorm to do as they pleased.
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ith a heavy sigh he pushed his shoes off, loosened his tie around his neck and decided he was done with being nice.
So he made his way to his boyfriend’s room and pushed the door open, stepping in immediately. What welcomed him was Jungkook gasping in surprise, jeans pooled around his ankles as he tried to step out of them and it was quite a sight.
“You almost gave me a heart attack,” the younger said with a sigh and Taehyung wanted to chuckle at that, but he could only growl low in his throat.
There was something about Jungkook still wearing his shirt holder even after the event, even after they had changed into their own clothes. His mouth watered at the sight: firm thighs, a white shirt that hung just low enough to cover Jungkook’s black briefs and those stupid garters holding onto it, firmly wrapped around pale skin and it was way too fucking much, he just couldn’t control himself anymore. Not after all the stolen glances in the event and the jealousy.
So Taehyung didn’t bother with a reply, instead he chose to close the small distance between them, his left hand going straight to Jungkook’s slim waist to pull him closer to his body, the action harsh and rough, making their chests bump; his right hand cradled Jungkook’s neck and he smashed their lips together in a hungry kiss.
It wasn’t slow or romantic, it was demanding and lustful, his tongue pushing past Jungkook’s lips and into his mouth the second the younger gasped, surprised at the sudden attack. Still, the younger answered back, his tongue falling prey to Taehyung’s own as the elder tried to convey how much he loved him, wanted him. How badly he affected him.
With a lick to the roof of Jungkook’s mouth, Taehyung pulled away to gasp for air, eyes half lidded, lips parted, slick with saliva, just as his boyfriend’s. A low growl slipped through his lips, his hands on Jungkook’s waist and hip in a firm grip that he was sure would bruise, still, he pulled the younger closer, making him sigh and wrap his arms around his neck.
“Hyung,” Jungkook breathed, a soft pink blush on his cheeks and Taehyung wanted nothing but to ravish him. “I like it when you get like this….”
Taehyung growled again. “Really?” he leant forward to catch Jungkook’s bottom lip between his teeth and nibble at it, eliciting a soft moan from the younger. “Is that why you were such a pain in the ass all day?”
“I wasn’t,” Jungkook pouted against his lips. “I’m naturally jealous and possessive.”
“Hmmm,” Taehyung hummed, lips brushing the soft skin under Jungkook’s jawline, trailing over there with little kisses. “You know I only have eyes for you.”
“Tae,” Jungkook breathed and Taehyung didn’t know what to do with himself, because he sounded so good. “Have you seen yourself in a mirror? You’re a whole different level of beautiful. Everyone wants a piece of you.”
A soft chuckle left his lips at the compliment, it always made him feel a little weird when someone told him things like that, but he sure liked it when it was Jungkook. He pressed a chaste kiss to the younger’s lips and backed him up to the desk, just a couple of steps, really. And took a step back himself to allow his eyes to roam all over the other’s body.
“Have you seen yourself?” he repeated the same words and licked his lips, fringe covering his forehead. “You are sin, that’s what you are,” Taehyung mumbled, more to himself than to his boyfriend but he knew they younger had heard him, what with the bright blush on his cheeks. He loved it how easily they fell into their roles and now Jungkook was a blushing bunny, so shy and cute.
Taehyung smiled at the younger as his fingers came up to his button-up shirt, quickly getting the top most buttons undone to reveal pale, silky skin. He took a few seconds to tease a nipple, a little smirk on his lips the moment Jungkook threw his head back and swallowed a moan.
“Shit, Tae,” Jungkook breathed hard through his nose, eyes closed and teeth nibbling on his bottom lip. So Taehyung stopped and looked around.
“Scissors?” he asked, already reaching around the neatly kept desk to try to find the item he was looking for. Jungkook gave him a confused frown but still pointed at the drawer that contained them.
“Hyung,” Jungkook breathed when he moved back to his previous spot: right in front of the younger. Taehyung looked up, fingers quickly finishing the task of unbuttoning his boyfriend’s white shirt and his mouth watered the second his eyes roamed over the firm abs and lower stomach, and that bulge covered in black briefs. “You’re not gonna do what I think you are, right?”
Taehyung grinned, grabbed the scissors and pulled on Jungkook’s underwear. “I’ll buy you new ones,” he simply replied before cutting down the fabric. He didn’t want those briefs in the way and he definitely didn’t want to get rid of the other pieces of clothing, specially the garters, so this was the best solution at hand: cutting the damn briefs out.
When he was done he took the pieces away, discarding them to the floor and took a step back to look at Jungkook: white shirt unbuttoned, held by those stupid black garters that werw wrapped tight around the other’s thighs, cock already half hard between his legs and Taehyung was loving every single second of it.
But he moved closer, patting the empty surface on Jungkook’s desk. “Get up on your hands and knees.”
Jungkook whined and gave him an incredulous look as if he had grown two heads, but after some seconds of silence he gave in, crawling on top of his desk and presenting his firm ass to Taehyung.
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Jungkook sighed, pushing his laptop further back to keep it safe.
“I should be punishing you,” Taehyung kind of agreed with a nod; after the amount of jealousy Jungkook had shown earlier that afternoon, he should be doing just that, instead he had a firm task set: to eat his boyfriend out and get them both off. Soon. “But you drive me crazy,” he growled.
Then without waiting for a reply or caring much for one, he held onto Jungkook’s ass cheeks and spread them apart to press his tongue flat against the pink, fluttering hole. A strong shiver of pleasure ran up and down Jungkook’s body as Taehyung’s tongue pressed against his crack with firm licks, stopping to push against his rim, just a teasing pressure that didn’t go past the ring of muscles.
Taehyung kneaded the younger’s firm ass, fingers leaving little red marks on their wake as he moved them closer together to be able to spread Jungkook a bit more. His nose was practically pressed against Jungkook’s crack, his tongue licking and pressing, pushing just a little past the tight puckered hole until Jungkook was a mess of little whimpers and moans, body tense with pleasure.
After a few moments, Taehyung added a finger along with his tongue. He pushed the digit inside and groaned at the tight feeling that quickly welcomed him, his tongue gliding along with it, in and out and around. Soon, a second finger joined in the first and Jungkook was shivering by now, head hanging between his strong shoulder blades, thighs tense as he kept the same position, little moans and sighs escaped his lips.
With one more lick and a particularly hard slurp, Taehyung finally pulled back and cleaned the spit from his cheeks with the back of his right hand while his left kept on moving, fingers pushing in and out of his boyfriend’s body, to then just shove them inside and crook them downwards to try to find that sweet spot that turned Jungkook into liquid fire.
When Jungkook whimpered a bit louder, Taehyung knew he had found the bundle of nerves and he kept on rubbing his fingertip against it, pressing and massaging it so hard Jungkook hips quivered and shivered and a steady amount of pre-cum dripped down from Jungkook’s cock. Taehyung grinned, took a step back to be able to appreciate the view and shoved his fingers harder inside.
“You are leaking all over your desk,” Taehyung rasped, it was low and sexy and had Jungkook moaning loudly, soft little whimpered sighs following suit. “What a naughty boy.”
Jungkook closed his eyes, lips parted as he tried to breathe through them. He sighed when he felt Taehyung’s right hand caressing his thigh and then his back arched the second the elder took the elastic of the garter and pulled, only to free it against Jungkook’s skin with a slight sting.
“Tae,” Jungkook licked his lips, looking down between his legs, his cock and balls hanging there, so hard and full. Taehyung didn’t answer and Jungkook knew why right away, so he licked his dry lips and looked over his shoulder. “Hyung.”
“Come on, get on your knees,” Taehyung’s voice dropped down an octave, sending a shiver all through Jungkook’s body, who all but complied, pushing his shaky self onto his knees, breath ragged, eyes half closed. “Yeah, just like that,” he mumbled as he stepped closer behind the younger, right hand on Jungkook’s hip while he kept on finger fucking him with the other. “Look at that naughty poodle of pre-cum. You’re weak for my fingers, huh?”
Jungkook looked down, the wet patch of cum on the surface of the desk gave a whitish shine and it mocked him. “You know I am,” he sighed biting on his bottom lip to try to keep quiet, eyes half closed, lower belly burning with the need of release.
“Do you think you’ve been good, bunny?”
Taehyung mumbled, his hand moving down Jungkook’s thigh, fingers touching the skin right beside the garter, and then back up his inner thigh; he pressed a kiss to the younger’s back, fingers ghosting over the bright pink and wet skin of the other’s cock.
“Yeah?” Jungkook bit his lip. “No –”
“And what happens to bad bunnies?” he ran a nail over the head.
“They get spanked?”
“Hm,” Taehyung nodded. He loved how wrecked Jungkook was looking and it was all because of him. With another nod, he wrapped his long fingers around Jungkook’s cock and stroked once, gaining a soft needy moan from his boyfriend.
“I don’t want you to spank me, Tae –”
“Oh?” Taehyung looked up, an eyebrow raised up on his forehead. “But your pretty ass would look so good,” he chuckled when Jungkook shook his head. “but don’t worry bunny, I think a few slaps to your wet baby dick should suffice.”
A low whine came out from Jungkook’s parted lips and his head lolled back a little bit as Taehyung’s fingers teased the tender skin on his balls, trailing them up to his shaft and then leaving him only to come back again in the shape of a slap that made his cock bounce back to his stomach and a whimper to leave his lips.
With the second slap Jungkook whimpered, hips pushing back onto Taehyung’s fingers that had gone still, his own hands closed into tight fists as pleasure ran through his body. The slaps weren’t hard, just enough to make him feel needier, pre-cum leaking, balls heavy, on the brick of climax.
The fourth and fifth slaps had him rolling his eyes backwards, head lolled to the side, hips stuttering, thighs shaking hard.
Taehyung withdrew his fingers, big hand squeezing a firm buttock before he stepped back to finally undo his trousers. Jungkook looked down, already missing the warm hand behind him but bit his lips the second he saw Taehyung drawing his cock out of his briefs, hard and big and perfect.
“Come down bun,” Taehyung said, watching with a pleased smiled as Jungkook moved fast, getting off the desk as quickly as he could. The elder turned him around, forcing his chest against the pool of cum, a hand on Jungkook’s lower back pushing down and the other on a hip, lifting his perfect firm ass.
He rubbed the head of his cock against the younger’s crack then pressed the head in, enough to make Jungkook want more but not giving it to him. In front of him, Jungkook moaned the moment Taehyung pulled away, hole clenching around air.
“Spread your ass, baby bun,” Taehyung said, his self-control slipping away second by second, but Jungkook did as told, veiny hands reaching back to his own buttocks to spread them apart, hole clenching around nothing at all.
Without another word, Taehyung moved forward and began fucking the younger’s crack, a low growl escaping his lips as he finally got some stimulation on his so far neglected cock. He knew he wasn’t going to last long: a jealous Jungkook was always a huge turn on, but a jealous and needy Jungkook drove him crazy.
So he grabbed his own dick to jerk himself off, hand moving up and down the shaft, pressing just the right spots to bring himself over the edge. Jungkook whined, a pout on his lips as he had expected to get that dick inside him, little “pleases” leaving his lips that went thoroughly ignored by the elder.
As expected, it didn’t take long for Taehyung to come with a grunt, body tensing with his climax that coated Jungkook’s crack with cum, slowly sliding down. He took a few seconds to come down from his high, breath coming in pants, lips a little dry so he licked them.
“Ohh, God-” Jungkook moaned the second he felt a finger down his crack, wet with cum and then Taehyung was pushing it inside him.
Taehyung repeated the action, collecting his own cum from Jungkook’s skin and now pushed two fingers inside him, it was wet and hot and the glide was perfect and Jungkook was whimpering so beautifully.
“You like that?” he asked, crocking his fingers to get to that swollen spot. “You like how I fuck my cum into you? Uhm?”
“Yes!” Jungkook bit on his bottom lip again, worrying it between his lips to try to keep his moans and whimpers in to no avail.
“Close your legs baby bun,” Taehyung said, reaching down to grab Jungkook’s cock, giving it a teasing jerk before pulling it back between his thighs. “Lemme see your little dick dripping onto your thighs.”
He loved the contrast of a dark pink dick and ball against pale skin.
“I wanna cum, Tae,” Jungkook all but sighed the words, cheek against the smooth surface of his desk. He felt like going crazy if Taehyung kept on fucking his prostate like that any longer, his body shivering with each shock of pleasure. “Need to cum,”
Taehyung nodded: he had dragged things for quite some time, so he shoved his fingers deeper into Jungkook’s welcoming heat, curled them up as he searched for that one spot. It didn’t take long to find it, fingertips pressing hard against it. Jungkook moaned, a slightly broken sound that he was sure everyone would hear, but fuck that. The younger’s hips stuttered and shivered hard with each spasm of pleasure until it all exploded in a low and dragged out whimper, with Jungkook finally coming, cock still trapped between his strong thighs, spurts of cum sliding down his pale skin in steady streams.
With a grin, Taehyung withdrew his fingers from Jungkook’s ass, only to collect the cum from his thighs and shove them back inside his oversensitive body. The younger whined, eyes rolling back as his body shook, his own cum being fucked into his body until his hole was left empty, closing around air and he was given a few seconds to breathe, drool sliding down his chin.
“Oh, Tae, fuck!” a strong wave of pleasure shot through him the second Taehyung pushed his tongue into his hole, flicking it just the right way and then slurping and Jungkook truthfully lost his mind.
With a chuckle, Taehyung grabbed onto his boyfriend’s hips, holding him up as he lapped at his ass until he was satisfied and he bit down on Jungkook’s left buttock, indicating that he was done.
“Hold it in,” he said and saw the next second Jungkook clenched around nothing.
He helped Jungkook turn around, loving the fucked out look the other was wearing. The dark eyes and bright red lips, disheveled hair and a sheen of sweat covering his face and neck, the open shirt showing his perfect abs. Taehyung grinned, gently pushing Jungkook so he could lean against the desk before kissing him, tongues meeting half way in a wet and breath taking kiss.
Jungkook held onto him for dear life, hands on his chest fisting Taehyung’s shirt as they kissed, tongues lazily lapping at each other’s, the bitter taste of their cum mixing with spit, but it was okay because Taehyung was holding him closer, a hand on his lower back, the other on the back of his head, tangled with dark locks of hair.
“Don’t wanna wake Namjoonie up,” Jungkook mumbled when they finally broke apart. “Let’s sleep here tonight?”
Taehyung chuckled. “With how loud you were, I doubt anyone’s asleep yet, baby,” he said, a cheeky grin plastered all over his face and Jungkook blushed, then rolled his eyes.
“How do I wipe that grin off your face?”
“I don’t know, get creative,” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows before grabbing the younger’s hand to pull him away from the desk. “Let’s get to your ugly bunk bed before I change my mind.”
Jungkook sighed, reached for the box of Kleenex to clean himself and followed the older.
