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He carries a charm on each side, both different from the other yet so ethereal, complimenting each other so well that they form the beauty that is his face. The face of Taehyung. Asymmetrical and yet so entrancing. The one Jungkook always admired so much, and still does to this day. He could get stuck in a trance just admiring him. Even his gaze was astonishing. Those piercing eyes. Jungkook was head over heels for him, and the sight of him in a tie and a suit did not help with his focus in trying to learn about the history of whatever he needed to learn for his art class.
“Uhm… Earth to Jungkook, why are you wide-eyed again? I can’t have you copy my homework again, idiot. We don’t have the same classes, and I have a date with Namjoon tonight, and I am not in the mood to babysit you.”
He was checking his crush out again. Of course he did. What else could he possibly be doing besides studying for his exams?
“Ugh, shut it, Jimin. I know about this shit! No need to worry. Can’t I relax for once?” He rolled his eyes at Jimin, forming a fist at him to motion a punch. They were close friends and were both used to each other’s antics.
“And gawk over my best friend? Fuck no. I get that you’re single and all, but so am I, and I need this night out—woah!” His hit was avoided for now, but Jimin was faster with his words, which hit him in the gut more than anything physical could ever do.
“I am not checking Taehyung out! He is like, all over there!” Jungkook’s ears were now red, and the hit from the words turned into butterflies in his stomach at the mention of his crush.
“Which is the perfect moment to do so, I get it, but you really need to focus if you want to pass your goddamn exams and graduate!”
“Again, I am not in love with your best friend, and I am going to graduate uni. Thank you very much, asshole.”
“Oh, so that means I can leave, then? You don’t need my help that you are, oh, so desperate for? Alright, alright. I’ll go on ahead and—uhm—hey, Tae! Can you take over for me?”
Oh, great. He’s yelling now, and Jungkook’s going to be stuck with a tease and a besotted mind; at least he’d try to be because now Taehyung was on his way with his charming smile. He did not trust himself with being alone with that man. Torturing himself with Jimin with the company of Taehyung seemed like a far better option than being a stuttering mess next to his crush.
“Fine, fine. I was checking him out, but you better not leave now—shit!”
He cursed underneath his breath while a smug grin was plastered all over Jimin’s darn face, entertained by the mess his friend was in.
Jungkook made sure to glare at him before switching to a more friendly attitude when Taehyung gave him a pat on the back as a form of greeting.
“Jimin! You want me to babysit him? Why? Is Namjoon sexting you now?”
“God, I wish.”
Taehyung was carrying a brown bag, adorned with a red scarf on the handles. His whole color scheme was on point and polished per usual, along with his classical style. Beige suit with hints of red and green on his tie, clean cut. Everything looked good on him. It was such a stark contrast with Jungkook’s black and white baggy t-shirt and jogs next to him. At least Jimin’s chic style seemed to somewhat go along with Taehyung’s.
“Jungkook’s been so unfocused lately, and I have a date planned with Namjoon, as you know. I thought the perfect candidate would be for you to babysit him and help him with whatever problem he has. You share classes together and have a love for art, don’t you?”
Oh, no, he was wing-manning. He was being a wingman a little too hard, not only for himself but also towards Jungkook, who did not know what to say about it. It was all true, really, but having to be stuck with the most beautiful man, all to himself, would be quite a hard thing to do. Or rather, he’d get hard and would have to do Taehyung.
“Oh—really now? I feel like Jungkook’s doing pretty fine, but if you insist, I’m free tonight.”
He mustn’t panic. “Fuck yeah, that sounds great, Tae. I knew you had my back! I’ll go get ready and leave you two alone, okay? Thanks.” And so, Jimin rose from the picnic bench, packing away while typing to his planned date with a see-you-later text, Junglook assumed.
Jimin was a great friend. He’d do anything for his friends and family, but he also knew that Jimin applied that to himself. That’s how he’s earned his class president title anyways, with his good grades and a swarm of admirers, respectfully but also annoyingly so. Jungkook was now face-to-face with a new problem after receiving a playful wink from Jimin’s exit, or rather, fluttering heart and prolonged eye contact before breaking it to come up with an excuse to ditch.
“So, do you want to keep it here or go to my place? I’m quite hungry and could go for some snacks or dinner, if you’re okay with that? I’m sure you’ll need it after studying for so long. Besides, it’s boring.”
Taehyung cleared his throat, finding Jungkook’s flustered state rather adorable. Jimin and his date were a good excuse to hit on Jungkook.
“What? Studying with me or the subject itself?” The question was ridiculous because Taehyung had always hated the school system and the concept of studying. Just reading was boring for him.
“Obviously, the studying. You’re a great company to be around.” A tap on Jungkook’s notebook from Taehyung was enough relief to close it. “Thank god, I hate it. I’ll gladly go for a pizza right now.” He took the bait. What could possibly go wrong? If more than anything, maybe it was a blessing in disguise that Jimin set them up. Jungkook had been in need of some good company, and Taehyung had said that he was the definition of it, so why not do it?
“You know, you look really good with that outfit.” His gaze lowered down to check Taehyung out, eyeing every little detail that complimented his body. Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to be stuck in his crush’s apartment. They were far from studying, and Taehyung seemed to have him wrapped around his finger because Jungkook was far too immersed in the sight of the other taking his blazer off due to the post-meal heat. “What?”
“I mean, I wish I could wear suits like that. I mean you—it’s like, really cool and all.” He let it slip underneath his breath, and he was now stumbling with his words due to the carelessness of his mouth.
“Ah, thanks. That’s sweet of you. I wish I could rock a sleeve like yours. It’s pretty cool, you know? Can I see?” They’d both just finished eating their takeout, and they were about to do a study session until Jungkook checked him out, setting it on pause for Taehyung to feel him up.
“Oh. Yeah. Sure. Go ahead.” Taehyung traced the different lines painted on his sleeve while Jungkook tried to be calm about it, which he definitely wasn’t. Taehyung’s hands were slender and his fingers were long, and all that he could think of was how they’d feel against his dick.
“Can I bite it?”
“What—“
“I wanna bite it.”
He’d never expected such a direct question. Sure, the girls were more subtle about it, but Taehyung straight up stated it afterwards instead of repeating his question like the others used to do. But again, this was Taehyung. Jungkook’s racing thoughts were disrupted by a sting on his arm, not giving him time enough to process the previous question and statement because Taehyung was biting him with the biggest grin, and it certainly made his dick hard.
“Auch—what the fuck, Taehyung?!”
“Sorry… You’re just my type, and it seems like I can’t keep the whole act up. Surely, you’d have picked up the signs by now?” His lips tickled Jungkook’s skin as he mumbled against it, teeth now retracted from Jungkook and swapped out with a look of concern.
“Wait… what?” Did he hear that right?
“I’ve… Jungkook, I’ve been flirting with you since the beginning.”
Jungkook had been picking up on them, but he had also thought that it was all just in his head. Surely, someone as ethereal as Taehyung wouldn’t have such an interest in him. But here he was, blushing and staring at the one causing it.
“If you don’t want to, I understand if you’re not interested.”
He was not letting this opportunity go, so he pressed a kiss on Taehyung’s lips as a confirmation.
“Oh, I’m more than interested, Taehyung.” He mumbled against the softness he’d always imagined Taehyung’s lips to feel like, grinding up against his leg to let him know how hard he was for him. How much he’d admired him, fantasised about him. Was he a moaner? One who whimpered by the slightest touch? Such obscene thoughts had tampered with the innocence Jungkook once thought of the other. Perhaps Taehyung wasn’t as innocent as he’d thought him to be with the situation he’d found himself to be in with him.
“My, my. I didn’t know you were into biting. Got you riled up and all.” Jungkook felt a nibble on his lower lip as a chuckle escaped Taehyung’s, causing him to sigh in content while his crush reached for the hem of his shirt to remove, revealing his torso and the rest of his tattoos. This was really happening.
“And I didn’t know that you were such a tease, hyung.” There, he said it and it made Taehyung weak in the knees. It had the effect that he’d intended it to have, and it was evident on the pink hue creeping in on Taehyung’s cheeks while he stared at Jungkook’s exposed figure. The lust for more skin to lay bare filled both of their minds as a clumsy and rough push and pull put the clothes on the floor; the grunts were now pants as to catch their breaths from the kisses that had taken them away.
“I want you to fuck me right now on this counter, Jungkook.” A gasp could be heard as Taehyung slipped his hand down to feel him up, the excitement ready to be explored, and it left Jungkook with no time to waste. He lifted the beauty in front of him to the desired place to unleash the heat that had builded up. It didn’t help with the fact that Taehyung’s hands were busy underneath him, stroking Jungkook away. Pre-come already dripping.
“You’re really not making this easy on me.” Those darn brown eyes, sharp and as entrancing as he remembered them to be were now fluttering playfully at him, adorned with long lashes, stirring him up. He leaned in to kiss them close, leading his craving lips down the cheeks he’s always adored, hands busy getting rid of the remaining clothes that were constricting him from accessing Taehyung’s naked body. It was unfair how Jungkook was the only nude one, and it had to be fixed.
Somehow, Taehyung had been successful in taking his clothes off before Jungkook could remove of his. In full fairness, the younger had the simpler attire than the other’s. Suits and ties weren’t exactly Jungkook’s expertise.
“Oh yeah? Do you want me to make it harder for you?”
The simple words were enough to make Jungkook’s busy hands pause, squinting suspiciously at the question before successfully getting rid of the remaining clothes. He had to take the sight in, hands immediately groping at every inch possible. Taehyung’s small waist, plump ass. He had to feel him up.
“I wouldn’t push it if I were you.” He warned with a raised eyebrow, the silver eyebrow piercing glinting underneath the kitchen light.
“You should know that such words are only encouragement.” The warnings continued, now by Taehyung as he flicked Jungkook’s tip to see how far he could go. The groping making him press closer to the touches, hips automatically rolling against Jungkook’s as he returned the fondling with going back on stroking the shaft in front of him. Slick and hard.
A sharp breath had to be inhaled if Jungkook had to keep himself from losing it. It didn’t help with the flicking but he had to keep it together. Nonetheless, his last straw was slowly being picked at.
“So, you’re a brat?” Before his question could be answered, Jungkook grabbed a hold of Taehyung’s hair, pulling his head back to hover his lips above the other’s ear, letting his breath tickle it. A yelp was hence followed by it and he swore, he’d have come if it wasn’t for his pride and self-control.
It luckily stopped Taehyung from the stroking due to the surprise but now, a smirk was forming his lips, which wasn’t a good sign for Jungkook. “And? What about it?” He had not expected Taehyung to be a masochist. Nevertheless, a brat.
“Do you want me to fuck you or not?“
He really couldn’t keep this act up. He was getting desperate, but the thought of breaking Taehyung and make him beg for it would be such a beautiful view to see, so Jungkook continues. His free hand gets a hold of Taehyung’s shaft, lips on his sensitive ear as shaky whimpers fills the heavy air while he strokes away.
“Fuck—“ a rush of adrenaline shoots its way out, filling Taehyung’s flush body with it. Pink with arousal, blood pumping as Jungkook licks his lobe and strokes his throbbing cock away; Taehyung whimpers, desperately grasping at the hands pumping him closer to his climax.
“You didn’t answer the question, Taehyung.” Jungkook hums, licking at the exposed skin presented to him. Gladly leaving marks on Taehyung’s neck as he awaits the inevitable.
“Y-yes… ah— please, Jungkook.”
Overstimulated and dizzy. Breath heavy, hips bucking and legs shivering, Taehyung comes in Jungkook’s hands. What a sight to behold. The strangled cry only edging Jungkook closer to his release.
“Please, fuck me now. Put it in.”
Now he was speaking his language, and he wanted to see more of where his sensitive spots were at. He needed somebody, and he could be that body.
“Easy now, hyung. I don’t think you’re ready yet.” Jungkook smiled against the marks he’d made, satisfied with the desperate state he was in. So cute and pathetic, just like he’d wanted him to be. “That’s unfair—“ Taehyung whimpered, dizzily trying to get a hold of Jungkook, still going down on his high.
“Shh… we’re just gonna prepare you for my cock, hyung.” He simply stated with a chuckle, finding him to be ridiculously adorable with how much of a succubus Taehyung was acting like.
His words seemed to have calmed Taehyung somewhat down, so Jungkook put his tongue into work by lowering his head down and lapping at the rim in front of him, groaning against it to send shivers down Taehyung’s spine. He’d gotten down on his knees and made him sit on his face for now, and it was all he could’ve dreamed about.
The warmth and wetness of it all made the first finger go effortlessly in. Saliva dripped lower onto Jungkook’s chin as he eased a second finger into Taehyung’s hole, and he couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of having his face sat on.
“M-more, Jungkook. I… ah— need.. more.” It was enough said and done, just those words and Jungkook found himself thrusting in and out of Taehyung against the kitchen counter, air thick with lust and tension. They made their lips lock and intertwined, licking and biting away at each other. The soon soft kisses changed into teeth accidentally clanking at each other, and they both had to pull away to finally reach their climax, breath heavy with their chest rising. The white semen against Taehyung’s tan skin painted him all so beautifully, like Jungkook’s own painting. The purple on the neck, reddish bite marks that had followed from his greed was a breathtaking view underneath him.
They were both quiet for a while, letting the stillness of their high ride out while they moved their hips together. The only sounds coming out from the both of them being grunts and whimpers before slowly stopping.
Jungkook swore time had stopped then and there. Once he eased out of his orgasm, the work he’d done on Taehyung’s slender body finally became clear. The previously known sharp eyes now fluttered away, thighs were dripping with the climax they’d both released. Taehyung’s voice sounded hoarse and his hair was a mess. Oh, how Jungkook could wish it would stay like this.
He was proud to have been able to fulfil Taehyung’s adrenaline that had gone up and down, marked him up and taken him to the other side. His heart was still racing.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty, hyung.”
He cupped Taehyung’s face and thanked Jimin for setting him up with his crush. Thanked him for having a date with Namjoon, and was grateful for being able to hold Taehyung close in his arms.