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Some people say it’s too feminine, others moan just at the sight of it.
Jungkook didn’t know what to think, he didn’t have an opinion on it. Maybe he should have one, seeing as he’s about to do it — and probably regret it for the rest of his life.
It’s all Hoseok’s fault. Hoseok, with that smile of his and that soju beer in hand, knowing how much of a lightweight Jungkook is and being a little shit.
“Don’t be a pussy,” he says, as if being a pussy was a bad thing.
“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say something so sexist like that. I am a proud pussy,” Jungkook shrugs, leg unable to stay still, bouncing like crazy.
Hoseok rolls his eyes, “Okay, just calm down. Your neck vein is popping out.”
“Don’t pretend you’re paying attention to me when all you’re doing is flirting with the receptionist.”
Ever since they got to the tattoo parlor, the receptionist didn’t take his eyes off them. Jimin, as his tag said, was shamelessly staring at Hoseok while licking his lips. Jungkook felt as if Jimin would jump on Hoseok’s bones at any minute. “I’m a weak man, and please, look at him. Tell me you don’t want to just get on your knees and fu—“
“He’s ready for you, Jungkook,” Jimin’s sultry voice fills the space, a charming smile getting thrown in Hobi's direction, even though he was talking to Jungkook.
“Sure.”
With wobbly legs, Jungkook started walking towards the room Jimin pointed at. It was the last door at the long hallway, a black door with a tiger doorknob.
It was intimidating, to say the least.
Taking deep breaths, he tried to find the courage he felt while exclaiming “of course I can do it, I'm not scared” when Hoseok doubted him.
He didn’t find it.
Just when Jungkook was about to turn around and say ‘fuck it’, the door opens.
“Thought I’d have to go and get you,” a low, smooth voice says.
Jungkook wanted to scream as soon as he saw who it was; the guy was gorgeous and so, so attracted it made him want to cry. The tattoos filled his naked arms, up to his neck and he couldn’t help but wonder the other places the guy could have covered by the pretty designs.
“Do you speak?” His hair was black, styled in a way Jungkook could only think of as the ‘Danny Zuko’ hairstyle, aka, his all time crush. “Do you need some help?”
The clothes were also similar to Danny's, especially the leather jacket, resting against the old couch in the room. The striped shirt tucked in, with the black pants and black shoes screamed “Grease!” and Jungkook wanted to get on his knees right th—
“Yo, are you okay?!” his reveries are interrupted by the guy, who was staring at him with wide eyes and a hand on his shoulder.
“Oh my God, hi! I’m so sorry, this— this is so embarrassing,” he mumbles to himself before staring at the guy. “I’m your… customer? Client? That sounds wrong, I’m— I just want my nipples pierced!”
The guy has his eyebrows arched, amused and Jungkook wants to be swallowed by the floor and never come back again. “Sure thing, doll. Come in and I’ll take care of your nipples.”
Red takes over Jungkook’s cheeks and neck, making him look down as he walks past the tattoo artist.
The room was simple but intimidating nonetheless — or maybe it was just Jungkook going from “i’m about to get my nipples pierced” nervous to “I’m about to get my nipples pierced by the hottest guy I’ve ever seen” nervous.
“Is this your first time…” the guy stops to look over a form, probably the one Jimin asked him to fill when he got there, “...Jungkook?”
“Oh, no. I actually have my ears and belly button pierced.”
That gets the guy's attention, “Oh? I see your ears but you didn’t seem like the type to have a belly button piercing…”
Jungkook laughs, shrugging. “I can see why that might be a shock.”
It’s considered a feminine piece and Jungkook is used to people getting shocked over his appearance, especially because of his tattoos.
“Shall we get to it then? I’ll prepare the things and we’ll start.”
Jungkook nods and sits on the chair, feeling his nerves taking over, “Actually… um, can you keep talking to me? It helps me calm down. I would’ve dragged my friend in here but he’s too busy flirting with the receptionist.”
The guy laughs, “Jimin is a charmer, your friend’s gonna leave with a secured date, for sure.”
“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”
“So… Can I ask why you’re so nervous? I mean… in my opinion, belly button piercings are the worst, and you have tattoos, so I’m really confused as to why you’re nervous about some silly nipple piercings.”
Jungkook freezes. Should he tell him the truth or…? Nah, he doesn’t even know this guy’s name, he shouldn’t even consider telling him something so personal.
“I always get nervous, um…”
“Taehyung… Kim Taehyung.”
“Oh, Taehyung. Um— yes, I always get nervous.”
Taehyung smiles and gets closer, placing everything he needs on the small table next to Jungkook's chair. “Okay, so you can take your shirt off while I put the gloves on.”
Blushing like a mad man, Jungkook tales his shirt off, eyes stuck on the floor. He tries ignoring it, but the intensity of Taehyung’s gaze on him is too strong and without thinking twice, he stares at the guy, breath getting stuck on his throat when he sees his expression.
Damn, he was so hot.
“Excuse me,” he whispers before wetting a piece of cotton with alcohol and extending his hand, brushing the soft material on Jungkook’s nipples.
Here’s what he was so afraid of. It was bad enough when he discovered he would have to do something with his nipples, and now… this beautiful man is standing right in front of him, caressing one of his most sensitive parts.
He just wants to scream.
“You okay?”
Jungkook only nods, afraid that if he opens his mouth, a loud whine will come out instead of actual words. Taehyung takes his time, slow with his movements and it's almost as if he knows how much is messing with Jungkook, if his smirk is anything to go by.
“I’ll do it now, okay? Take a deep breath and don’t move. Your body’s first instinct is to move away from whatever that’s causing you pain, so keep that in mind and do not move. Understood?”
“Okay,” Jungkook whispers, closing his eyes.
It was his second mistake — the first was accepting the dare. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could feel every other sense in his body getting alarmed. But opening his eyes would mean seeing Taehyung, hot and attractive Taehyung getting closer to his nipples and he can’t have that.
So he keeps his eyes closed and fuck, the embarrassment.
“Three… two… one.”
He feels the pain first — of course — but right after, the sudden wave of pleasure he’s been avoiding all night hits him. Without realizing, his mouth falls open and a moan rips out, filling the silent room. Taehyung’s movements freeze, just like Jungkook’s, who opens his round, wide eyes.
“I’m so— I'm so fucking sorry, oh God. Oh God,” he stands up, frantically looking for his shirt, “This is so embarrassing, I’m sorry.”
Taehyung wakes up from his shock when the door opens and he’s quick to walk towards it and close it before Jungkook could walk away. “What are you doin— just let me go, I'll pay you the same amount. Maybe a little more if we are going to count the… yeah, bye.”
“Stay,” it’s all he says and Jungkook is confused and embarrassed. He doesn’t want to stay, he wants to go home and cry.
“Look, I don’t—“
“Is that why you were so nervous?” Taehyung whispers, hand coming up to stroke Jungkook’s cheek, “Were you afraid of acting like a needy baby because you were in pain?”
Jungkook has to look down. This wasn’t the type of degradation he was into, but fuck if his dick isn’t getting hard.
“Not gonna lie, you looked so hot I almost came in my pants. All innocent looking, nervous expression in your face when in reality, you are just a little slu—“
“Stop!” he says, fisting Taehyung’s shirt, “Are you going to keep talking or are you going to do something about it?”
Taehyung smirks, leaning in to give Jungkook’s bottom lip a little bite, “We still have to take care of your other nipple. Let’s see if I can make you moan louder.”
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They don’t really have where to go; Taehyung’s house is too far, too far for them to drive under the aroused cloud they were. That’s why the tattoo artist merely locks the door before pulling Jungkook closer.
“Taehyung!” Jungkook softly cries, body thudding against the door. A dull ache flies across his back, but he doesn’t have time to pay attention to that, as Taehyung’s lips press against his.
Moaning into his mouth, Jungkook let Taehyung set the punishing, almost bruising pace of their kiss. The entire time, Taehyung’s hands wander all over Jungkook’s body, the kiss slowly growing needy.
Quickly, the younger tries to take Taehyung’s shirt, while the other is struggling to yank down Jungkook’s pants. As soons as they got rid of all the unnecessary layers, the older bends down, trailing his nose against the outline of his collarbone after nuzzling into the crook of Jungkook’s neck.
He was so, so beautiful. All that muscle, extremely delicate - Taehyung couldn’t stop looking, mouth salivating at the thought of ruining all that milky skin. Gently pressing his thumb against Jungkook’s unpierced nipple, he flicks it, loving the way it hardens oh so quickly with just a lick, heart racing upon remembering the beautiful noise Jungkook had let out half an hour ago.
With Taehyung’s lips faintly ghosting across Jungkook’s flesh, the younger shudder at his actions. Taehyung nudges Jungkook’s nipple with the tip of his nose before he pulls one of them into his mouth.
And there it was; Jungkook’s mouth falls open, gorgeous and oh so delicious groans coming out of it.
“Is this what you want, doll?” Taehyung asks, his gaze flicking up to Jungkook. Swallowing thickly, Jungkook nods, a soft whine emanating from his throat as the older nudges his thighs apart. “A good fuck hm?”
"Taehyung- nnng- please" Jungkook groans again, back arching.
Finally guiding him to the stretcher , Taehyung lets him sit comfortably before leaning in like a predator, staring at him from head to toe. A devilish smirk appears on his face upon seeing Jungkook desperately trying to free himself of his pants.
As soon as Jungkook spread his legs to accommodate Taehyung’s body, the older licks his lips, taking in the sight of the dark spot of Jungkook’s underwear.
“You are so cute, doll” Taehyung murmurs, nuzzling Jungkook's thigh. “All tough looking but all you want is someone to take charge, hm? To take care of you...”
That, surprisingly, was true. Jungkook had been with several other partners that wouldn’t give a fuck about what he wanted and what he actually didn’t like. Apparently, Taehyung was different.
The tattoo artist leans forward, tongue poking up to lick at Jungkook’s underwear. Despite the barrier between Taehyung’s tongue and his cock, he can still taste Jungkook - his precum soaked deep into his underwear and for one second, Taehyung wants to laugh at how wrecked the boy already was - and he hadn’t done anything yet.
Jungkook whimpers in pleasure, involuntarily bucking into his face. Taehyung lets out a wicked grin before repeating the action. With small, practically non-existent licks, he teases Jungkook’s cock.
Repeatedly, Taehyung sucks and licks Jungkook’s tip, the teasing sensations slowly driving the younger to the brink of an orgasm. However, Jungkook can’t with all that teasing. “Stop teasing me,” he lowly whines, tugging at his hair.
“So demanding,” Taehyung scoffs. It’s incredible how comfortable they were with each other, despite the fact that they had met one hour ago. Taehyung felt like he could do whatever he wanted to; Jungkook would let him. ‘’Tell me… how do you feel about a few spanks?’’
He doesn’t get an answer, Jungkook merely grabs his hand while moaning out loud, pressing the palm against his meaty, strong thigh. A chuckle escapes Taehyung throat; they hadn’t done anything yet but he already knew this was going to be the best sex of his life.
Taehyung was eager, he wanted to see Jungkook wrecked with just his mouth. Minutes, seconds of sucking him off and strong spanks on his thigh, he finally, finally got what he wanted. Before Jungkook can stop himself, he whispers out Taehyung’s name, body on fire as his legs shake, spasming like crazy.
Looking at Taehyung’s eyes while he swallows Jungkook’s cum it’s too much. His whole body is shaking and he knows that’s his limit, but when Taehyung keeps on sucking him off, he can’t stop. His legs feel numb and like jelly and he’s completely certain that if it weren’t for Taehyung’s strong arms holding him in place, he would be on the ground, shivering and begging for more.
Jungkook, for one second, wants to stop, but he continues his actions, riding out his orgasm. He feels too sensitive, too raw and it’s beginning to hurt, but Jungkook can’t find the energy to push him away. Instead, he inhales heavily, trying to get his breathing back under control as he rides the after waves of his orgasm.
But then Taehyung is pressing his fingers on Jungkook’s rim, and the younger had no idea of how he managed to lube them up, but here they were. One finger inside, already brushing and massaging his prostate, making him moan like crazy and fuck - did he ever had someone paying this much attention to him?
Suddenly, without realizing, Jungkook starts to move his hips at the same speed as Taehyung’s fingers and then, it happens. He’s cumming again, almost immediately after his first orgasm.
It was harder this time, the constant stimulation of Jungkook’s prostate intensifying every tiny bit of pleasure he feels, along with Taehyung’s mouth on his dick. Jungkook cums so hard that it hurts as much as it feels good and once again, he calls for Taehyung.
“You did so good for me, doll. Cumming twice, hm? I bet you can do it again. Are you okay?” Taehyung asks as he kisses the other’s body and Jungkook can only nod, too tired to do anything else already. The tattoo artist pulls him closer, almost on his lap and caresses his hair.
“Holy fuck, that was-oh my God.” Jungkook giggles tiredly and Taehyung chuckles, shrugging a bit as he waits for Jungkook to get a hold of himself. One arm lazily travels up and down his back and Jungkook feels special, important even.
The calming, silence and relaxing time ends when Jungkook’s hand starts to slide down Taehyung’s chest to his crotch, massaging his cock through his jeans.
“I want you,” he whispers, nuzzling Taehyung’s throat. ‘’Want you everywhere, Tae.’’
Taehyung tilts his chin up and kisses him hard, making Jungkook moan as he tastes himself on his tongue before breaking the kiss, pressing his lips around his jaw.
“Get up, sweets, on your knees,” Taehyung urges.
Anticipation and confidence grows deep within Jungkook’s stomach and he finds himself practically crawling down the bed - if there was one thing Jungkook was proud of himself for, was sucking dick. He could have a fucking PhD when it comes to blowjobs.
Switching places, Jungkook watches as Taehyung casually sits on the stretcher and fuck. He was so hot; manspreading usually annoyed Jungkook to the bone, but seeing Taehyung do it? A major turn on. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the guy, it was like he demanded all the attention in the room - and Jungkook’s gonna give it to him.
Lazily, Taehyung starts unbuckling his belt, Jungkook’s eyes snapping to the movement. His long, beautiful fingers expertly undo the buckle, followed by the button of his jeans. With each second, Jungkook’s eagerness grows, his mouth practically salivating.
“Actually, stand up. I want you to fuck my throat” Jungkook say, making Taehyung let out a small groan.
He quickly kicks off his boxers before leaning against the wall. Jungkook’s eyes darken as he takes Taehyung in, in all his glory. The whole atmosphere seemed to be at his favor; the black and white walls contrasting with his golden skin, glistening with a thin layer of sweat. His not so muscular but firm and wide chest, and toned arms. And the tattoos… oh my God, the tattoos - Jungkook could cum just from looking at them.
Taehyung was his most sinful wet dream.
His thighs are thick, spread open and his cock stands proud. His cockhead is red and angry, and Jungkook swears he can see it twitch every now and then. The younger lowers himself onto his knees in between his legs, looking up at Taehyung as he palms at his dick. He was so hot and hard beneath Jungkook’s palm and so impossibly thick that even wrapped around his shaft, the younger’s fingers couldn’t touch each other.
He could definitely not wait to be teared apart.
Taehyung was leaking with precum, slicking his entire head and making Jungkook’s mouth water. He begins to pump the hand wrapped around his dick up and down his length. Taehyung lets out a shuddering groan as Jungkook’s wrist rubs his length, his thumb brushing against the slit.
It twitches under Jungkook’s touch, much like he had seen it do when he had sat down and Jungkook wants to smile at how much control he has right now. Something about Taehyung screamed dominance and control, but right now, Jungkook was living for the thought of making him fall apart with his mouth.
“Don’t tease me baby. You don’t want to know what happens after,” Taehyung threatens lightly and Jungkook can feel himself getting hard again.
Jungkook continues the languid pace, pressing soft kisses on his thick, tanned thighs, so close to his cock and yet so far. Taehyung watches Jungkook under half-lidded eyes, his gaze boring into Jungkook as the muscles in his jaw flexed. He raised his eyebrow slightly and Jungkook grinned, pressing another kiss onto his left thigh.
A string of precum began exuding out of his slit, thick and slightly translucent white and Jungkook brushed his thumb against it before bringing it to his lips, licking it. Taehyung’s throat vibrates in appreciation and Jungkook returned his hand to him, slowly fisting his massive cock up and down.
“I thought you were a good boy, Jungkook. Thought you wanted me to fuck your throat like a good little slut” Taehyung says simply and the younger can feel his own dick getting wetter and wetter.
He runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair before firmly grabbing the locks, tugging at them and bringing his face closer to his dick. With that simple moviment, he somehow has all the control back and Jungkook grips his dick harder, pumping him up and down once before sticking his tongue out and swirling it around the tip.
Taehyung’s fingers lightly tug at Jungkook’s locks again, making him open his mouth in response, jaw stretched and just about wide enough to take his head in. The younger holds himself there, lips sucking around the tip while continuously swirling his tongue.
His thick precum coats the other’s tongue and Jungkook know he’ll be tasting him for a while after they stop fucking - not that he minds it. Taehyung leans back slightly, pushing Jungkook’s head down further onto him while his own is thrown back and resting against the wall behind him.
Jungkook still got a few inches of his cock to go before he’s fully in his mouth. The sensitivity between Jungkook’s legs was also slowly subsiding and he squirmed slightly, wanting something to fill him up once again. Once he adjusted more of him in his mouth, Jungkook pushes himself down the final couple inches before his nose is pressed against the older’s abdomen. Jungkook lightly taps Taehyung’s thigh, letting him know that he was ready.
And then it begins.
Taehyung’s thighs flex and he thrusts up into Jungkook’s mouth. The younger gags slightly, reminding himself to breathe through his nose as he begins thrusting in and out of his throat. Taehyung starts slow, allowing Jungkook to get used to the feel of him slowly entering past the back of the other’s throat but before one can think, his pace increases and he’s fucking into Jungkook’s throat hard and deep. Jungkook’s finger nails dig into his thighs, leaving crescent shaped wells into his taught skin as Taehyung continues forcing himself down his throat.
Jungkook can feel him twitch and pulse in his mouth and knows he’s going to cum soon. One of the younger’s hands moves to play with his balls, slowly palming and rolling the sack in his hand. His pace falters slightly before he thrusts particularly hard, burying his cock as deep into Jungkook’s throat as he can. The younger gags and choke, tears sliding down his cheek.
And then he erupts. Jungkook hears him hiss and groan above him, hips lightly gyrating into his throat as his cock erupts. The younger tastes and feels his hot cum pump directly down his throat.
Taehyung’s fingers clench and unclench around his scalp as he comes back down from his high. Jungkook tries his best to swallow as much of his cum as he can, eyes shutting. Once he’s finally spent, Taehyung pulls Jungkook off of his cock and he begins licking up the remnant of his cum around his cock.
“Holy fuck,” Taehyung says as his hand moves to the nape of Jungkook’s neck and then he pulls the other in for a kiss.
There’s no biting, or teasing, or tongues lashing against each other. They both simply lock lips and fall into sync as if they were destined for each other.
He cups Jungkook’s face with one hand and holds him there, tongues dancing as he tastes himself on his own lips. The younger’s hands move into his hair, messing up his sweat soaked locks as he pulls Taehyung closer. Then the kiss breaks naturally as the two take a minute to catch their breaths.
“Are you ready? I need you inside me, please” Jungkook beg, the sensitivity in his dick and ass long forgotten.
Moving fast, Taehyung grabs the lube and smirks when he sees Jungkook practically crawling to his lap. “So beautiful, so delicious.”
The tip of his cock threatens to push into Jungkook and Taehyung groans when his hole flutters around it, spasming to try and draw him in. Taehyung’ buries his face into Jungkook's neck, his fingers grip his hips, digging into the flesh hard enough to leave bruises as he suckles the soft skin just under Jungkook’s ear, by the jaw.
The older rubs his head all over Jungkook's puffy hole, slowly sliding into it. Jungkook’s breath labours and his eyes screw shut at the stinging pain of Taehyung’s cock stretching him out. It hurts a lot worse than when he stretched Jungkook out with his three fingers but a lot less than if he hadn’t and if he wasn't as lubed as he were.
“Fuck Taehyung...” Jungkook winces out in pain and Taehyung’s fingers caress over the younger’s hips as he peppers tender kisses comfortingly on Jungkook’s shoulders.
“I’m sorry doll. I should have stretched again. Do we need to stop?” Taehyung asks and Jungkook shakes his head, not wanting to stop. He knows that once he’s in and adjusted it will all be fine, he just needs to get through the initial burn.
He bites his lip hard and chokes out a sob as the head finally squeezes into him with a pop. Taehyung leans back, his chest pressed tightly against Jungkook’s as he pulls the younger’s hips down slowly, lowering Jungkook onto his cock and filling him up.
A sob of both pain and pleasure breaks through Jungkook’s throat and he gasps in and out, breathing deeply as Taehyung pushes further and further into Jungkook.
“Fucking tight.” Taehyung says as he slowly begins to fuck into Jungkook.
He’s in as deep as he can go and his pace is slowly picking up as Jungkook’s walls adjust to him. The pain is slowly fading and the next time he dives into Jungkook, a cry of pleasure escapes from his throat. Jungkook’s hands move behind Taehyung to thread into his hair.
With every move, Taehyung’s pressing harder and harder than he had before. Jungkook gasps and whines with every movement; it’s all pleasure now, mixed with the pain. He was so thick, his blunt head pressing and rubbing against his prostate every time he pulled out and drove into Jungkook.
Taehyung begins grunting as he thrusts faster, harder into Jungkook. He forces the breath out of the younger’s lungs with each thrust. The pressure of Jungkook’s orgasm was once again building inside of him. The heat inside his belly began pooling once again, skin tingling and prickling with heat, toes curling.
“This is so fucking hot, doll. You’re so good to me. You see that? See how I stretch your little ass out? You’re cumming aren’t you? I can feel it.” Taehyung says, punctuating each of his words with a hard, well placed thrust against Jungkook’s prostate.
One of his hands moves to slide down Jungkook’s abdomen, not hesitating in grabbing his cock, stroking fast. Jungkook almost screams his name, too far gone to care if anyone can hear him now.
Taehyung’s fucking into him so hard and deep that Jungkook can’t focus on anything other than the feel of him buried as deep into him as he can go. The mixture of the thrusts with Taehyung’s wrist working fast, it’s the perfect one to make Jungkook go insane.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Taehyung says as he fucks Jungkook through his orgasm.
Jungkook’s hole clenches like crazy, his whole body shakes, while he can’t stop moaning Taehyung’s name, not caring if people can hear him and it just motivates Taehyung, his cock forcing Jungkook open even tho the other’s walls are trying to clench around him.
Jungkook rolls his hips on top of Taehyung as his thighs shake automatically with the remains of his orgasm. Taehyung slows down his thrusts before stopping all of a sudden. Jungkook gasps in for air, catching his breath and his eyes flutter open; he couldn’t even remember shutting them.
“Stand up and go to the wall,” Taehyung says, patting Jungkook’s ass and he does as he’s told.
Helping Jungkook stand up, Taehyung smirks at the shake of his body, knowing that he was successfully wrecking the boy. He grabs Jungkook by the hips once again and bends him over slightly.
Taehyung yanks Jungkook’s hair back, exposing his neck to him as he bruises it with more of his kisses. The younger is convinced that there’s no way he’d be able to hide any of his hickeys. He’s probably left them all over his neck and shoulders at this point.
He begins to thrust into Jungkook furiously, watching the way his ass jiggles with each one of his thrusts. One of Taehyung’s hands clutches Jungkook’s ass, the other keeping his body still as he fucks as deep, hard and fast into Jungkook as he can go.
The entire time, his lips are just by the younger’s neck, kissing and whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he ensures the other’s hole would never be the same again. Jungkook’s cock was red, his whole body aching, begging for him to stop. But the pleasure and pain he was feeling felt too good to just stop. He didn’t give a fuck if his legs were giving out or numb; he didn’t give a fuck if it hurt so bad because he had just cummed and was about to cum again.
But he felt like his body would give out if he came again.
That’s why he tries his best, clenching and thrusting back, everything he could do to make Taehyung cum as fast as he can.
“Fuck, I’m close doll,” Taehyung groans out and Jungkook silently thank the heavens as he continue his efforts. He’s practically running on fumes at this point, but the oncoming orgasm paired with Taehyung’s keeps Jungkook going.
He clenches repeatedly and Taehyung groans, gripping Jungkook’s hips and starting to fuck into him so fast and hard that his balls start slapping against Jungkook’s. The added stimulation has Jungkook hurtling into his next and hopefully last orgasm.
He had already lost count of the amount of times Taehyung had made him cum. His huge cock pushes Jungkook over the edge and once again Jungkook starts crying and sobbing, his palms clenching into fists. Tears once again pool into his eyes and he’s crying freely.
“Oh my-fuck!” Jungkook moans loudly.
Taehyung feels Jungkook clenching painfully against his cock and groans. His rhythm falters, hips start moving sloppily, rutting deep into Jungkook as he cums. He bucks on top of Jungkook, pulling the younger’s hips closer to him, his face buried in his neck as he grunts and moans throatily.
Jungkook barely registers what is happening, too tired and yet focused on Taehyung’s cock and the way his skin prickles, the way his toes curl, the way his eyes roll into the back and the way he’s shaking.
Taehyung holds him tightly to him and with one last thrust he buries himself as deep into Jungkook as he can go. He cums so much that the younger can feel it flood back out of Jungkook with each and every one of his smaller thrusts. When he’s finally done, Taehyung slowly pulls out of Jungkook and the other moans at the feel of him dripping out of him.
He finally lets Jungkook’s propped-up leg go, instead practically carrying the boy back to bed, laying on top of him. Taehyung’s free hand pushes his fingers into Jungkook’s hole, pushing his cum in and out of it and Jungkook hiss at the action as the older plays with the cum inside of him.
They stare at each other as Taehyung sticks his fingers inside Jungkook’s mouth, feeding him his cum. Jungkook eagerly swirls his tongue around his fingers, sucking his digits. Taehyung groans before pulling his fingers out. “Fucking God, this was amazing.” he whispers against Jungkook’s mouth, kissing him gently.
“I think i’m dead.”
Laughing, the older throws himself on the bed, watching with hungry eyes the mess they’ve made.
“I’m serious. I can see the light.” Jungkook says, giggling tiredly.
Taehyung smiles, ‘’Don’t be dram-’’
‘’What the fuck?!’’ Hoseok’s voice is loud, his fists banging on the door. ‘’I can’t believe you fucked. Jeon Jungkook, get ou-’’
‘’So… would you like to go out with me sometime?’’ Taehyung asks, cheeks red as if he hadn’t fucked the life out of Jungkook thirty seconds ago. ‘’You can say no, it’s just… this was too good to be a one time thing, so if you-’’
Jungkook shuts him up with a kiss, which was supposed to be just a peck, but soon Taehyung was pulling him closer again and they were making out. ‘’I would love to.’’
‘’Who knew you being a naughty little baby would do so much, hm?’’ he teases, receiving a slap on his chest.
‘’Shut up, I’m not naugh-’’
‘’Jungkook and Taehyung! Get out of there right now!’’