For his first year of university, Jeongkook expects sex. If he was honest with himself, it's one of the things he looked forward to.
What he doesn't expect, is to become fuck buddies with the first person he hooks up with.
It starts at a party that Namjoon drags him to, a week after university starts. One with dancing bodies, packed thick into a house and music pounding from the speakers and free alcohol. Jeongguk is ecstatic.
It's probably his own fault, but Jeongguk wants to blame it on the alcohol. It makes that gentle, hazy fire burn under his skin, slow but demanding. Namjoon wasn't at his side anymore, he lost him somewhere between the second drink and Jeongguk is honestly feeling a little lonely, fingers tapping against the edge of the table as his eyes roam over the dance floor. Bodies packed tight, bare skin flashing under the lights, covered by the glistening sheen of sweat. Jeongguk swipes his tongue to wet his lips, and he can't ignore the heat simmering under his stomach.
It's not long when he sees him. He doesn't stand out too much, not bright and flashy like the girl’s shimmering dresses, but there's no denying that he's beautiful. His movements are sure and fluid, hips rolling like the steady stream of water. Denim stretches over strong thighs, and Jeongguk traces the curves of his body, from the span of shoulders, to the glistening skin on his neck before moving up to his face. He's smiling, sweet and seductive and sure, eyes lidded with dark eyeliner, lips a dark red.
He catches Jeongguk staring, and flashes just the hint of teeth. It's easy after that.
He lets Jeongguk weave through the bodies. He lets Jeongguk wrap his fingers around his waist, pulling their chests flush against each other. He lets Jeongguk pull him close enough to smell the intoxicating tang of cologne, and lets him grind their hips together, rushed and heady and Jeongguk watches him gasp,the fire in his stomach burns. And when Jeongguk wraps fingers around his chin, he lets Jeongguk drag him into a kiss that's messy, and hot and wet. Tongues and teeth and soft nips and breathy gasps.
"Yeah." The boy mutters. "We should do more of that." His voice, a gentle scrape along his neck.
And Jungkook doesn't complain, still dizzy on the taste of the boy's lips against his. So, he follows along as the boy drags him up into one the rooms.
His first hook-up of the year is on a scratchy, pink blanket. Jeongguk vaguely wonders how anyone could sleep on that thing, but the thought completely veers off into strings of curses when the boy drags him into another heady kiss and shoves a hand down his pants.
"What's your name?" The boy rasps when their clothes are a mess on the floor and Jeongguk really doesn't think it's a good question to ask when you have two fingers up someone's ass, but oh well.
"Jeongguk." he gasps, the word soon trailing off into a litany of moans.
"I'm Taehyung." the boy smiles, as his fingers curve, finding Jeongguk's prostate, making his back arch with a drawn out moan. "Nice to meet you."
That's the name Jeongguk moans out as Taehyung fucks him hard into the mattress, hands gripping his hips hard enough to bruise, nails digging into his skin. And when Taehyung leans over to fist his cock, messy and fast, it's not long before Jeongguk comes with a drawn out groan, trails of Taehyung's name falling from his lips.
Taehyung comes soon after and Jeongguk watches as his neck arches back, gasping out a soft, breathy moan. Afterwards, when Taehyung pulls out, Jeongguk almost expects him to leave right there and then.
But he doesn't and gently mouths at Jeongguk's chin, an arm slung across his chest. "So, Jeongguk." Taehyung mumbles against his skin, eyelashes curving down to his cheek. "We should do this again." Jeongguk can feel him smile as he nips lazily at his chin.
In retrospect, it probably wasn't a good idea. But, Taehyung's mouth is so wet and hot, and Jeongguk kind of already misses those hands on him.
"Mm." Jeongguk agrees dazedly.
Taehyung seems content with that, and Jeongguk arches his neck as his lips leave a trail of wet biting kisses down the smooth expanse of his neck, fingers pressed against his collarbones, thumbing at his cheek. Jeongguk can feel himself getting hard again, and reaches to tangle his fingers in Taehyung's hair, and is totally ready to go a second round- until he hears Taehyung laugh and the wet heat of his mouth is gone, and Jeongguk almost whines. Almost.
Jeongguk watches as Taehyung moves away, leaning down to scramble for his clothes, a hand reaching into his pant pocket to pluck out his phone, fingers flitting across the screen as Jeongguk says his number.
“I’ll call you.” Taehyung says as he pulls on his hoodie and with a sweet kiss to his cheek and a blinding smile he's out the door, leaving Jeongguk naked, legs sprawled and still half hard.
He almost feels a little sad, until he remembers the number he left.
Jeongguk stares at his phone for a while, and wonders if he'll call.
Jeongguk doesn't actually expect Taehyung to call. It was just a hook-up really. They both got what they wanted; it was just casual, mind blowing sex.
And if he did jerk off to a pretty boy with eyeliner and light hair a few times, well, nobody will really know.
So when Jeongguk gets a call a week later in the late afternoon, it's surprising to say the least. He doesn't expect it to be Taehyung and when he hears a smooth and scarily familiar hello, he almost drops the phone.
"You okay there?" his voice is smooth and deep, and oh god Jeongguk remembers.
"Um yeah." Jeongguk says, clutching the phone to his ear. "I just wasn't expecting you to call."
"I said I would didn't I?" Taehyung says, and Jeongguk doesn't know how he does it, but his voice drops and it makes Jeongguk clutch the phone closer, heart hammering in his chest, loud in his ears.
"Yeah." Jeongguk breathes. "What do you want?"
He hears Taehyung laugh. It's a sweet sound. "Let's get coffee." he says.
"Okay?" Jeongguk says. He doesn't exactly want coffee, but he doesn't say that.
Spoiler: They don't actually end up getting coffee.
Jeongguk arrives at Taehyung's dorm an hour later, and when Taehyung opens the door, hair a mess, an oversized t shirt slipping past his shoulder, collarbones peeking out from the hem; the words Jeongguk were about to say, get lost somewhere along dirty thoughts and the curve of Taehyung's jaw.
"Um." Jeongguk says intelligently.
"Hey." Taehyung says, and his eyes curve when he smiles. "Come in." Jeongkook doesn't miss the way his eyes scrape down his body with something akin to want.
The second Jeongguk steps in, Taehyung has his hands on him, pushing him against the door as it slams shut, kissing him fast and deep, fingers shoving under his shirt, tongue pushing into his mouth. Jeongguk can only moan and give in, curling his fingers in Taehyung's hair, and god it's only been a week but he has missed this.
"Oh fuck you're so..." Taehyung mutters between open mouthed kisses as Jeongguk shucks off his shirt, Taehyung stares unabashedly before leaning in to mouth biting kisses across his chest, Jeongguk's skin flushing a bright red as Taehyung's teeth scrape up, across his collarbones, down to his torso and then sinking down to his knees.
"Fuck." Jeongguk breathes, as Taehyung palms his crotch, before shucking his jeans into a crinkling mess at his knees. It's a bit uncomfortable but Jeongguk soon forgets, because then Taehyung's mouth is on him, and it's hot and wet and if not for Taehyung pushing him into the door, his knees may have buckled.
Jeongguk's hands tremble as they wrap around Taehyung's hair, hips jerking slightly as Taehyung sucks him off, deep and dirty, and when Jeongguk leans down to watch, Taehyung's cheeks are hollowed, red dusting his cheeks, and he has his boxers shucked down, fucking himself into his own hand.
And that sight enough is for Jeongguk to gasp, fingers clenching tightly in his hair. 'I'm.. your mouth, 'm going to come." he gasps. And soon, Jeongguk does, with a sharp groan, fingers tight, legs trembling. Taehyung swallows it all in one smooth move, and Jeongguk watches through sated eyelids as his adams apple bobs.
Taehyung still hasn't come yet, so Jeongguk leans down to push Taehyung to the floor, replacing his hand with his own, and jerking him off, messy and rushed and sloppy, and Taehyung comes with a broken thrust of his hips and teeth biting into his shoulder.
They lie there for a while, before Taehyung gives his shoulder a soft shove and with a groan, Jeongguk gets up, knees pressed against either side of Taehyung, who stares up at him with a slow,sleepy smile. "I thought we were getting coffee." Jeongguk says.
"Yeah?" Taehyung grins. "I like this better."
Jeongguk rolls his eyes. "What is ‘this’? Is it a thing now?"
"It's whatever you want it to be." And his voice is dirty and dark, practically dripping with sex.
"So," Jeongguk says as he hovers over Taehyung. "We're fucking now?"
"I hope so." Taehyung says as he pulls Jeongguk closer, until their noses are brushing. "Because, now I want to ride you."