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Jungkook lets his pencil lead slide over the blank page of his sketchbook. He should be working on his essay right now, that’s what he came to the library for. But, instead, he lets his mind wander, lets his heart speak a truth that he’s kept hidden for the past six months. His truth.
Black line after black line, Jungkook draws the one who makes his heart beat faster, who makes butterflies flutter inside of his chest, who makes his cheeks flush every time he calls him pup . Kim Taehyung. The alpha that he loves with every fiber of his being. The alpha that he probably shouldn’t love, but that he can’t forget, no matter how hard he tries sometimes.
The more Jungkook sketches Taehyung, the more his heart constricts in his chest. It almost hurts to draw the lines of him, because it reminds Jungkook that he’ll never be able to touch his golden skin with his fingertips, to kiss the moles that adorn it one after the other, to feel those petal pink lips under his. He’ll never be able to be close to Taehyung the way he wants to be. He’ll never be able to cuddle with him, to feel his warmth surround him like a blanket, to get lost in his chestnut eyes for days. Never.
Jungkook sighs as he uses his thumb to cast a shadow on Taehyung’s cheek with the speckles of graphite laying on the paper. It almost feels as if he is caressing it softly, tenderly. It almost feels as if he can feel the softness of Taehyung’s skin under the pad of his finger. But that’s something that can’t happen outside of his reveries.
Because Taehyung is the alpha, the one everyone wants, the one everyone drools over. So why would he choose another alpha? Why would he choose him , when he can have anybody else?
Jungkook knows that it’s probably stupid, to have fallen so hard for someone who only sees him as his best friend’s baby brother. He knows. But he can’t control the way his heart reacts to Taehyung, the way it beats to the rhythm of his name every hour, every second of every day. He just can’t.
It’s hard. Because Taehyung is Jungkook’s first love. Oh, he dated in high school, had boyfriends before, but none of them rendered him prisoner of their love like Taehyung did. None. It’s only after having met Taehyung, after having got to know him, that Jungkook realized what it was like to truly fall in love.
It’s so easy to fall for Taehyung. He is beautiful, inside and out. He can make Jungkook smile, and laugh, in seconds even during his gloomy days. He can make Jungkook feel warm, safe and protected, just by being by his side. He can make Jungkook feel like he’s the only one that matters when he looks into Jungkook’s doe eyes. And his scent…
Taehyung’s scent drives Jungkook wild, and calms him at the same time. Jungkook is addicted to it, to that sugary note of honey that oozes from him. It’s sweet, just like Taehyung. It’s also the sexiest smell ever, in Jungkook’s opinion, a smell that he can’t get enough of, that he won’t ever get enough of. He wishes he could sniff it directly from Taehyung’s scent glands, rub his nose in the crook of his neck, plant a kiss there and inhale deeply. But he can’t. Scenting is too intimate. Only couples and mates do it. And Taehyung and Jungkook? They’re… to be honest, Jungkook doesn’t know what they are.
They’re not friends, per se. But they’re something . Otherwise, they wouldn’t spend so much time together. And, okay, most of the time, Jimin—Jungkook’s older brother—is there too, but still, there are instances where Jungkook and Taehyung are alone together.
These stolen moments are Jungkook’s favorites. When they go to the movies together. When they go to the comic books store together. When they study in Jimin and Taehyung’s dorm together. It’s not grand, it’s not mind-blowing, but, little by little, these moments have wormed their way into Jungkook’s heart and made it beat harder, faster, whenever Taehyung was around. And, slowly, Jungkook has learned to cherish them, to cherish having Taehyung all to himself.
It’s what brought them closer, what made them talk about anything and everything. It’s what made Jungkook fall down the rabbit hole. There’s no escaping what he feels now, no turning back. He’s truly, madly, deeply in love with Taehyung. Taehyung who understands him, who listens to him, who doesn’t make fun of him for being… different from all the other alphas, for being too sweet, too kind, too weak . Taehyung has slowly become Jungkook’s safe place, even more so than his own brother. Taehyung has slowly become Jungkook’s everything. His wet dream, yes, but more than that, his dream mate .
Jungkook can imagine himself growing old by Taehyung’s side, can imagine them building a family of their own, can imagine them being happy together, forever. His romantic side can’t stop thinking about how perfectly they would fit. It’s a kind of magic, how well they get along already. And it makes hope bloom in Jungkook’s fragile heart.
Jungkook stops the movements of his pencil and looks down at his drawing. He can’t help the small smile that curls his lips as his gaze falls on Taehyung. God, he’s so whipped! And he—
“Oh, fuck!”
Jungkook groans under his breath as a hot flash of pain ties his stomach in knots. He feels sweat starting to drip from his temples, down his spine, and he knows he's doomed.
“Not now,” Jungkook whines.
His rut wasn’t supposed to start for another week. He had time to take his suppressants and now… Now, it’s too late. He’ll have to endure yet another rut, alone. But he doesn’t want to be alone, he wants to spend it in Taehyung’s arms, to feel the alpha’s body against his, to feel his cock inside him.
His wolf howls inside of him, as if calling for Taehyung, to come and get him, to come and fuck him. Jungkook grits his teeth and closes his eyes, willing for his wolf to not cry out after the other alpha. It hurts so bad, knowing that he can’t spend his rut with Taehyung, no matter how much he wants it, how much he craves the alpha’s touch.
Jungkook knows that it would be blissful, to give himself to Taehyung, to have the alpha take him, claim him, ruin him. But he also knows that Taehyung doesn’t want him the way Jungkook does.
Sometimes, Jungkook sees something in Taehyung’s eyes that makes him believe that, maybe, there’s a chance for his feelings to be returned. But he thinks that’s just him taking his desires for reality and tries to forget about the sparks that light up Taehyung’s eyes whenever they land on him, or the smiles that curl his lips whenever he speaks to him. So soft, so tender. Like a lover’s murmur of I love you . Pure fantasy.
Quickly, Jungkook puts his sketchbook and his pencil case in his backpack before fleeing out of the library. As he walks across campus, he slips, he feels it. Jungkook doesn’t fight his instincts, he knows it’s useless. That’s why he ignores what would be the right thing to do, which is going to his dorm, picking up some clothes before going to lock himself in one of the rut rooms they have on campus for the next two to three days.
Instead, Jungkook takes the opposite direction and walks towards his brother’s dorm. It might be a stupid move, he’s aware of that. But his wolf whines for him to be close to who he considers his pack members, his brother, and Taehyung . It doesn’t want to be alone, at least not during his pre-rut, which will last for a few hours. It wants to be taken care of, to be pampered , and Jungkook knows that his brother won’t reject his need of affection, of contact. Jimin will be here for him, just like he always has.
Once Jungkook gets to the dorm, he punches in the code to let himself inside, knowing that nobody will open for him, because Taehyung is still at football practice for at least another hour, and Jimin won’t be back until 8 pm, after his last class of the day.
As soon as he closes the door behind him, Taehyung’s scent hits Jungkook’s nose. A moan tears its way through Jungkook’s throat, a moan he can’t contain.
Jungkook feels hot as he lets his backpack fall to the floor and takes his shoes off. His whole body is burning, burning with want, with need, for an alpha who is not even there. He forgets all about Jimin’s scent that also permeates the air, a scent he is familiar with, a scent that usually brings him comfort, a scent he was seeking to help him get through his pre-rut. Because Taehyung’s honey scent is stronger than the beta’s and draws Jungkook towards his side of the room.
Jungkook finds a hoodie on Taehyung’s bed and he can’t help the way his trembling fingers wrap around the yellow fabric, can’t help the way he brings it to his nose and inhales deeply. When Taehyung’s scent fills his nostrils, Jungkook whimpers. That’s it. That’s what he needs right now.
Swiftly, Jungkook peels off his sweater and puts on Taehyung’s hoodie, letting himself drown in his scent, bathe in honey. He brings the collar to his nose, unable to do anything but to smell Taehyung’s scent embedded in the soft fabric. His own jasmine scent spikes when a wave of arousal washes over him as the honey seeps through his whole body. Comfort. Safety. Want . Jungkook feels dizzy, cock hardening in his boxer briefs.
“Tae…” he whines.
Jungkook wishes Taehyung were here with him, to cuddle him, to kiss him, to make love to him. But Taehyung is not. And even if he was, he wouldn’t touch Jungkook, not in the way Jungkook needs him to.
Taehyung is not his. Even if Jungkook is convinced that Taehyung is made for him, just like he is made for Taehyung, the alpha never hinted that he could like him that way too.
“I love you,” Jungkook murmurs as his fists bunch up the fabric of Taehyung’s hoodie.
Jungkook can’t fight his feelings, can’t deny what his heart desires, because loving Taehyung is like breathing to him. It feels so right. It doesn’t feel like it’s a mistake, to fall deeper, and deeper, and deeper for Taehyung each brand new day. It doesn’t. So Jungkook lets himself love Taehyung, lets his feelings grow for the alpha, no matter how dangerous it is, no matter the heartbreak he will go through when Taehyung starts dating someone who is not him. He loves.
Jungkook looks at Taehyung’s bed, at the fluffy pillows, the rumpled sheets, the crumpled blanket, the clothes forgotten on top of it and he can’t resist. Later, he’ll probably blame it on his feverish state, on his blurry mind. Later. For now, he doesn’t care what it looks like, what it really means, when he climbs into Taehyung’s bed and starts building a nest out of the apha’s blanket and clothes like an omega would do.
And when Jungkook lays down in the middle of his nest, when his head hits Taehyung’s pillow, he lets out a contented sigh. Here, surrounded by Taehyung’s honey scent, he feels at home.
Jungkook closes his eyes and buries his nose into Taehyung’s pillow. His body hurts, but a little less since he nestled under Taehyung’s blanket and clothes. The alpha’s scent soothes him. Jungkook knows though, that it’s not enough, that, soon, his rut is going to fully bloom and that he’s going to have to leave this bed. He doesn’t want to. He likes the smell that wafts through his nose, the smell of his and Taehyung’s scent combined. Jasmine and honey. A perfect mix that makes his head spin, and his heart somersault in his chest.
“Alpha…” Jungkook whispers before burying his nose into Taehyung’s pillow even deeper.
Jungkook can’t help the needy sounds that slip past his lips when Taehyung’s scent fills his nostrils, can’t help the way his cock hardens even more in his briefs. He has half a mind to get rid of his jeans and fuck himself on Taehyung’s bed, but he won’t. He already feels bad for invading Taehyung’s space like that, for tainting his bed and clothes, for making the dorm reek of him and his pheromones.
Jungkook knows that, even when he leaves, his scent will linger behind him, embedded in Taehyung’s sheets, in Taehyung’s hoodie, on his blanket. Everywhere. There’s nothing he can do about it, and he should have thought this through a little bit more. Now, he’ll have to face Taehyung after having nested on his bed, after having let his scent permeate the air, alongside the alpha’s and Jimin’s. Jimin will know too. And Jungkook doesn’t know how his brother will react to what he did.
Jimin has always been the most insightful between them two. So he might have a clue about Jungkook’s feelings for Taehyung. There’s no way he hasn’t noticed Jungkook blushing and giggling nervously like a high school girl every time he’s near Taehyung, or talking to him. He must have picked up on Jungkook’s erratic heartbeat everytime Taehyung so much as smiles at him. Yes, Jimin probably knows.
Jungkook is royally fucked. But he can’t bring himself to think that he made a mistake by coming here, by nesting on Taehyung’s bed, not when it feels so right, not when it feels like he belongs. It’s foolish to let himself think things like that, but he doesn’t care anymore. He’s going to have to face Taehyung, to face his feelings, maybe not today, but soon enough, and he won’t be anything but honest about it, no matter the rejection that will follow. It will hurt, but he knows he can’t go on like this, pining after an alpha who will most likely never want him back.
Jungkook feels a tear wet his eyelashes before rolling down his cheek. Fuck, he’s not supposed to cry. But he finds himself sniffling in Taehyung’s pillow as his heart squeezes inside his chest the more he thinks of Taehyung and how he’s going to be repulsed by him for what he did. An alpha doesn’t make a whole nest in another alpha’s bed just to feel better during his pre-rut. That’s… unheard of. Yet, here Jungkook is, doing exactly that.
Jungkook wipes away the treacherous tear, and the following one, and the one after that, before he sighs as they seem to stop from falling. He should have been stronger than his instincts, should have not followed his heart, his needs . But he did and now, he created a mess that nothing can erase.
“I’m sorry,” Jungkook mumbles.
Jungkook feels fear seep through him. Fear that, after this, Taehyung will never want to see him or speak to him again. Fear that the alpha will not understand why he did what he did, why he needed to do it, why it felt so natural to come here, to chase after his scent just to feel a little bit better, just to feel like he wasn’t alone. And yes, he’s scared, his wolf is whining inside of him, pitiful. He doesn’t want to lose Taehyung, ever. He can just hope that the alpha will forgive him.
Thoughts of Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung , start clouding Jungkook’s mind. And, slowly, Jungkook falls asleep, lulled by the voice of an imaginary Taehyung whispering words of reassurance to him, words of I will never let you go , words of I love you . Unconsciously, a smile curls Jungkook’s lips as he inhales Taehyung’s scent directly from his pillow, as he lets himself bask in the sugary fragrance. It feels good, so good, and he doesn’t want to wake up. Everything is better in his dreams. Because, there, he can be with Taehyung.
The clock ticks, but Jungkook is unaware of the time passing by. He’s lost in another world, a world where his alpha loves him back, where his alpha is holding him tight, enveloping him in his scent and kissing his nape tenderly. It’s heavenly, and Jungkook, not for the first time, wishes it was true.
In his feverish state, Jungkook can almost feel Taehyung’s fingers running through his hair and pushing his inky black strands behind his ear; can almost feel his forehead being kissed tenderly; can almost feel Taehyung’s hot breath fanning his face. Oh, how he wants for Taehyung to be there with him, for Taehyung to take care of him. He whines in his sleep, knowing full well that it’s not going to happen.
Jungkook’s hands ball themselves into tiny little fists around the fabric of Taehyung’s pillow and hoodie.
“Cute,” a deep, velvety voice breathes out.
Jungkook scrunches his nose when a fresh wave of honey hits it. He wants to bury his nose into the source of the scent he loves so much. Blindly, he lets go of Taehyung’s pillow to reach out for what—or who—is exuding honey. He comes in contact with something soft—another hoodie. He doesn’t hesitate before fisting the fabric and pulling on it. A chuckle is heard in the otherwise silence of the dorm and the hand that was in his hair glides on his cheek, cupping it, thumb caressing Jungkook’s cheekbone slowly, softly.
“What do you want, pup?”
“Alpha… Tae… Want…” Jungkook whimpers brokenly.
“I’m here.”
A fleeting kiss is left on Jungkook’s nose, and he sighs.
“I wish you were real,” Jungkook murmurs, feeling treacherous tears gather in his eyes again.
“I am real.”
“You’re not. Taehyung would never—”
“Never what?” the voice asks softly, a whisper in Jungkook’s ear that makes him shiver.
And it’s when he’s about to answer that Jungkook opens his eyes and sees Taehyung, kneeled beside the bed, close, so close that if Jungkook moved only an inch closer, he would be able to seal his lips over Taehyung’s.
Jungkook gasps when he takes in Taehyung, dressed in a well worn hoodie and jeans, big chestnut eyes looking straight at him, and a secretive smile playing on his lips. God, the alpha is so gorgeous, so everything I’ll ever want , that it makes Jungkook’s head spin.
“Never thought I’d come back from practice to find you in my bed,” Taehyung teases.
“I—”
Jungkook looks down, ashamed, but the hand that is still on his cheek lifts his head back up.
“You’re not mad?” Jungkook asks in a tiny voice.
“Why would I be mad?”
“B-because…” Jungkook stutters. “Because I’m in your bed, in a middle of a fucking nest, wearing your hoodie and—”
“And that’s fucking adorable,” Taehyung cuts him off, his thumb grazing over Jungkook’s soft skin.
Jungkook blinks.
“Adorable?”
“Yeah.”
“But… Don’t you find it creepy?”
“No. I find it flattering that you chose my bed to crash in while you’re in pre-rut.”
Taehyung’s hand moves and his fingers thread into Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook leans into the touch, letting out a soft moan as Taehyung plays with his long, dark strands. Taehyung groans softly as the sound leaves Jungkook’s lips, and Jungkook shudders .
“How do you feel?” Taehyung asks, concern laced in his baritone voice.
“Hot.”
Taehyung chuckles. He lifts his free hand and lets the back of it fall on Jungkook’s forehead. Another shiver wracks through Jungkook’s body when the cool skin of Taehyung’s hand meets his own heated and sweaty skin. It feels good, so good, to be touched by the other alpha, to feel what it’s like to have Taehyung’s hands on him. It’s soft, it’s tender. And Jungkook wonders what it would be like if Taehyung touched him in a more sexual way, how rough his hands could be on him, the imprints they could leave in their wake.
“You’re burning up.”
Taehyung’s voice brings Jungkook out of his unholy thoughts, and he tries to focus on Taehyung’s eyes again. They’re so beautiful. Chestnut in color, with little specks of gold dancing around the irises. He could drown in them. And the way Taehyung looks at him, adoration dripping from his irises… it makes Jungkook ache for something more.
“Let me get a wet cloth to put on your forehead.”
When Taehyung makes a move to stand up, Jungkook’s hand darts out from under the pillow to curl around Taehyung’s hoodie sleeve.
“Stay,” he murmurs.
Taehyung smiles softly at him, hand coming to cup his cheek yet again, thumb grazing the little scar Jungkook has on his cheekbone.
“I’ll be back in a minute, pup. I’m not leaving the dorm. I’m not leaving you , okay?”
Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip, before nodding.
“Okay.”
Taehyung leans forward to leave a kiss on the tip of Jungkook’s nose, before standing up and going to the bathroom. Jungkook sighs as he feels himself blush, as he feels Taehyung’s warmth dissipate around him. He wants the alpha to stay close, close, close ; wants Taehyung all over him.
When Taehyung comes back, he kneels beside the bed yet again, before putting a wet cloth on Jungkook’s forehead, eliciting another sigh from the young alpha.
“Feels good?” Taehyung inquires.
“Yeah,” Jungkook replies hoarsely.
What feels good is Taehyung being near him. What feels good is Taehyung’s voice, Taehyung’s scent, Taehyung’s touch. What feels good is not being alone, because the one he loves is there with him, taking care of him just like his heart yearned for.
“What can I do to help you?” Taehyung questions.
Jungkook nibbles on his bottom lip for a while, not knowing if he should say what he really wants, what he really needs. Then, Taehyung smiles at him, and it makes his heart skip a beat or two.
“I’ll do anything,” Taehyung adds in a whisper when Jungkook’s silence drags on.
Anything . It awakens muted desires inside Jungkook. Desires of Taehyung making love to him, of Taehyung kissing him like he means it, of Taehyung touching him, marking him, claiming him. It’s a dangerous thing to say.
“Stay with me. Please.”
Taehyung nods, before his lips brush Jungkook’s cheek.
“I’ll stay with you. I promise.”
Jungkook’s wolf howls in happiness, and a small smile graces Jungkook’s lips at knowing that Taehyung won’t leave him.
“Thank you, Tae.”
“There’s nothing to thank me for.”
Taehyung draws back, but he stays so close that his hot breath fans across Jungkook’s face. Jungkook can’t help but think that they’ve never been this close before, that Taehyung has never kissed him before like he did just now. It feels so right, so right that Jungkook wants more, more, more .
“Can you…” Jungkook starts but cuts himself off in the middle of his question.
“Can I what?”
“Nevermind.”
“Tell me, pup.”
And Taehyung’s voice is so gentle, so mellow, that Jungkook’s resolve to not say another word crumbles under the demand.
“Can you hug me?” Jungkook asks shyly.
“You want me to hug you?”
“Yeah. I need… I need you closer,” Jungkook admits, cheeks ablaze.
Taehyung smiles, a big boxy smile that awakens the butterflies roaming in Jungkook’s stomach.
“Okay,” Taehyung simply says before standing up.
Jungkook gets rid of the wet cloth he has on his forehead and moves under the blanket to make room for Taehyung. Even then, the bed is small, and with his nest taking up almost all the space, he knows that he and Taehyung are going to be glued together. It makes him feel even hotter, just thinking about it.
Taehyung climbs into bed slowly until he’s laying under the blanket with Jungkook. One of his arms drapes itself around Jungkook’s waist and brings Jungkook closer to him, until their legs intertwine, until their foreheads touch.
“Is this okay?” Taehyung asks in a raw whisper.
It’s more than okay , Jungkook wants to say despite his raging heartbeat. He only nods, not trusting his voice right now.
“Words, pup.”
“It’s okay.”
“Good.”
Taehyung leaves another kiss on Jungkook’s forehead. Jungkook closes his eyes under the fleeting touch, heart somersaulting in his chest. He can’t get enough of Taehyung kissing him like that, and will never get enough of Taehyung kissing him like that. But he can’t help but wonder what it means, if it means anything, if Taehyung likes him too. Because, why would he be so affectionate if he didn’t feel anything for Jungkook? He’s not the type to go around kissing people, he’s not the type to cuddle them either. But he’s doing it with Jungkook, and it drives Jungkook crazy.
“You smell so good,” Taehyung murmurs, voice deep, gravelly, nose buried into Jungkook’s locks. “So sweet.”
A shiver licks at Jungkook’s spine as the words leave Taehyung’s mouth. He can’t believe he just heard that, can’t believe that Taehyung likes his scent. It could mean so much…
“You too,” Jungkook whispers.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook replies, opening his eyes only to be met with Taehyung’s own.
His breath is taken away when he realizes that Taehyung’s eyes became gold, a sign that his alpha reached the surface.
“Can I scent you?” Taehyung asks.
Jungkook gasps.
“You want to scent me ?”
“Always wanted to do it.”
Taehyung noses at Jungkook’s cheek and Jungkook takes a sharp intake of air, heart pounding fast in the swell of his ribcage.
“Always wanted to know what your scent mixed with mine would smell like.”
Oh. Oh .
Without saying anything, Jungkook bares his neck in front of Taehyung. He hears the alpha growl at the submissive gesture, and closes his eyes when Taehyung dives in.
It’s softly, that Taehyung rubs his nose on the expanse of skin going from Jungkook’s neck to his shoulder. Jungkook can feel him inhale his scent, can feel the deep, satisfied rumble that flies out of Taehyung’s chest as he does.
“Fuck, angel,” Taehyung groans, and Jungkook squirms in his hold, unable to contain the reaction of his body to the sensual sound, to the petname that slipped past Taehyung’s lips.
“Tae…” Jungkook whines, a hand coming to thread into Taehyung’s hair, to keep him close, to keep him right here .
Taehyung tenderly rubs his nose on Jungkook’s scent gland, where he is the most sensitive and vulnerable. It draws quiet, little whimpers from the young alpha whose skin breaks out in goosebumps under Taehyung’s touch. Jungkook’s scent spikes, becoming even more sweet, even more inviting .
“Alpha,” Jungkook breathes out, feeling his cock twitch in his jeans.
Jungkook has half a mind to grind against Taehyung’s thigh, to search for some friction, for some relief, but he stays still. He doesn’t want to break the moment. Just wants to bask in the closeness, in the warmth, in the shivers that run down his spine as Taehyung scents him.
“You’ll be the death of me,” Taehyung rasps before licking and kissing the patch of skin right above Jungkook’s scent gland.
Jungkook arches his back, trying to get closer to Taehyung—if that’s even possible—when the latter starts to nibble on his skin. His fingers dig deeper into the alpha’s hair and grab at it harshly, which draws out a low grunt from Taehyung. It’s blissful, to feel Taehyung’s teeth like that, to feel his tongue lap at Jungkook’s unblemished skin. It’s as if he’s going to mark Jungkook. And that has every inch of Jungkook’s body fucking tingling. Throbbing. Burning .
“Taehyung… Need—”
“Shh, I know.”
And Jungkook believes him. Knows that Taehyung is— has —all the answers to his plea. Knows it when Taehyung withdraws from his neck to look at him in a way he never has before, like he wants to claim, to possess, to love .
“Let me help you feel better.”
Jungkook nods mutely, eyes locked with Taehyung’s, unable to look away from the sparkling gold. His heart leaps when Taehyung loosens the hold he has on his waist and Taehyung’s hand slips under the hoodie Jungkook is wearing. Taehyung’s hoodie. Feeling the alpha’s fingers caressing his ribs has Jungkook grow hotter.
Jungkook presses his forehead into Taehyung’s throat like he wants to burrow beneath his skin and stay there for the rest of the night. Unconsciously, he starts to rub his nose on the golden skin, scenting Taehyung. He hears the alpha’s breath hitch, hears his heartbeat go wild when Jungkook shyly lets his nose skim over his scent gland.
“Angel…” Taehyung murmurs, low and dangerous.
Jungkook keeps on rubbing his nose on the expanse of skin he has access to under the collar of Taehyung’s hoodie; keeps on inhaling the unique fragrance of honey and jasmine they created by mixing their scents together. And the only thing he can think of is how well their scents intertwined, how perfect they smell as one.
“Look at me,” Taehyung orders softly.
Reluctantly, Jungkook stops scenting Taehyung and lifts his head to meet the alpha’s eyes. They twinkle, they have a million stars dancing in their golden vault of heaven. Jungkook is mesmerized. He can’t breathe anymore, not when all of Taehyung’s attention is on him, not when Taehyung’s body is so close to his, enveloping him in a warm hug, a hug Jungkook so desperately yearned for in the past.
“You’re so pretty,” Taehyung whispers, hand leaving Jungkook’s ribs to rest at the small of his back.
Jungkook feels heat lick his cheeks. No one has ever called him pretty before. As an alpha, he’s not supposed to be a pretty little thing, soft and delicate, he’s supposed to be strong, tough, dangerous . But it’s not him, it has never been him. Jungkook has always been different.
“I’m not—”
“You are,” Taehyung cuts him off. “The prettiest.”
“You can’t say things like that,” Jungkook mumbles.
“Why not?” Taehyung asks.
“Because! Because then, I’ll think…” Jungkook trails off, incapable of ending his sentence.
“What will you think, angel?” Taehyung inquires as he softly tucks a loose strand of hair behind Jungkook’s ear, making the young alpha tremble in his arms.
“That you want me,” Jungkook whispers.
A beat of silence passes between them, a beat of silence too long and Jungkook lowers his eyes, unable to look at Taehyung anymore, ashamed of his own words, of his confession. Fingers lift his chin and, again, he can’t do anything but get lost in Taehyung’s eyes.
“I want you more than anything, pup.”
“You do?”
“Yes. You’re all that I want, Jungkook,” Taehyung says, his hand coming to cup Jungkook’s cheek, his eyes boring into Jungkook’s, telling him silently all that Jungkook ever wanted to hear.
“You don’t say that because I’m in pre-rut and your alpha reacts to it?”
“No. I’m saying it because I mean it. In fact, I wanted to ask you out since the first time I laid my eyes on you.”
“Really?”
“Really. You’re everything I never knew I needed until you stumbled into my life. Now, I can’t picture it without you in it, without you and I being together.”
“Why didn’t you tell me anything before?” Jungkook asks, voice barely above a whisper.
“I was a coward. I didn’t want to mess things up between us, not before knowing what you felt for me.”
“I didn’t tell you—”
“You didn’t use words, but your actions, angel, they spoke louder than words. You chose my bed to spend your pre-rut in, you put on my hoodie, you held me tight, you scented me. It’s enough for me to believe that you like me.”
“I do,” Jungkook admits, blushing like crazy.
Taehyung’s smile is blinding, and it makes all the butterflies flying around in Jungkook’s stomach break loose.
“Good, because I like you too.”
Taehyung leans in and brushes his nose against Jungkook’s before withdrawing.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” Taehyung murmurs.
“Tell me.”
“You make me want to claim you as mine, everytime you smile at me, everytime you laugh at my bad jokes, everytime you blush prettily when I praise you.”
“I am already yours,” Jungkook whispers.
Taehyung growls as the words fall from Jungkook’s lips.
“Angel…”
“I like when you call me angel.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“ My angel,” Taehyung says, his thumb gliding from Jungkook’s cheekbone to his bottom lip, tracing the lines of it softly.
Taehyung’s eyes fall down on Jungkook’s lips and Jungkook feels himself fall—deeper, deeper, deeper —as he looks into those two pools of gold, as he sees the pure want painted on their canvas.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Please,” Jungkook breathes out.
When Taehyung’s plump lips collide with Jungkook’s soft ones, a tiny, mewling sound comes out of Jungkook’s throat. He grips at Taehyung’s hoodie, almost ripping it, as if afraid that Taehyung will stop kissing him. But the alpha doesn’t. Instead, he presses his lips harder against Jungkook’s, a deep, untamed groan building in his chest. And Jungkook kisses back, desperately.
Kissing Taehyung is everything Jungkook needs, everything he’s waited for, everything he could ever, possibly want. Taehyung likes him. Taehyung wants him. And he proves it by the way his lips glide on top of Jungkook’s, making them his new territory. Jungkook’s heart does backflips in the swell of his ribcage as Taehyung chases after his mouth, again, and again, and again. But it’s nothing— nothing —compared to what he feels like when Taehyung’s tongue darts out of his mouth to come and lick at Jungkook’s bottom lip.
Jungkook shivers when the fleshy muscle traces the seam of his bottom lip, when it wets the pink flesh, when Taehyung starts to nibble on it with his teeth. Pliant, Jungkook parts his lips and lets Taehyung’s tongue slither inside his mouth, lets it curl around his own. And then, he succumbs. With every drag of lips against his, with every single swipe of Taehyung’s tongue over his own, every time they pull apart and go back in, he loses himself, just a little bit more.
“Tae…” Jungkook moans when they part for air.
“You taste so good, angel. I can’t get enough of kissing you, can’t get enough of you .”
“Then, kiss me again.”
Taehyung smirks like the predator he is, before diving back in and stealing Jungkook’s lips with his own. It’s rough, and passionate, and deep, and intoxicating, the way Taehyung kisses Jungkook this time around. And Jungkook eagerly returns every kiss, chasing the slick glide of their lips, the feeling of Taehyung’s tongue sliding, wet and hot, along his own. It’s perfect. Just… perfect.
When Taehyung smiles against his lips, Jungkook’s heart bursts with love for him, and he can’t help but giggle, breaking the kiss. I love you , he wants to say. I love you so damn much . But Jungkook doesn’t let the words slip past his lips. He knows it’s too soon for that kind of confession.
“I really like you, Kim Taehyung,” Jungkook murmurs when they break apart.
“I really like you too,” Taehyung says, fingers moving up and down the small of Jungkook’s back, making goosebumps arise on his skin. “And, after you rut, I want to take you out on a date.”
“A date?”
“Yeah. Just you and me.”
“I’d like that,” Jungkook whispers, a beautiful smile blooming on his lips.
“Fuck, I love when you smile like that,” Taehyung says.
“I only smile like that when I’m with you,” Jungkook admits, because it’s true, because Taehyung makes him smile like no one else is able to.
Taehyung groans, before capturing Jungkook’s mouth again. He steals Jungkook’s breath, steals his heart a little more, as he lets their lips fuse, as he lets their tongues drive and twist around one another. And Jungkook melts into the kiss, his body burning from the fire Taehyung ignited in him, a fire that nothing can extinguish. Scorching hot, Jungkook whines and whimpers, wanting more, always more.
Taehyung’s hand falls from Jungkook’s back to his ass, grabbing an asscheek, kneading the flesh underneath the material of Jungkook’s jeans. The moan that drips from Jungkook’s mouth then is downright filthy, downright sinful, and it elicits a low grunt from Taehyung, who breaks the kiss to look at Jungkook.
“You like that, when I touch you?” Taehyung asks.
“Yes,” Jungkook answers, breathless.
Taehyung takes Jungkook’s hand in his and places it on his cheek.
“You can touch me too.”
With his fingertips, Jungkook brushes all the moles Taehyung has on his face, one by one, just like he dreamed of doing so many times before. Taehyung closes his eyes under his touch and lets out a little sigh. Seeing him offering himself to Jungkook like that, seeing him trust Jungkook enough to let himself be touched like that, makes Jungkook’s heart ache.
I love you.
The words don’t leave his mouth, but they’re there, on the tip of his tongue, waiting, waiting, waiting for the right moment to be let out.
When Taehyung opens his eyes again, Jungkook gets lost in them, in what they’re reflecting. A carnal lust, an unbridled desire that makes Jungkook’s blood run through his veins and burn him to the point of no return. He’s been craving this for so long, craving for Taehyung to look at him like that, like he wants him, like he needs him. And now that it’s happening, he’s ready to give himself to the other alpha.
“My sweet, sweet angel,” Taehyung murmurs, voice roughened and wracked with need.
Taehyung’s hand moves to Jungkook’s thigh and holds it up, hiking the young alpha’s leg over his. That way, there’s no way for Jungkook to hide to Taehyung just how hard he is, not when his cock is pressed up against Taehyung’s thigh.
“So hard for me,” Taehyung remarks, satisfied.
A low whine bubbles out of Jungkook’s throat as Taehyung’s fingers dig into his thigh, as Taehyung leans in to capture his lips once again. And they kiss, wet and messy, until Jungkook can’t breathe anymore, until he has to pull away from Taehyung’s sinful mouth.
“No one ever kissed me like you do,” Jungkook whispers.
“And how do I kiss you?” Taehyung questions.
“Like you mean it, like I’m worth it.”
“You are worth it, angel. If somebody made you think otherwise, I’ll need you to give me names so that I can take care of them.”
“They don’t matter. It’s in the past now. All I care about is right now. Because you’re here with me.”
“And I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay right where you are.”
“Even during my rut?”
“If you want me to,” Taehyung says before kissing the tip of Jungkook’s nose.
“I want you to,” Jungkook admits, gnawing on his bottom lip. “But I don’t want you to feel like you have to do it if—”
“Angel, I want to spend every second, every minute, every hour of every day with you. Rut included. I don’t have to do it, I want to do it,” Taehyung explains.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m sure,” Taehyung replies, slowly brushing his nose against Jungkook’s in a silent way of reassuring him without any more words being spoken.
Jungkook smiles shyly, heart hammering in his chest as he thinks about spending his rut with Taehyung. Even in his wildest dreams, he never had a chance of having Taehyung like that. But now…
“Let me send a text to your brother to tell him not to come here for a few days.”
“We can’t kick him out—”
“Oh, we can,” Taehyung cuts Jungkook off. “How many times did I have to crash at Namjoon and Hoseok’s dorm because Jimin had Yoongi over? Time for payback.”
“You’re going to tell him? About… us?”
“I won’t if you don’t want me to, if it makes you uncomfortable. I can always come up with something to keep him away, something he won’t be suspicious of.”
“No. I mean… You can tell him, I don’t mind.”
Taehyung leaves a kiss on Jungkook’s forehead before getting out of bed. During the minute it takes him to grab his phone and come back into bed, Jungkook feels cold. And that’s when he realizes just how addicted he already is to Taehyung’s warmth, just how much he craves it.
“Look,” Taehyung urges him as he places his phone in front of Jungkook’s face.
Jungkook looks down at the message Taehyung sent to Jimin and almost chokes on his spit.
[ Spending his rut with my boyfriend in our dorm. Don’t come back until I tell you to. Thanks, bro. ]
“B-boyfriend?” Jungkook croaks.
“Yeah, I—” Taehyung scratches the back of his neck. “I know that I’ll soon ask you to be my boyfriend, so…”
Jungkook thinks that Taehyung is cute, with the way his cheeks heat up suddenly, with the way he nibbles on his bottom lip nervously. He wants to kiss him, just kiss him and make him forget any hesitation he could ever have. So, Jungkook does, he leans in and steals Taehyung’s lips with his own, drawing a short gasp out of Taehyung’s mouth.
“And I know that I’ll say yes,” Jungkook says when he breaks the kiss.
The smile that graces Taehyung’s lips right then and there is the most beautiful Jungkook has ever seen.
Just then, Taehyung’s phone chimes with a new notification. They both look at the message he received, coming from Jimin.
[ Who’s your boyfriend? You never told me about a boyfriend!!! ]
Taehyung types a short reply and sends it to Jungkook’s brother.
[ It’s Jungkook. ]
It doesn’t take a second for another text to appear on Taehyung’s phone screen.
[My Jungkook? Damn, it was about time! ]
“What does he mean?” Jungkook asks Taehyung, who lowers his phone on the bedside table and avoids looking at Jungkook.
“He knows.”
“Knows what?” Jungkook questions, softly tilting Taehyung’s head until their eyes lock together.
“That I have feelings for you. In fact, he’s been encouraging me these last few months to confess to you.”
“He— My brother did that. Are you sure?”
Taehyung chuckles.
“Yeah. When he figured out that I like you, he was over the moon. Said he couldn’t find a better boyfriend for his little brother than me. That the other guys you dated were just pricks and you needed someone to take care of you the way you deserve.”
“ Jimin said all that?”
“He did. He loves you, you know?”
“I know,” Jungkook murmurs quietly. “And I’m sure he knows what I feel for you too. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have acted so suspiciously. Like, when he gives us alone time by leaving his own dorm, when he could have stayed. Or when he brings me to your football games, and leaves me alone waiting for you after them on the pretense that he found friends to come back with to the dorms and you walk me back to my dorm instead of him. And… And he always talks about you in one way or another when it’s just the two of us. He asked me what I thought about you so many times and I didn’t understand why, but now… And here I was, thinking that, since you’re his best friend, you were like a forbidden fruit I would never get a taste of. So, knowing that he’s okay with us…”
Taehyung cups Jungkook’s cheek and lets his thumb graze over the scar the young alpha has on his cheekbone.
“It makes you happy,” Taehyung finishes for him.
“Yes, it does,” Jungkook smiles.
Taehyung kisses his smile, softly, sweetly, until he has Jungkook melting under his lips. Then, he steers Jungkook until he’s hovering above him, nestled in between his open legs. He lets his lips trail from Jungkook’s lips to his jaw, to his throat, and only stops when he reaches his collarbone and feels Jungkook arch up into his fleeting touch.
“Can I mark you, angel?”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
A whimper falls from Jungkook’s lips when Taehyung starts to lick, and bite, and suck at his collarbone. It hurts, it hurts so good, and Jungkook doesn’t want Taehyung to stop. He relishes in the fact that tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that, he’ll be able to look in the mirror and know that he belongs to Taehyung.
Jungkook’s hand threads into Taehyung’s hair and tugs at the strands, making Taehyung groan against his abused skin. The sound reverberates in each cell of Jungkook’s body, making him tremble. Pleasure, pure, unadulterated pleasure washes over him as Taehyung leaves another hickey on him, this time, right above his scent gland.
“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook curses as he feels Taehyung’s lips glide on the side of his neck, marking him there too.
Jungkook wraps his legs around Taehyung’s waist, and his hands around Taehyung’s nape, bringing him closer, closer, closer . He hides his face in the crook of Taehyung’s neck, inhaling his honey scent underlined with sweat, with something purely Taehyung . He litters the golden skin he has access to with little, tiny kisses, as Taehyung keeps on leaving purple bruises on him, claiming him, ruining him for anyone else.
When Taehyung’s lips find their way back to Jungkook’s, Jungkook kisses back with all he has, with all he is. And he gets lost in each brush of their lips against one another, in each slide of their tongues against one another, in each breath they share. Kiss after kiss, he becomes Taehyung’s, and lets himself be owned by him.
Jungkook surrenders to Taehyung’s love. Because it’s love, he knows it is, even if they didn’t voice it yet. Jungkook knows. It’s in the way Taehyung kisses him like he’s the only one who matters. It’s in the way Taehyung looks at him in between the kisses they share, like he wants to devour him, but also to hold him close and never let go. It’s in the way Taehyung smiles at him like he put the stars and the moon in the sky. It’s right there .
“I want you,” Taehyung whispers against Jungkook’s reddened, swollen lips.
“I’m all yours,” Jungkook says, feeling faint with desire.
Jungkook’s answer is punctuated with a roll of his hips, which makes his cock collide with Taehyung’s. A broken moan tears through Jungkook’s throat when he realizes that the other alpha is as hard as he is.
Taehyung moves until he’s hovering over Jungkook and links his hands with Jungkook’s on each side of the latter’s head, fingers intertwining as he holds onto them, tight. And then, he starts grinding against Jungkook, giving him a bit of the friction he desperately needs.
“Tae… Need… Kiss,” Jungkook begs prettily.
Taehyung leans down to kiss Jungkook, hard. And Jungkook loves the drag of lips against his, the heat that flares and builds in his blood, the slick slide of tongues. It makes him lose his mind.
Jungkook purrs when Taehyung’s mouth finds its way to the side of his neck, when Taehyung starts to leave whispers of kisses in the hollow of his throat, when Taehyung marries his skin with purple bruises. He feels so loved and it makes his heart fly out of his chest to go nestle in Taehyung’s ribcage, right next to his heart, where it belongs.
Jungkook’s fingers weave into Taehyung’s fluffy brown locks and tug softly. Taehyung groans in response, before lifting his head to look at Jungkook.
“You okay?” Taehyung asks.
“More than okay,” Jungkook whispers. “I’m just… I can’t believe this is real, that you’re here with me, that we’re about to—”
Plumes of red paint themselves on Jungkook’s cheeks and he doesn’t finish his sentence. It doesn’t matter, because Taehyung heard the unsaid words, if the smirk curling his lips is anything to go by.
“Fuck?” Taehyung teases.
Jungkook whines and hits the alpha’s chest, which prompts Taehyung to chuckle lowly.
“You’re so cute,” Taehyung coos. “It makes me want to ruin you.”
“Do it.”
Taehyung groans at Jungkook’s words, before fusing their lips together in a searing kiss. It’s hot, scorching hot, the way Taehyung claims Jungkook’s mouth and leaves him breathless. It has Jungkook’s toes curling in pleasure. It has Jungkook’s heart beating erratically.
“I could kiss you all day, all night,” Taehyung murmurs in that raspy voice of his, sending shivers down Jungkook’s spine.
“I’d like that.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook confesses, feeling the blush on his cheeks deepen at the admission.
“Am I that good of a kisser?” Taehyung muses, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.
“Shut up!” Jungkook whines.
Taehyung laughs. Jungkook pouts. But his pout soon disappears when Taehyung captures his lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. Jungkook sighs against Taehyung’s mouth, feeling so loved , so adored, so cherished, for the first time in his life. With the other alpha, Jungkook feels safe, free, like he can spread his imaginary wings and fly high, like he can be himself without feeling ashamed or abnormal. And that makes him fall for Taehyung even harder.
Jungkook’s thoughts dissipate when Taehyung drags the shape of his cock against Jungkook’s. A moan rips itself out of his throat and he clings onto Taehyung even tighter, meeting his every thrust. Jungkook gets lost in the rhythm of their hips, of their tongues, and spills whimper after whimper into Taehyung’s mouth, the other alpha’s low grunts coalescing with them. And it’s hot. And it makes Jungkook’s toes curl. And he wants more of this, more of Taehyung, more .
Jungkook lets his hands fall to the hem of Taehyung’s hoodie and tug at it. Taehyung stops kissing him and, for a second, Jungkook is mesmerized when he sees Taehyung’s spit-slicked lips shining under the dimming lights of the dorm, when he sees him licking them and chasing after his taste before smiling down at him like the predator that he is.
“Take it off,” Jungkook demands, fingers playing with Taehyung’s hoodie. “I want to see you.”
Desperation bleeds into Jungkook’s voice and Taehyung’s eyes darken as the words fall from his red, swollen lips. The alpha is quick to get rid of his hoodie and when he does, Jungkook can’t help but gasp. His eyes widen and his mouth falls open as he takes in Taehyung’s broad shoulders, his chiseled chest, his abs. All those miles of golden skin right in front of him, make Jungkook want to touch, to caress, to map out with his fingertips, with his lips, with his tongue, this new territory of his. His . Fuck.
“Like what you see?” Taehyung asks, voice deep and raspy.
Jungkook nods. He can’t form any coherent sentence right now. His mind is clouded with Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung . Taehyung, who takes Jungkook’s hand in his and places it right above his heart.
“Do you feel my heart beating?”
Jungkook nods again, eyes locking with Taehyung’s.
“It beats for you. Only for you.”
The line is cheesy, but it makes Jungkook’s heart stutter in his chest nonetheless. Because he’s the reason why Taehyung’s heart races like that, the reason why Taehyung’s heart beats harder, faster. Jungkook can feel each pulsation under his palm, each whisper of his name at every beat, and it’s surreal. He never thought that he’d be the owner of Taehyung’s heart one day, but now he is, and it’s everything he ever wanted.
When Taehyung lets go of Jungkook’s hand, Jungkook lets it wander over Taehyung’s chest and down his toned stomach, feeling the rippling muscles beneath his fingers. He bites down on his bottom lip as he explores Taehyung in a way he never has before, as he shyly claims what’s his now.
Jungkook hears Taehyung suck in a sharp breath of air when his thumb grazes the alpha’s nipple.
“Angel…”
Jungkook tears his eyes away from Taehyung’s chest to look into his eyes and his breath is taken away from him as he sees the lust, the hunger floating into the golden irises.
“Touch me more,” Taehyung commands, and who is Jungkook to say no?
Jungkook’s hands find their way to Taehyung’s abs, to his ribs, and he watches as the alpha quivers under his touch, as he surrenders to Jungkook. It’s empowering , to see such a strong alpha melt under the caress of his fingertips. And it makes Jungkook want to touch him more, to touch him everywhere.
Softly, Jungkook traces the lines of Taehyung’s collarbones, of his shoulders, of his pecs. His eyes follow the movements of his fingers, missing the way Taehyung looks at him like he wants to take him, right then and there.
Jungkook can feel the desire and need pulse through him as he explores every inch of uncovered skin displayed in front of him. He can’t get enough of feeling Taehyung’s soft skin under his fingertips, can’t get enough of the little short, sharp groans that Taehyung lets out every time Jungkook touches him somewhere new.
Jungkook lightly scratches down the alpha’s chest and stomach, feeling Taehyung’s skin burn under his fingertips. Taehyung groans, before taking Jungkook’s hands in his and placing them on the sheets, on either side of Jungkook’s head.
Taehyung bends down until his lips collide with Jungkook’s in a heated kiss. It’s sloppy, it’s messy, it’s wet, the way they kiss each other, and it’s beyond everything Jungkook ever dreamed of.
Jungkook wraps his arms around the small of Taehyung’s back, letting his nails dig into the flesh, eliciting a quiet hiss from Taehyung. And he holds on, he holds on as Taehyung steals his breath—and his heart—once more.
Jungkook’s hands fall down until they’re grabbing at Taehyung’s ass, and he squeezes the flesh hidden underneath the jeans. Taehyung grinds against him in response, and Jungkook moans into his mouth, desperate for more.
“You drive me crazy,” Taehyung murmurs against Jungkook’s shining lips when they break the kiss.
Jungkook brushes his nose against Taehyung’s, before sealing their lips together again. Soon, his tongue traces over the seam of Taehyung’s lips and Taehyung parts them after a moment, letting their tongues touch. Electricity zaps through Jungkook as their tongues tangle, as their breaths mingle, and he tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, to feel all of Taehyung better. And when he does, moan after moan escapes from his lips.
Jungkook is so gone for Taehyung, so gone. He’s never felt that way before, never been so irrevocably, deeply, madly in love. It changes everything . And it should be scary, but it’s not. Because it’s Taehyung who Jungkook loves, and he knows that the alpha will always, always treat him like he deserves to be treated. Just like he is doing now.
Jungkook’s cock throbs in his boxers, the more Taehyung kisses him, the more Taehyung grinds against him. He feels hot, and bothered, and needy . He feels them, the fireworks, at every touch of Taehyung’s lips against his, at every drag of their cocks against one another. They erupt under his skin, making it tingle with want.
“I need you,” Jungkook breathes out when their lips part.
Taehyung’s forehead falls on Jungkook’s and they stay like that for a while, just breathing each other in as Taehyung rolls his hips tantalizingly slow against Jungkook’s. It’s a miracle that Jungkook didn’t cum already. He’s so hard underneath his jeans, so hard it’s almost painful. But he likes the pain, likes feeling every little thing to his very core.
“Let me undress you,” Taehyung whispers huskily, kissing Jungkook’s forehead before kneeling in between Jungkook’s open legs that fall on either side of him.
Jungkook follows the movement, and finds himself sitting on the bed in front of Taehyung. Taehyung doesn’t waste a second to take his hoodie off Jungkook. What takes Jungkook by surprise, is the fact that Taehyung brings the piece of clothing to his nose and inhales deeply.
“Fuck, smells divine ,” Taehyung rasps and Jungkook feels himself blush as the words fall from the alpha’s mouth.
“Smells like us,” Jungkook whispers, shy.
“Us. I like the sound of that.”
Taehyung discards the hoodie somewhere behind him on the bed, before letting his warm lips take over Jungkook’s once again. As they kiss, their hands roam on each other’s bodies, tracing, learning the lines and curves of them. When Taehyung’s hands grab Jungkook’s ass and knead the flesh, Jungkook lets out a depraved moan.
“You sound so good, angel,” Taehyung murmurs against Jungkook’s lips, brushing them with his own teasingly. “Want to hear more of you.”
Jungkook whines when Taehyung traps his bottom lip in between his teeth and tugs at it softly before letting go and letting it bounce back in place. Jungkook wets his lips, chasing after Taehyung’s taste as much as it is to ease the slight pain he’s feeling.
“Lie down,” Taehyung orders.
Jungkook doesn’t waste a second to do as he’s told. He lays down on the white sheets, his skin glistening from sweat under the dorm’s lights, his black strands of hair falling on the pillow like a halo. He feels Taehyung’s eyes on him and he blushes, squirms under the alpha’s heavy gaze.
“You look like an angel. My angel.”
“Yours,” Jungkook says.
Taehyung puts his hands on Jungkook’s ankles and lets them travel all the way up to his knees, to his thighs. They stay there for a while, making Jungkook’s skin burn underneath the denim of his jeans. The way Taehyung gently caresses Jungkook’s thighs, the way he squeezes them, just enough to make Jungkook moan and whimper, drives Jungkook wild. But it’s nothing— nothing —compared to the sensation of Taehyung’s slender fingers exploring his chest, inch by inch.
Jungkook feels like he becomes molten lava under Taehyung’s fingertips. He burns, and burns, and burns . His cock twitches in his boxers, and he feels it leak, feels himself getting wet for Taehyung, for Taehyung only . He can’t help the way his body quivers at being touched like that, so tenderly, so reverently, like he’s something precious. It makes his heart ache deliciously.
“Tae… Want you… inside.”
“Fuck,” Taehyung curses under his breath.
Taehyung’s fingers finally reach the waistband of Jungkook’s jeans. Jungkook lets out a quiet sigh when Taehyung pops the button of his jeans open and unzips them. He bites on his bottom lip, watching intently as Taehyung grabs ahold of his jeans and tug at them until he gets entirely rid of them and throws them on the floor, leaving Jungkook in his boxers only.
“You’re so pretty ,” Taehyung says as he looks at Jungkook. “I bet you’ll be even prettier during sex, crying, screaming my name, begging for my cock to fill you up, thrashing underneath me as I fuck you, hard, and deep, and slow.”
Jungkook whimpers. He wants Taehyung, so bad. And he can’t wait anymore. Moving on the bed, Jungkook pushes his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and tugs at them, revealing his hard, leaking cock. Taehyung growls when it comes into view and Jungkook quivers.
“You’re pretty everywhere,” Taehyung whispers, eyes locked on Jungkook’s shaft.
Pleasure bubbles inside Jungkook, colonizing every cell of his body, leaving him breathless on the white sheets of Taehyung’s bed as he sees the way Taehyung’s eyes darken, the way the gold reflects pure want.
Taehyung moves until he’s hovering over Jungkook and then, he smashes their mouths together. Taehyung kisses Jungkook like he promised he would fuck him, hard, and deep, and slow. It makes Jungkook’s toes curl, and makes his heartbeat go haywire. He loses his mind, his body, his soul as he kisses back. And he doesn’t care. From now on, all of him is Taehyung’s. He doesn’t have to be in control, doesn’t have to fake who he is, doesn’t have to lie, to pretend. He can be himself, pretty, obedient, and hungry for Taehyung’s cock.
“Give me a sec,” Taehyung says when he breaks the kiss.
The alpha leaves the bed to peel off his jeans and boxers. In seconds, he stands tall beside the bed in all his naked glory and Jungkook… Jungkook can’t help but be mesmerized by him. His eyes rake Taehyung’s body, unable to look anywhere else but him, until they fall on Taehyung’s cock. It’s fucking beautiful. Long, thick, and veiny. Jungkook licks his lips, wanting to have a taste of it, to suck, and lick, and swallow.
“Can I blow you?” Jungkook asks, eyes glossy with want, pleading.
“You can do whatever you want to me,” Taehyung says.
Wordlessly, Taehyung climbs back into bed, straddling Jungkook’s thighs. He bends down and kisses Jungkook roughly, bruisingly. And Jungkook takes it, takes every little piece of Taehyung that the alpha gives to him.
Jungkook wraps his arms around Taehyung’s neck and holds on as he is devoured by the alpha. It’s blissful, to know that Taehyung is letting go, that he’s not holding back. This . This is what Jungkook dreamed of. Being kissed like he’s the only one.
When Taehyung breaks away from Jungkook’s mouth, it’s to leave a fleeting kiss on the mole Jungkook has under his bottom lip.
“Your mouth drives me wild,” Taehyung whispers.
“Wait until it’s wrapped around you.”
Taehyung growls, before manhandling Jungkook until they switch positions on the bed. Jungkook lets out a moan when he ends up on top of Taehyung, when the alpha grabs his asscheeks and squeezes, hard.
“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook curses.
“Kiss me.”
Jungkook does. He kisses Taehyung and it’s sweet, it’s soft, it’s a promise for more.
After a while, Jungkook lets his lips trail from Taehyung’s mouth to his jaw, to his throat, to his collarbones. He licks and sucks at the left one, feeling Taehyung’s heartbeat going crazy under his lips, before kissing his way down Taehyung’s chest.
When Jungkook reaches Taehyung’s cock, he looks up at the alpha, only to find his half-lidded eyes locked on him. Jungkook smirks and winks, making Taehyung chuckle.
“Put your mouth on me, angel,” Taehyung says, one of his hands weaving through Jungkook’s hair.
Jungkook’s eyes fall down on Taehyung’s perfect cock. He licks his lips, still feeling Taehyung’s want on them, before slowly leaning in. He stops right before touching Taehyung’s shaft, letting his hot breath hit it and watching it throb under his hungry gaze.
“Pup,” Taehyung breathes out.
Jungkook starts peppering tiny little kisses all over Taehyung’s cock. He smiles when he feels it twitch under his lips. Smiles even wider when Taehyung’s fingers grip at his hair harshly, letting him know that the alpha is growing impatient.
“Don’t tease,” Taehyung warns.
Like an obedient little puppy, Jungkook lets his mouth trail on the sensitive skin of Taehyung’s shaft, licking it until it shines with spit under the dimmed lights of the dorm. When he licks at the tip, the taste of Taehyung’s precum coats his tongue and Jungkook moans. The vibrations of the sound roll straight into Taehyung’s cock, sending a heady groan pouring from the alpha’s throat.
“Fuck, angel.”
Jungkook wraps his lips around the head of Taehyung’s shaft and sucks. He gets drunk on his alpha’s taste, on his intoxicating scent. Desire pulses through his body like it never did before. And he knows, it’s because it’s Taehyung he’s giving a blowjob to. Taehyung, his love, his everything.
Jungkook likes being good, being submissive for Taehyung. Being the one to pleasure the alpha makes his wolf purr inside of him. He doesn’t have to dominate, to assess power over someone else. He can let go, and drop . It’s okay. It’s okay because he knows that Taehyung will be here to catch him before he plummets into the abyss.
Jungkook withdraws his mouth from Taehyung’s cock, only to give kittenish licks to the head and tongue at the slit. He feels Taehyung’s shaft throb, feels it leak right on his tongue. And it’s hot, it’s lewd, it’s dirty , it’s everything Jungkook needs right now.
As Jungkook laps at Taehyung’s cock, he starts to caress the alpha’s balls, taking them in the palms of his hands. Taehyung quivers under the touch, a growl spilling from his mouth when Jungkook tugs softly on the sacks.
“Shit,” Taehyung curses, and Jungkook’s cock twitches at the sound.
Jungkook is leaking on the white sheets, but he couldn’t care less. All he cares about is satisfying Taehyung and pulling more wrecked sounds out of him. So, he goes down on Taehyung’s cock, taking it entirely in his mouth, eliciting a short gasp from Taehyung. He hums around the shaft, relishing in how it hits the back of his throat and makes him choke on it.
Slowly, Jungkook pulls back until only the tip of Taehyung’s cock remains in his mouth, before sinking back down on it. He starts to bob his head up and down in a tantalizing rhythm. The wet sounds of his mouth gliding on the hard shaft fill the room, coalescing with the grunts and groans that Taehyung lets out. Nothing else matters other than this music they’re creating.
Jungkook’s eyes become glossy as his throat spasms around Taehyung’s cock, as he swallows all the precum that it’s oozing. Even if tears threaten to fall, he doesn’t stop giving head to the alpha. He gets lost in the act, in the weight of Taehyung’s shaft on his tongue, in its girth stretching his lips wide. He knows he must look debauched right now, with his mouth stuffed full of an alpha’s dick, drool and precum sliding on his chin as he takes it deeper, deeper, deeper . An angel looking like a sin. Taehyung’s angel.
“You’re taking me so well,” Taehyung praises. “It’s like your mouth was shaped for my cock.”
Jungkook feels the first tear fall as the words leave Taehyung’s mouth. It’s stupid, really, but he’s always known that he was made for Taehyung and to hear him say that… It makes Jungkook’s heart skip a beat or two.
Jungkook lets Taehyung’s cock slip out of his mouth. As he breathes harshly, he leaves a string of kisses on the big, fat shaft. Taehyung’s fingers curl in his hair, tugging, and Jungkook finally looks up. When his eyes lock with the alpha’s, Jungkook’s breath hitches at the intensity with which he is being looked at.
“Come here,” Taehyung orders softly.
Jungkook moves until he’s laying on top of Taehyung, straddling him, fingers bunching up the sheets on either side of the alpha’s head. He feels Taehyung’s hand on his own head pulling him down until their lips meet in a slow, deep kiss. Jungkook sighs into it, feeling more tears fall from his eyes. At this moment, he feels so loved, it’s almost overwhelming. He dreamed of a love like that for so long, and now that he has a taste of it, he knows he won’t be able to let it go, to let Taehyung go.
“Don’t cry, angel,” Taehyung murmurs as he wipes away Jungkook’s tears.
And Jungkook smiles, before kissing Taehyung again. He groans when he feels Taehyung’s tongue gliding along the seam of his lips and he parts them for his alpha, letting the fleshy muscle intertwine with his in a languid dance. His stomach tightens, tendrils of heat fly in his body as he kisses Taehyung. He becomes desperate, desperate for more. So, he grinds against Taehyung, eliciting a growl from the alpha, whose hands come to rest on Jungkook’s hips to keep him still.
“Don’t, or I won’t last.”
“But—”
“I know. I know what you need. Let me prep you, ‘kay?”
“Okay,” Jungkook pouts, and Taehyung kisses his pout away, smiling against his deliciously pink lips.
“Get on your hands and knees for me, angel,” Taehyung rasps, and Jungkook does as told immediately.
Jungkook’s fingers bunch up around the sheets as he looks over his shoulder at Taehyung who is moving on the bed to get the lube from the bedside drawer before going to kneel behind him. He can’t help but whimper when Taehyung’s ass comes into view, when his thighs flex in movement. It makes him want to explore Taehyung’s body, badly. But at the same time, he just wants to be filled by Taehyung’s cock, now . And he knows that, later, he’ll have the opportunity to lick, to suck, to bite every inch of Taehyung. Later.
Jungkook feels Taehyung’s hands on his thighs, caressing them, kneading them. A moan makes its way out of Jungkook’s mouth when Taehyung bends down over him and leaves two twin kisses on the dimples at the small of his back.
Jungkook shudders when Taehyung’s breath hits his sweaty skin, when the alpha’s hands move to grab at his asscheeks. Jungkook bites on his bottom lip as Taehyung toys with his ass.
“Your ass is perfect. I can’t wait to be inside you, to feel you wrapped around me. But first—”
Taehyung cuts himself off, and Jungkook feels the alpha spread his asscheeks apart, exposing his hole.
“Beautiful,” Taehyung whispers.
Jungkook’s puckered entrance clenches as the word falls from Taehyung’s lips and he blushes, letting his head fall on the pillow laid out in front of him. Jungkook shudders, clutching harder at the sheets underneath him, when Taehyung licks a broad stripe from his balls to the cleft of his ass.
“Tastes good,” Taehyung hums.
Jungkook hears the bottle of lube being uncapped, hears Taehyung’s hands being rubbed against one another and, soon, a slick finger is teasing at his rim, getting him wet and ready for more. He inhales sharply when the digit breaches his hole and is pushed inside of him. He clenches around it, like he wants it there, like he needs it there, and, fuck, he does.
"Tae…”
“Shh. Breathe, angel. Relax.”
Taehyung starts to move his finger in and out of Jungkook’s hole and Jungkook swallows it. The burn of the intrusion, the stretch are delicious, and Jungkook feels the pleasure settle deep inside his body at each brush of the digit against his velvety walls. But one finger isn’t nearly enough, and soon, Jungkook finds himself begging for more.
“More,” Jungkook pleads in a whiny voice, another tear falling from his eye.
Jungkook feels needy. He usually isn’t, but Taehyung brings it out of him, this side that wants more, always more, because he’s been deprived of Taehyung, of love , for too long. He’s been craving physical touch, been craving to lose himself in someone else, to fade into them. And now… Now, he can finally do it the way he wants to.
Another digit slides inside Jungkook alongside the first one, and Taehyung twists and scissors them, spreading him wide. Jungkook can’t help the moans that fall from his mouth as Taehyung coaxes his walls open. His body reacts to Taehyung’s fingering, back arching beautifully, muscles tensing when Taehyung hits the bundle of nerves that make him see stars.
“There. Right there,” Jungkook breathes out.
But Taehyung teases Jungkook, pushing his fingers inside him but not deep enough to jab at his prostate again. Jungkook nearly sobs, tears streaming down his face. He clutches at the sheets, hard, as he moves his hips to meet the thrusts of Taehyung’s digits, trying to take them deeper, to suck them in until they hit him just right .
Taehyung leaves a string of kisses on Jungkook’s back, trying to soothe him by the touch of his lips on Jungkook’s sweaty skin. A broken whine escapes from Jungkook’s lips when Taehyung adds a third finger and picks up the pace of his strokes.
It feels good, so good, to have Taehyung’s fingers inside him like this. It’s so much better than using his own fingers or a dildo to get off. Taehyung’s digits are long, warm, and Jungkook doesn’t want to let them go, wants to keep them where they are. So, he clenches around them, making Taehyung groan in response.
“Fuck. You suck my fingers in so well,” Taehyung praises and Jungkook preens.
“Give me another one,” Jungkook begs, panting as he moves back on Taehyung’s fingers, feeling them go deeper inside him, always deeper.
Taehyung mutely sheathes four fingers inside Jungkook’s hole, before taking them out and slamming them back in. Jungkook takes them greedily, whining and whimpering. He feels full, so, so full. His heart is racing. He can’t believe that he’s here, with Taehyung, about to make love with him. It’s surreal, for the boy who thought this would never happen. And Jungkook cherishes every second of the intimacy they share.
Taehyung keeps on massaging his walls, stretching him, rubbing against him, pushing his fingers deeper until they nail at Jungkook’s prostate. And Jungkook cries out, unadulterated pleasure washing over him. His tears wet the pillow under his head. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath. His swollen, puckered hole clenches and unfurls, lube seeping from the surface and trickling on his thighs in a messy stream. He’s a mess. But the kisses that Taehyung places on his back, on his ass, on his thighs, make him forget all about how he should look like. He’s just him, and he knows that’s enough for Taehyung.
“Please, p-please,” Jungkook stutters incoherently.
“Please, what?”
Jungkook waited enough, and now, he wants it all. Wants Taehyung’s cock. Wants his hands on him. Wants his body on him. Wants to feel his warmth, his scent surround him like a safety blanket. Wants to feel the soft touch of Taehyung’s lips against his, and to get lost in Taehyung’s golden eyes for a while.
“Take me,” Jungkook breathes out airily.
Taehyung growls, taking his fingers out of Jungkook’s hole and wiping them on the young alpha’s thigh. Jungkook feels Taehyung leave tiny kisses all along his spine, until he stops at his nape. And then, the alpha is whispering in his ear, making him shiver.
“How do you want to do this?”
“I want to r-ride you.”
“Shit. You want me dead,” Taehyung says.
Jungkook giggles, before moving on the bed until he has Taehyung underneath him and he’s straddling the alpha’s scrumptious thighs. He lets his hands fall on Taehyung’s chest and he feels the alpha’s heartbeat under his palm, erratic.
Ba dum. Ba dum. Ba dum.
In sync with his own, beating to the same rhythm. It brings a smile to his face. A smile that soon disappears when Taehyung brings him down to kiss him senselessly. Jungkook moans into the kiss. His tongue mingles with Taehyung’s in a lascive dance and he sees stars behind his closed eyelids at being able to kiss Taehyung like that, to have him all for himself. It’s everything and more.
When they break the kiss, Jungkook takes Taehyung’s cock in his hand and guides it towards his hole. Gasps spill from Jungkook’s lips as he slowly sinks down on Taehyung’s shaft and takes it inside of him, inch after inch until he’s impaled on the alpha’s cock.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Taehyung curses as he tries to stay still. “You’re so tight, so warm, so wet .”
Jungkook’s nails dig into Taehyung’s pecs as he levels himself. He traces imaginary eight figures with his hips while he adjusts to the feel of Taehyung’s cock inside him, filling him so well, burning so good.
“So beautiful,” Taehyung adds after taking a sharp intake of breath, his hands coming to wrap around Jungkook’s tiny waist, grip almost bruising.
Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip as he lifts himself up until only the tip of Taehyung’s cock remains inside his hole, before he slams back down and takes it all once again. A moan and a groan coalesce into thin air as Taehyung bottoms out and Jungkook closes his eyes briefly.
“Look at me, just me,” Taehyung orders, and Jungkook is quick to blink his eyes open.
Jungkook starts to bounce on Taehyung’s cock. And as they fuse into one, Jungkook feels like they just belong, like they’re made for each other. It makes his heart sing, to be so close to Taehyung, to have his body underneath him, his cock inside him. The reality of it all is so much better than all the dreams he’s had in the past of them two together. So much better.
“You’re so good for me, angel,” Taehyung rasps as Jungkook picks up his pace.
Jungkook cries out when Taehyung’s shaft hits his prostate dead on. He’s drowning in Taehyung. His honey scent, his sexy voice, his thick cock. He never wants for this moment to end. So he keeps moving his hips, up and down, up and down, up and down. His thighs burn, his body is covered in sweat, his face is flushed, and Jungkook knows that his rut is near. But he’ll steal this moment before it hits, he’ll steal this figment of reality for himself, for Taehyung, for them . It’s too precious to let it go just yet.
When Jungkook slows down his pace, Taehyung starts to move his hips upwards, burying himself deep inside Jungkook. Jungkook feels his sweet spot being continuously rammed on, hard. His muscles shake, his thighs quiver and his knees buckle. He gets lost in Taehyung’s driving hips, in the way his heart seems to beat even harder, faster under his palm, in his eyes that glow as they watch him being unraveled. Fuck, the alpha is so hot.
Jungkook moans as he meets every thrust of Taehyung the best he can. He can’t keep in the lewd noises that fall from his parted lips, can’t keep in the please and more and so good that slip past his petal pink lips. He lets go, completely, and renders himself prisoner of Taehyung’s love.
Jungkook bends down to press his lips against Taehyung’s and kisses him. He hopes that, through this kiss, Taehyung can grasp the depths of his love for him. A love he can’t confess yet, a love he has to keep hidden a little bit more. He expresses it silently, with his body, with his walls clinging to Taehyung’s cock, with his lips claiming Taehyung’s, searing kiss after searing kiss. And maybe, it’s enough for now.
After a while, Jungkook starts to falter, and he just lays there, on Taehyung’s chest, letting the alpha fuck into him. A kiss is placed on the top of his head, before Taehyung whispers in his ear.
“Want to lay on your back?”
Jungkook nods mutely and Taehyung’s cock slips out of him. He whines at the loss and the alpha chuckles, before kissing his temple.
Jungkook moves on the bed until he’s laying on the sheets. His eyes find the alpha’s, find Taehyung’s soft smile, and his heart bursts with so much love it hurts to not let it out.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Taehyung spreads Jungkook’s legs wide open and gets in between them. The alpha takes his cock in his hand before easing it back inside Jungkook’s hole. Jungkook gasps at the intrusion. A gasp that ends on a moan once Taehyung is fully sheathed inside him.
“Oh,” Jungkook breathes out.
Oh . Taehyung is so deep inside, so close, but still, so far. Jungkook makes grabby hands at Taehyung, and the alpha obliges by bending down until they’re chest to chest. Jungkook wraps his legs around Taehyung’s waist and his hands around the alpha’s neck, keeping him there, right there .
“Better?” Taehyung asks as he peppers kisses on Jungkook’s face.
“So much better,” Jungkook says with a smile.
Taehyung kisses him, slow, and deep, and unhurried, before he begins to fuck Jungkook, each stroke driving deep inside Jungkook’s tight ass. Taehyung is caging Jungkook, hands on either side of his head, body laid out on his, and Jungkook loves the feeling of being embraced by Taehyung like this, likes feeling small like this. He inhales Taehyung’s honey scent at every breath, he revels in the smoothness of his skin at every touch, he gets drunk on the kisses they share as they make love to each other. It’s blissful, just… blissful.
Taehyung’s mouth ends up on Jungkook’s neck, and the alpha bites Jungkook’s scent gland, like he wants to claim him as his. Sparks fly in Jungkook’s veins and he feels the fire Taehyung ignited in him blaze, hot and unrelenting. The flames are licking at his skin. He burns and he can’t get enough of this sensation, of Taehyung .
“So good,” Jungkook whispers, before turning his head to the side and nuzzling his nose in between the strands of Taehyung’s hair.
The drag of Taehyung against his walls is everything Jungkook needs and more. Taehyung’s cock is so heavy, so hot, so thick, it drives him insane. The fact that he can feel all of it, that he can feel it dripping and throbbing inside him, makes him weep.
Taehyung leaves kiss after kiss on Jungkook’s neck, and Jungkook bares it for him. He’s eager to please, to be good. And the growl he’s rewarded with at the gesture makes his cock twitch.
“After this, I’m afraid I won’t ever be able to let you go,” Taehyung says against Jungkook’s smooth skin.
“Then don’t. Don’t let me go.”
Jungkook wants this, seven days a week. Every second, every hour of every day. He wants Taehyung, wants to touch him, to kiss him, to be fucked by him. Maybe it’s selfish, but when Taehyung speaks like that, sparks of hope arise in his heart. Hope for an everlasting love like he dreamed of so many times.
Warm lips take over Jungkook’s own until he can barely catch his breath. And Jungkook drowns in the kiss, in Taehyung, not a single second afraid that he’ll fall, too fast, too hard, he’s already at the bottom of the abyss. Gone, gone, gone .
Taehyung brushes his nose against Jungkook’s after breaking the kiss. The alpha rolls his hips faster, harder, and a groan tears through his throat when Jungkook sinfully undulates his ass in response.
“You’re a menace,” Taehyung rasps, and Jungkook giggles.
Jungkook grinds desperately to meet each slam of Taehyung’s hips, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Taehyung’s plump cock inside him feels so good, rubbing at his walls, pushing at his sweet spot, and Jungkook can’t help but think that Taehyung is ruining him for others. He doesn’t care. For him, there’s only Taehyung anyway.
Another thrust and Jungkook’s back arches off the bed as he throws his head back on the pillow. Taehyung’s mouth finds its way back to his neck. Fire runs through Jungkook’s veins and a curse falls from his lips when Taehyung marks him again, biting, licking and sucking his skin. His fingers weave into Taehyung’s hair and tug, eliciting a groan from the alpha. And Jungkook’s cock throbs pathetically between their bodies.
“I’m close,” Jungkook whispers.
“Me too,” Taehyung says.
Taehyung lifts his head from Jungkook’s neck to peck his lips. One, two, three times, before he withdraws. Taehyung moves until he’s kneeling in between Jungkook’s legs, towering over him. He grips at Jungkook’s waist and holds on tight as he plunges his cock in and out of the young alpha.
Jungkook feels hot, unbearably hot, as he is pounded into. He bunches the sheets in between his fingers, knuckles turning white. He’s panting, chest heaving as he tries to catch the breath Taehyung has stolen from him. Never has he felt this good during sex, never. All his previous partners wanted him to be in charge, when all Jungkook desired was to be taken care of. With Taehyung, everything falls into place, it’s like he found his missing puzzle piece, like he can finally be complete, like he’s not broken anymore.
“You’re gorgeous, angel,” Taehyung rasps as his eyes rake Jungkook’s body hungrily. “Gorgeous and all mine.”
“All yours,” Jungkook says, breathless.
Jungkook’s heart somersaults in his chest at the praise, at the claim. Being Taehyung’s… He longed for it. He dreamed of it. But nothing— nothing —could have come close to the reality he’s living right now. So full of heat, of love, of tenderness. It’s making the butterflies in his tummy become pterodactyls.
Jungkook’s cock is so hard, it almost hurts. He wraps a hand around his shaft and pumps it a few times, moan after moan tumbling from his mouth as he touches himself. It’s too much. The friction, the slick glide of his hand on his cock… He’s so close, so, so close.
“I’m going to cum,” Jungkook whispers.
Taehyung doesn’t say anything, just rolls his hips slowly, languidly, like he wants to lengthen this moment, to hang onto it a bit more. Jungkook looks at him, at the way his body moves against his, at the way his lips part on a growl when his hips falter in their movements. Taehyung is beautiful, otherworldly beautiful. And Jungkook can’t get enough of this sight, of seeing his alpha lost in pleasure, so close to falling from the edge.
“I want you to knot me,” Jungkook says and Taehyung grunts as the words tumble from Jungkook’s mouth.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I trust you,” Jungkook declares. “Please, alpha , I need it.”
“Fuck. Okay.”
Taehyung picks up the pace of his thrusts once again, chasing after his release. Jungkook can feel his knot inflate, his cock getting even thicker, and he moans as he is being stretched so deliciously. It hurts so good, and Jungkook finds that he doesn’t mind a little bit of pain, knowing that pure pleasure will replace it in a few. And it does. The more Taehyung pounds into him, the more Jungkook feels high, high on lust, high on love .
With one last flick of his wrist, one last well-aimed thrust, Jungkook cums, inking his stomach in white, Taehyung’s name on his lips, raw and broken. It takes only a few seconds more for Taehyung’s body to stutter above him as the alpha cums into him, filling him up to the brim, his knot inflating and locking them together.
Jungkook is shaking as he comes down from his high. His whole body thrums with sensitivity, sings with an immeasurable pleasure. He feels like he doesn’t belong to himself anymore, but to Taehyung. Every inch of him is the alpha’s.
Taehyung caresses Jungkook’s chest, before linking their hands together and bringing them to his mouth. He kisses Jungkook’s knuckles, one by one, as he looks at him like Jungkook put all the stars in the midnight sky.
“You were amazing, angel.”
New tears fall down Jungkook’s eyes, and Taehyung is quick to let his hands go and wipe them away with his thumbs.
“Why are you crying?” Taehyung asks softly.
“Because I’m happy,” Jungkook answers, a small smile playing on his lips.
Taehyung bends down until their lips brush.
“I’m happy too,” Taehyung murmurs before pressing his mouth onto Jungkook’s.
Taehyung kisses Jungkook, slowly, tenderly. Jungkook parts his lips when Taehyung pries his mouth open with his tongue, and lets his fleshy muscle slide over Taehyung’s, tasting him and being consumed by him.
“Thank you, for taking care of me,” Jungkook whispers when they break apart.
“I’ll always take care of you.”
“Always?”
“Always.”
Jungkook brings Taehyung’s head down with a hand on his nape and molds their lips together. The kiss is short, sweet, but it says everything that Jungkook can’t say out loud. He’s so in love. So utterly, irretrievably, unconditionally in love. And he can’t wait to be able to shout it on the rooftops of Seoul.
Jungkook and Taehyung spend the fifteen minutes it takes for Taehyung’s knot to go down, kissing, exchanging sweet words, and delicately touching each other. It’s soft, incredibly soft, the way they act with each other, and it makes Jungkook’s heart ache in the best of ways. He craved for something like this, for someone like Taehyung to be his, and he still can’t wrap his mind around the fact that he’s now hugging him in his arms.
“Let me get a washcloth to clean you up,” Taehyung says before slipping out of Jungkook and getting out of bed.
Taehyung leaves a quick peck on Jungkook’s lips before going to the bathroom. He’s gone for only a minute or two, but it’s enough for Jungkook to miss him, to miss his warmth.
When Taehyung returns, he takes his time to thoroughly clean Jungkook, ridding him of the remnants of cum, of lube on his body. His movements are underlined with tenderness as he takes care of Jungkook and it makes Jungkook melt, and it makes Jungkook fall a little more for the alpha.
Once he’s done, Taehyung throws the washcloth on the floor before climbing back into bed with Jungkook. He hugs him tight, and Jungkook lets himself fall in the alpha’s embrace, his head pillowed on Taehyung’s chest.
Jungkook feels Taehyung mindlessly trace undefined shapes on his ribs, and it tickles. Jungkook sighs, feeling safe, protected in Taehyung’s arms. At peace. He’s finally where he wanted to be all along.