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Sometimes Taehyung thought he would lose his mind.
It was nights like these when he would hear muffled moaning from Jungkook's room and think maybe it's time I move out before I do something insane and reckless.
Alas, Taehyung was a weak man, and he knew damn well that hell would freeze over before he left their dorm and let someone else this close to Jungkook.
This was Taehyung’s third year since he started studying for his bachelor’s degree in photography. By a strange streak of luck, he didn’t have a roommate during his first year. He enjoyed the freedom of having space just for himself, until the second year rolled around.
All of a sudden, he had a doe-eyed alpha on his doorstep fidgeting with his hands in nervousness. They had looked at each other for a long 15 seconds before the guy extended his hand and shyly introduced himself with the cutest bunny smile. Taehyung was smitten.
Things were awkward at first, with them both being alphas and territorial over their space by nature. But as the weeks passed, they slowly got closer, and eventually became attached at the hip, as Jimin would call it.
Going from borderline avoiding each other inside the apartment to having breakfast together, movie nights, cuddling, and on the rare occasion, even sleeping in the same room, in the same bed.
Once again, Taehyung was simply a man, and what was he supposed to do when Jungkook looked up at him with those sparkling eyes and-
“Hyungie... Can I sleep in your room tonight? The storm makes me antsy”
“Of course, angel”
Taehyung would reply, because denying Jungkook anything is a crime, and it's not like he was against it anyway. On the contrary, he wanted the alpha around him all the time. Jungkook had the most enticing smell imaginable, soft and alluring like the flowery body wash he uses, with sharp spikes like the thorns of roses when he gets angry and his eyes blaze in fury.
They had been lucky enough to have their request be accepted by the administration to live together again during the summer for work and the next school year.
It was both a blessing and a curse in Taehyung's life. Sharing a dorm with Jungkook meant that more often than not, Taehyung was exposed to the other's most private matters.
The first time it happened was so unexpected that sometimes he lays awake at night thinking about it.
It was the second semester of his first year. Sometime in February, still cold outside, and each morning Taehyung and Jungkook would bicker about making sure the other was dressed warmly enough.
“Hyung! I told you to put that scarf on.”
“Jungkook, I'm going to suffocate. We don't live in damn Antarctica.“
Jungkook huffed in irritation and crossed his arms.
“Fine! I won't be taking my gloves then either!“ he said determinantly, leaving his gloves on the kitchen island.
Suffice to say, that morning Taehyung put his scarf on with record speed. No way was he letting Jungkook outside with no gloves.
The apartment was quiet when he came back from classes. He was supposed to have 4 classes instead of 3 that day, but his professor cancelled last minute. Oh well, that just means he gets more time to cuddle with Jungkook and watch him get annoyed over getting his cheeks squished.
When he called out to the other, he received no response. This wasn't that unusual as Jungkook liked napping during the late afternoon after coming back from classes himself.
Deciding not to disturb him, Taehyung settled down in his own room, taking off his clothes and getting ready for a shower.
When he heard it for the first time, he thought it was a figment of his sleep deprived mind. Hearing it the second time told him that wasn't the case.
Coming from Jungkook's room, which was separated from his own by a thin wall, were quiet, breathless moans, sometimes interrupted by high pitched ones.
Undeniably, it was Jungkook's voice.
Did he have someone over?
That hadn't happened before, and upon further inspection when Taehyung approached the wall to hear better, he realized it really was only Jungkook.
Fucking shit, Taehyung spat out quietly when he heard the tell-tail squelching sounds. Jungkook was fucking himself.
Before Taehyung could stop his mind he began imagining what the younger was using.
His fingers? A dildo maybe?
Taehyung was hard in no time. He had to leave, to give Jungkook his privacy, to not be a weirdo listening to his roommate jerk off.
But then.
“Hah... Taehyungie hyung. Ah please” a desperate whine, “harder, please!“
Taehyung's damn knees buckled. What the flying fuck?
A rustle sounded through the wall, Jungkook seemingly moving around on his bed. A second of silence was followed by the squeaking of the bed, and even more lewd sounds.
“Right there… ah ah I’m gonna come, hyungie gonna cum-”
Cursing profusely, Taehyung left for the bathroom in a hurry, still trying not to make any noise. The last thing he wanted is Jungkook closing in on himself and feeling embarrassed at home.
As much as he tried to calm himself down and will his erection away with a cold shower, it didn’t work. All he could hear in his head was the echo of Jungkook’s moans, of his desperate voice. It didn’t help that his mind supplied plethora of images of the other alpha with his head thrown back, eyes glazed and face flushed, laying on the bed as Taehyung took him, sliding into his tight hole, as he cried and begged for more.
Taehyung came with an unrestrained groan and painted the shower tiles with his cum. He watched it going down the drain in shame over what he had done but also so much satisfaction in knowing that maybe, Jungkook wanted him too.
♡
It had been around a year since that first incident, and to be completely honest, Taehyung was this close to committing himself in the psych ward. After incident number one, he thought him and Jungkook would for sure become more than friends, but no matter what he did, nothing seemed to work. Jungkook craved intimacy, that much was obvious, what with his constant want to cuddle in their free time, but when things would go further, the other alpha would pull away. Like when he’d sling a leg over Taehyung’s thigh to make himself comfortable, and Taehyung would massage it, his hand sliding up and down, sometimes squeezing lightly. Hearing Jungkook’s content sighs, he’d take the other thigh and place it over his lap too, but Jungkook would tense up, making Taehyung stop in turn.
“Is something wrong?”
“No hyung, I’m just gonna grab some water”
It was like a game they played, except Taehyung knew jackshit about the rules and neither one of them was winning.
Tonight he found himself in yet another, ahem, incident. He was keeping track in the beginning but he’d lost count.
It was too much. Hearing Jungkook but not being able to see him and touch him was a medieval torture method. Jerking off wasn’t even enough anymore. His inner alpha was howling to knot the one he wanted, the one he loved, because what had started as a crush hasn’t been that for a long time.
“Fuck this,” he spat out, sexually and emotionally frustrated.
He took his phone and pack of cigarettes and went out for some fresh air. Settling down on a bench near the dorm building, he dialed Jimin’s number. As he waited for the omega to pick up, he lit up a cigarette and took a long drag of smoke from it, until he had something to choke on that wasn’t his overwhelming need for Jungkook.
“Hey, Taetae,” Jimin answered in a cheerful voice.
At least one of them was happy.
“Hey, Chim,”
“Why are you calling so late?” Taehyung looked at the time. 12 am. Shit.
He was about to apologize but then – “Trouble in paradise?”
“Shut the hell up,” Taehyung grunted, irritated beyond belief at this point. He wasn’t even in paradise, more like a torture chamber, disguised by Jungkook’s sweet face and alluring moans.
“Jiminnn” he whined, cringing at the pathetic way he sounded, “He’s doing it again.”
“Damn, that’s the second time this week.”
Taehyung didn’t say anything for a while as he listened to Jimin bicker with Yoongi at the other end of the line. They’d recently moved in together in their own place. Taehyung heard Yoongi tell Jimin to not stay out too long on the balcony because it was cold, followed by a don’t worry hyung, and the sliding door closing.
“So, why don’t you do something about it? Help your boy, Tae,”
Something dark and twisted settled in Taehyung’s chest upon hearing Jungkook being referred to as his.
“First of all, you know damn well he pushes me away when things start going further. And second of all, he’s not my boy.”
Jimin snorted, “Really now? Tae, every time someone as much as breathes wrong in his direction you have a hand around his waist, his face in your neck, and a deadly glare on your face.”
Taehyung had no arguments against that.
He remembered the time the four of them went out to a club. Taehyung and Yoongi weren’t the biggest fans of clubs but Jungkook and Jimin wanted to dance. Again, Taehyung was weak as hell for Jungkook, and Yoongi was in the same boat with Jimin.
They watched the two of them dance and have fun while having a drink themselves at the bar. At one point Jungkook approached him with the biggest grin on his face.
“Taehyungie! This is so fun! Thanks for coming with us.”
Taehyung couldn’t help but coo at him.
“Of course, bunny. Anything for you.” Jungkook’s cheeks became even more flushed and Taehyung resisted the urge to bite him.
“Want hyung to get you something?”
“Yes, please!”
“What would you like?” Taehyung asked, so endeared that he’d started playing with the many piercings adorning Jungkook’s ear. He had recently gotten some more on his eyebrow and bottom lip, saying that he wanted to look tougher. Taehyung didn’t have the heart to tell him that it just made him look so much cuter.
“I’m not sure, Taehyungie,” he furrowed his brows cutely in thought, “Definitely something sweet. You know what I like, so pick for me.”
Damn right Taehyung knew what he liked.
“Alright, bun. I’ll be right back. Don’t run off on me now.”
Jungkook giggled, scrunching his nose, “I would never!”
Taehyung moved a few meters to the side, waiting for his turn to order from the bartender. Once he got his attention, Taehyung listened to him list off the different type of cocktails, until one seemed good.
“There’s also sweet fallen angel, it’s got gin, lime, mint-”
“I’ll take one of those and a Jack and Coke please.”
“Sure, coming right up.”
Taehyung busied himself watching the bartender mix things around from a cup to another, add ice, lemon and other ingredients. When the drinks were almost done, he looked back at where he’s left Jungkook, expecting him be with Jimin and Yoongi.
What he saw instead made his eyes almost turn red.
Indeed, Jungkook was still there. A guy was very clearly trying to come onto to him, while Jungkook had his arms in front of himself, a nervous smile plastered on his face. Before Taehyung could react, the guy grabbed Jungkook’s forearm and tugged him forward.
Oh hell no.
Now Jungkook could take care of himself and do it well too. Not only was he an alpha, but he was build, having more muscle mass than Taehyung, who was about half a head taller than him.
So yes, Jungkook could take care of this by himself, but Taehyung wasn’t about to let this slide.
He was back by Jungkook’s side in a second, and gripped the guy’s arm that was holding onto Jungkook so hard he hissed in pain. Fucking bastard.
“Get your filthy hands off of him,” Taehyung said, with an eerily calm voice that surprised even him. He pulled Jungkook to his side by his small waist, feeling something break in his chest when the alpha hugged him tightly, uttering a small ‘hyungie’.
“What the fuck, man? You get your hands off of him, he’s not mated.” The fucker had the gall to reach for Jungkook again.
Taehyung was not a patient man when it came to people he cared about being threatened.
Still holding onto Jungkook, he pushed the guy forcefully, to the point where he crashed into other people near the bar.
“I told you once to fuck off nicely, so you better fucking listen. I’m not above beating your ass right now, but I’d rather not deal with a moron like you any longer.”
It seemed that the message was finally clear. The guy straightened himself, muttered a ‘whatever’ and left. At least he was smart enough to do that.
Realizing how tightly he’d been holding Jungkook’s waist, Taehyung eased the pressure and turned to the other alpha fully.
“Angel, are you alright?” Taehyung cupped his delicate face, examining him closely.
“Yeah, I’m fine, It’s just,” he huffed and ran a hand through his curly hair. It was getting longer. “He wanted to get me something and I refused, said I wasn’t interested and then he had the audacity to grab me like that. I’m a little tipsy so I got scared.”
Taehyung brought him even closer and guided Jungkook’s face to his neck, knowing his scent could calm him. Jungkook circled Taehyung’s torso with his arm, and inhaled deeply, relaxing in Taehyung’s embrace.
“I’m here, Jungkook, It’s ok.”
They stayed like that for a few moments until both of their breaths evened out.
“So about that drink,” Jungkook looked up at him from his neck, “You better have gotten me something good.”
Taehyung smiled like the lovesick fool he was.
“Yes, Your Highness!”
“Alright, I can’t deny I tend to be protective, but can you really blame me? Even though Jungkook is perfectly capable of everything on his own, I still want to provide for him, to make him feel safe.”
“I know, TaeTae. You two just annoy the fuck out of me. My hair will be fully grey until you get your shit together.”
“Dude, at this point my hair will be grey. I don’t know what else to do. It’s already painfully obvious that I’m into him.” Taehyung took another aggravated drag from his cigarette. Either these things or Jungkook will be the end of him one day. He’d much rather the second option.
“Actually, I have an idea,” Jimin said in an obnoxious, mysterious tone.
Taehyung was at his wits end, so he took the bait.
“What do you have in mind?”
“When is Kookie’s next rut?”
Checking his calendar, Taehyung realized there was less than a week left. He said as much.
“Wait, that’s probably why he’s more uhh, worked up than usual this week.”
When either of their ruts would hit, Taehyung and Jungkook had a mutual agreement to leave the other in the dorm alone for privacy, obviously. And because Taehyung was lowkey scared of the person he’d become if Jungkook was around him during his rut.
“You shouldn’t leave when his rut hits this time.” Jimin said.
“Huh? Why?”
Jimin groaned, “Taehyung I’m begging you, use your damn head.”
He knew where Jimin was going with this.
“Whatever is holding him back won’t matter during his rut. Of course I’m not telling you to take advantage of him. If you do something that either one of you doesn’t want, I’ll kill you.”
Taehyung literally shivered. Jimin’s threats were never to be taken lightly.
“Shit, I would never. I’d sooner drown than do something to hurt him.”
“Then you know what to do. I can tell he’s hurting himself too with this push and pull thing you two have going on. I just want both of you to be happy.”
Taehyung put out his cigarette and stood up.
“Thank you, Jiminie,” he said, and after exchanging goodbyes and telling each other good night, Taehyung headed back inside.
He had to make this work.
♡
The days passed in a blur of doing assignments, getting ready for tests, and psyching himself up for the… plan? Can he even call it that? It wasn’t like Taehyung had an established course of action, he was more of an act based on circumstances kind of person.
Before he knew it, it was Saturday, a day before Jungkook’s rut was supposed to fully hit. Taehyung busied himself making breakfast and tea in the kitchen, waiting for Jungkook to wake up.
Focused on frying the scrambled eggs and bacon, he didn’t notice the other alpha enter the kitchen, and he jumped when he left two arms around his waist and a chin resting on his shoulder.
“Shit, Jungkook, you scared me.” Taehyung scolded, putting down the spatula and turning around to face him.
Jungkook grumbled something under his breath, and inhaled deeply.
“Hyungie smells so good,” he groaned, smushing his face in Taehyung’s chest.
Taehyung obviously wasn’t aware of his own scent so he had asked Jungkook to describe it to him once.
“It’s hard to explain, but it’s sort of like freshly cut grass? And that smell after it rains outside. Sometimes it gets acidic when you’re mad, but it’s still so good. I think hyung smells the best.”
Turning off the stove to avoid burning their food, Taehyung inspected Jungkook more closely. His skin was hot to the touch, but not burning yet. Eyes droopy, as if tired, but still clenching Taehyung’s shirt in a tight grip. And the most important part.
He was wearing Taehyung’s favorite purple hoodie.
“You little thief, I’ve been looking for this for days,” he said, massaging Jungkook’s nape.
“Smells like hyung so I took it.”
Taehyung groaned internally. He was going to die at the hands of Jeon Jungkook.
“Taehyungie,” Jungkook started, voice too quiet for his liking, “you probably already know, but my rut is supposed to come tomorrow, so um…”
“Yeah, I know,” Taehyung really didn’t want to lie, but things had to change, “I’ll go to Jimin and Yoongi’s place in the morning.”
Jungkook looked up at him. He seemed so… sad and vulnerable that Taehyung wanted to bundle him up in all the blankets they had and keep him safe. He didn’t miss when Jungkook’s gaze focused on his lips and he slightly leaned in, as if in a trance.
Taehyung licked his lips in anticipation and Jungkook swallowed audibly, until he was so close Taehyung could feel his little puffs of breath on his face. The few centimeters between them felt like miles and Taehyung wanted to be closer, closer, to drown himself in the smell of Jungkook’s roses, to feel him in his very soul.
Jungkook’s eyes closed completely, and just as Taehyung was about to fully close the distance, the other alpha slumped against him, making Taehyung almost loose his balance completely. Bracing himself against the table, he sat down on a stool and pulled Jungkook in his lap.
“Careful, Jungkookie.”
“’m tired, hyungie. Wanna sleep.”
Taehyung laughed, “Bun, you just woke up. Plus you need to eat first.”
“Noooo, I didn’t get enough sleep. I only got up so I could see hyung. I’m gonna miss you.”
Fucking hell. The urge to reassure Jungkook and tell him he wouldn’t leave was almost strong enough to come clean. He swore to never lie to Jungkook ever again.
Instead, Taehyung squeezed his soft cheeks, looking at the way it made Jungkook’s lips pucker and pout while the alpha scrunched his nose.
“You’re too fucking cute, my god,” Taehyung groaned and kissed Jungkook’s forehead before he could overthink it.
“Feed me then. These cheeks can’t survive by themselves you know.”
“You brat,” Taehyung said, with no real malice behind it, “If you wanna eat you have get up from hyung’s lap so I can plate it for you.”
Jungkook crossed his arms, making his chest bulge even through the hoodie. Taehyung was not staring. Not at all.
“You meanie! Making me get up while I’m so weak and helpless,” Jungkook sassed as he got up. Taehyung instantly missed his weight on his lap.
“I’m so sorry princess! How could this peasant ever repent for his sins?”
Jungkook looked him up and down for a minute, faking an uncaring gaze. When he settled on a verdict he voiced it out to Taehyung.
“More kisses and cuddles!”
And that’s how they spent the rest of the day, with Taehyung making sure that Jungkook ate first, of course. He allowed himself a day of peace before things went south.
♡
Taehyung woke to a loud, crashing noise. He groaned, pushing his face harder in the pillow, covering his ear with another in an unsuccessful attempt to go back to sleep.
He almost dozed off again until a growl resounded in the dorm. Jungkook was awake.
In less than ten seconds, Taehyung was fully awake, hastily pulling on a pair of shorts. Not even considering putting on a shirt, he was out the door and going down the hall. Another growl directed him to the bathroom.
The door was wide open.
In the middle of the bathroom, Jungkook was on his knees, surrounded by haphazardly arranged pieces of clothing. On his right was Taehyung’s laundry basket, toppled over and now empty.
Jungkook was clutching a hoodie that Taehyung had recently worn, which means that his scent was still almost fresh on it. His fists were grabbing the fabric so hard it was tearing in some places. He pushed it against his face, whining quietly at every sniff, as he ground his cock against his other hand.
Lust itself manifested in their bathroom.
High on Taehyung’s scent, Jungkook didn’t even notice the man himself standing at the door. Taehyung didn’t dare enter yet. The bathroom was Jungkook’s territory as of now, and going into his space unless invited could start an ugly fight. And Taehyung knew he’d let Jungkook kick him down completely before raising a hand against him.
Steeling himself and taking a deep breath that almost made him stumble back from Jungkook’s intoxicating rut scent, he said in the calmest voice he could muster, “Jungkook.”
The reaction was immediate.
Jungkook snapped his head to him, and his pupils dilated to the point that you could only see a thin ring of red around them.
“Alpha,” he whined, high pitched and so desperate that Taehyung felt his mouth go dry. Jungkook was up and rushing towards him then, and Taehyung opened his arms for him, to show he wasn’t a threat. But before he could reach him, Jungkook grabbed onto the washing machine to stop himself.
“No,” he cried.
No?
“No, no, no, NO, NO!” Jungkook had started full on yelling now, “Leave! You have to leave! You promised me, you said you would!” Tears were going down his pretty face, making glistening rivulets on his cheeks, and Taehyung’s heart hurt.
“Angel, I’m here, hyung’s here-”
“NO,” he growled, shaking his head, tears falling down on the tiles, “You don’t fucking understand, you don’t know what I-”
“ENOUGH,” Taehyung’s deep voice boomed through the bathroom, letting out a harsh growl of his own.
Intimidated, Jungkook didn’t make another sound.
The silence stretched on for hours, while it realistically lasted only for a few seconds.
“I don’t understand? What the fuck do you take me for?” Taehyung said as he started slowly walking into the bathroom, eyes zeroed in on Jungkook. On his prey.
“You think I don’t hear what you do in your room night after night? That I don’t hear you whine and beg and scream for me? That I don’t fucking smell on you how much you want me?”
Jungkook hiccuped from his previous sobs, still frozen in place.
“I know about all those things, Jungkook.” Only a few steps separated them now, “But what I don’t know is why you keep pulling away when it’s fucking obvious I want you too. That I crave you just as much.”
“Because I’m not an omega!” Jungkook cried the loudest Taehyung had ever heard from him.
“Because I can’t be what hyung needs! Because hyung deserves someone better. People tell me I don’t act like a real alpha, that I’m weird for being the way I am, that all alphas should be strong and provide for others. But I don’t fucking want that. I want you and it kills me.” Jungkook poured his heart out through wet sobs and tears, and his scent was full of grief. Wilted flowers invaded Taehyung’s chest, but before he could suffocate, he surged forward and grabbed a handful of Jungkook’s waist.
With his other hand Taehyung pushed his face against his own and their lips met. Jungkook gasped into the kiss and Taehyung took the opportunity to mold his lips against Jungkook’s mouth better. Both of his hands now on his face, Taehyung wiped away the tears from his soft cheeks and reveled in Jungkook’s taste.
He kissed him sweetly at first, to show his love and devotion, and then hard and biting, pushing Jungkook against the washing machine to hold him in place. Jungkook matched his rhythm and fisted a hand in Taehyung hair, tugging him closer.
Taehyung separated their mouths to let him breathe as Jungkook’s nose must be plugged from all the crying.
“You dumb idiot,” Taehyung started but Jungkook shut him up with another kiss, even if panting from the lack of air.
“How could you think that?” Taehyung held him at a safe distance this time to not let his lips attack him again, “I don’t want a damn omega, what the fuck? I want you, and I don’t give a flying fuck what your status is. Alpha, beta, omega, it’s you. My Jungkook, my angel, mine.”
Jungkook’s eyes sparkled underneath the bathroom lights and he looked more beautiful than ever. With a long, relieved sigh, he got up on his tippy-toes and hugged Taehyung around the neck, sniffing at his scent gland. Taehyung hugged him back tightly around his waist, and then he lifted Jungkook up to place him on the washing machine.
The other squeaked in surprise, but let himself be manhandled. Some tears still escaped his eyes and Taehyung cooed.
“No more tears, bun please. You’re killing me.”
“I’m just,” a hiccup, “happy,” he said, and Taehyung wanted to give him the world.
“Will you let hyung help you? I don’t want to see you suffer any longer.” Taehyung said as he slowly caressed Jungkook’s jaw and then ran his nose around the scent gland.
“Yes,” Jungkook responded breathlessly, “There’s nothing more that I want.”
It was all Taehyung needed to hear.
He pulled Jungkook’s legs around his waist and picked him up completely with some effort.
“Taehyungie!” two hands clutched on his shoulders, “I can walk you know.”
“So? My angel deserves only the best treatment.”
As he headed out of the bathroom, Taehyung asked, “Which room, Jungkook-ah?”
Jungkook layed his head on his shoulder, “Mine.”
Taehyung wasn’t sure whether he meant the room or something else with that, but he still felt a flutter in his chest
When they reached the door, Taehyung grabbed the handle with some maneuvering. He entered Jungkook’s room with said alpha still in his arms and softly put him down on the bed. He straightened slightly to look at him better and unceremoniously gasped.
Around the spot where he placed Jungkook, were several pillows, soft blankets and different clothes. Some he recognized as Jungkook’s, but the rest were Taehyung’s own. Even the ones Jungkook was currently wearing.
“Bun, you-” Taehyung looked down at Jungkook’s blushing face, “You made a nest.”
“Shut up,” Jungkook whined, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment.
“It’s so pretty. Can hyung come in?”
“Of course, Taehyungie,” Jungkook replied, making grabby hands at him.
Alpha’s nesting wasn’t unheard of, but still rare, especially with the societal standards imposed on each subgender. Joining an omegas nest was incredibly personal and reserved only for their mate. An alpha’s nest was even more so. A true sign of vulnerability and trust.
Alphas provided, omegas took whatever was given to them and showed affection in turn. Betas were often left to the side, not usually being the main interested of either alphas or omegas. Taehyung never was one for rigid societal rules. Each person was different, and their life can’t (and shouldn’t be reduced) to a subgender. A lot of things made up a person, and focusing on only one aspect couldn’t lead to good outcomes.
His mindset was probably what made him not understand why Jungkook was pushing him away, he realized. Taehyung never saw anything wrong about people with the same subgender being in a relationship, but he hadn’t been vocal about it enough.
Taehyung decided he’d show Jungkook instead.
“But if you mess up my nest…” Jungkook glared, and Taehyung froze in place above him, “No mercy.”
“If some clothes fall down, you always have the real thing to scent, baby.”
Jungkook’s narrowed in on Taehyung, and in a swift motion, he switched their positions, each meaty, plush thigh on either side of Taehyung’s hips. He took hold of Taehyung’s wrists and held them above his head.
Taehyung went easily. He should let Jungkook have his fun. Wait and see long long it takes until he starts begging.
Their lips met and danced together in a flurry of bites and deep kisses and licks. Jungkook grinded his hips against him, his cock hard again, and Taehyung groaned in his mouth, tugging on Jungkook’s bottom lip until he answered with a whine.
“Go on, pup. Make yourself feel good.”
A shiver racked Jungkook’s body and Taehyung’s wolf basked in satisfaction. Finally, Jungkook would take what was his.
And he did. He moved his hips in slow, back and forth motions, their cocks lining up and rubbing against each other. Both of them had wet patches on the front of their shorts, cocks leaking precum, warmth radiating in between them. The friction was delicious, though slightly dry, and Taehyung had to stop himself from using his hands. Not yet.
At a particularly hard thrust, both them moaned in unison, Jungkook’s eyes rolling back and so much lust pouring out of him that Taehyung could drink it out of a cup.
“Good boy, just like that,” Taehyung praised, and he felt Jungkook cock twitch.
“Fuck, ngh, Taehyung,”
“I know my angel likes to be praised, don’t you love?”
Jungkook nodded his head rapidly, hips still moving, “Yes, hah… Love it, love being hyung’s good boy.”
Taehyung growled, capturing Jungkook’s plush, red mouth in another bruising kiss. Getting more aggravated, Jungkook moved faster, but it didn’t seem like enough. He pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting them as he panted.
“Please, hyung, want you so bad,” he let out a whine.
That was it.
Taehyung easily broke away his wrists from Jungkook’s hold, and grabbed his small fucking waist (why was it so tiny?), and guided him in proper movements, making the other let out little ah ah ahs on every move. Seeing Jungkook get closer to his release, he pushed him back to their original position.
“There’s way too many clothes on you,” he said, frustrated, and pulled down Jungkook’s shorts and off his legs, throwing them somewhere. Jungkook whimpered when his cock bounced against his stomach, hard and leaking and so red it looked painful. Taehyung would make it better.
He did the same with Jungkook’s (Taehyung’s really) shirt, and then pushed down his own shorts enough to free his cock. Jungkook looked down and let out the loudest moan yet.
“Holy fuck, so big, alpha’s cock is so big,” he said, looking at it in awe, as if caught in a trance.
Taehyung took them both in one hand and spread around the precum, coating them to make it easier, and then he moved his hand, up and down, Jungkook gasping in pleasure, Taehyung not far behind.
“Do you feel how hard I am, angel?” Taehyung said, tightening his fist, “All of this is for you. I’m so fucking hard just for you. For you to do as you please, to take my knot and cum.”
Jungkook growled and his eyes were similar to how they got in the bathroom as he put a hand on Taehyung’s, making him stroke faster.
“Taehyungie’s knot is mine,” his voice was so rough, almost unrecognizable.
“Yes, yes, baby, all of hyung is yours.”
“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned and Taehyung nodded his head.
Taehyung bent forward to take Jungkook’s right nipple in his mouth and their hands sped up. He lapped at it, and when he bit, Jungkook tensed up, moaning uncontrollably as he came all over their hands, Taehyung’s stomach, some even getting on his face.
He milked him until the very last drop, until Jungkook didn’t take away his hand, whining in oversensitivity. Looking at the image before him, Jungkook let out a happy sigh, spreading his come around Taehyung’s neck, particularly his scent gland. Taehyung chuckled at him.
“My possessive baby,” he said fondly and Jungkook hmphed. He looked down at Taehyung’s cock and pouted.
“Hyungie didn’t come,” he said so sadly as if he was wounded.
Taehyung couldn’t help himself. He cooed at Jungkook and enveloped him in a hug, resting his head in the crook of his neck.
“Don’t worry, angel,” he said against his ear, “hyung will come when he fucks you.”
Jungkook gasped and his previously soft dick started to chub up again.
“Already?”
“I’m literally on my rut, shut the fuck up.”
Taehyung laughed again, “I have no complaints, bunny.”
“You just made me come, you can’t call me that.”
“No? But I know how much you like it. And you were still cute when you came.”
“Was not.”
“Was too.”
“Was not.”
“Was too.”
“Oh my god, just fuck me already.” Jungkook said, exasperated, throwing his hands up.
Taehyung got up from the bed
“Where are you going?”
“To get lube, I’m not gonna fuck you dry.”
“We can use mine, idiot.”
Taehyung cocked an eyebrow at him, almost loosing focus while gazing at Jungkook’s sprawled out, glorious body. His pale skin glowed under the weak morning light, and Taehyung let himself gaze over his toned abs and thick thighs between which he would gladly die. Then he looked at Jungkook’s round, angelic face, his dark, big eyes that held galaxies.
“Brat. Behave, or I’ll leave you here to get by with your toys.” Realistically, it was an empty threat, but Taehyung was curios what route Jungkook would take. Either he’d disobey, continue trying to rile Taehyung up, looking for a punishment, or he’d listen, and get what he wants sooner.
“Please take the lube out of the nighstand, Taehyungie.”
Seems like option two won.
“That’s a good boy, Jungkook-ah.” Taehyung said, pleased, and opened the nightstand drawer.
In all good honesty, Taehyung expected to find the lube there and maybe condoms, along with some random miscellaneous things.
Indeed, Taehyung found vanilla scented lube and condoms.
And dildos. Multiple.
Two of them were different sizes skin tone coloured, with some realistic details. The bigger one was pretty close to Taehyung’s actual size, even having a knot at the base.
Right on the mark, my beloved one.
The third one though…
“Jungkook, what the hell is this?” Taehyung said, genuinely shocked, as he picked up the monstrous dildo to show to Jungkook. Measuring up to around maybe 10 inches, and twice as thick as the others. It was made of hard silicone with swirly patterns of white, pink and purple, with different ridges, and of course, a gigantic knot.
Taehyung had no idea how this could fit inside someone.
Jungkook squeaked, and threw some of the blankets and clothes on top of himself.
“Nooo, I forgot about it,” his voice was muffled from beneath the blankets.
“Jungkookie, wait, you’ll mess up your nest,” Taehyung said as he approached the bed and knelt on the floor in front of where Jungkook was hiding on the bed.
“Angel, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.”
“It’s ok, Taehyungie. I told you to get the lube after all.” They sat like that for a minute or two until Jungkook seemed to overpower his embarrassment, and peeked out his head.
“You wanna know about it?”
“Only if you wanna tell hyung, no pressure.”
“Okay,” he said, and put the fabrics covering him aside. He was blushing so deeply his face was hot to the touch.
Taehyung realised he was still holding the monster cock so he put it down sheepishly.
“I bought this one fairly recently. Obviously, starting with something this big is insane, so I ordered some smaller dildos first and worked my way up. I’ve… I’ve liked you for a long time, so if something ever did happen between us, even though I thought it wasn’t possible, I wanted to be ready either way. So I experimented with different sizes, eventually getting bigger ones. One day I saw a bunch of dildos like this on the website, so I got curios. Wanted to see how far I could push myself,” Jungkook cleared his throat briefly, avoiding eye contact, “I’ve only used it once so far, and it was… Successful.”
Holy fucking shit mother of god.
Taehyung’s mouth hanged open.
“Obviously it wasn’t easy, it took a lot, and I mean A LOT, of fingering. I also made sure you wouldn’t be home that day for a longer period of time because something like this would have me, um, unavailable, let’s just say. Eventually I got it in after a good hour and a half of prep, and it was,” he gulped audibly, “good. So yeah that’s how it happened sorry for rambling so much-”
“That’s so fucking hot,” Taehyung said eloquently. Jungkook whined, hands going up to hide his face.
“Where did you do it?”
“In-in the bathroom.”
“So that’s why it smelled so strongly of you that day,” Taehyung said, reminiscing, “I thought maybe you’d taken a really long shower and gotten off or something…” He technically still did that
Jungkook let out a quiet yeah.
Getting up from his knees, Taehyung put the lube on the bed near Jungkook’s toned abdomen, and spread Jungkook’s legs as he settled between them.
“I’m gonna fuck you better than all your toys, bun,” Taehyung, gaze darkening as he stroked Jungkook’s thighs. He wanted to suffocate between them.
“Please do,” Jungkook whimpered, thighs jumping from where Taehyung pinched them.
Taehyung opened the bottle of lube and spread the liquid on his fingers, warming it up a little.
“Spread your legs for me, pretty.” Jungkook did as he was told, and pride bloomed in Taehyung’s chest. Such an obedient boy he had.
Grabbing a pillow, Taehyung stuffed it under Jungkook’s hips for a better angle.
“Comfy?”
“Yeah, Taehyungie, thank you,” Jungkook said sweetly and Taehyung groaned.
“Stop being so adorable when I’m about to finger you.”
“You don’t really need to finger me though.”
Confused, Taehyung lowered his gaze. Jungkook hole was pink and glistening, contracting as he got more worked up. Taehyung put two fingers at the entrance and they went in easily, no resistance meeting them. Jungkook moaned, moving his hips along with the rhythm of Taehyung’s fingers.
“I fingered myself this morning when I woke up,” Jungkook said breathlessly, “I couldn’t come though, so I went looking for more of your clothes.”
Taehyung couldn’t help it.
He spanked one of Jungkook’s ass cheeks harshly and spat out, “Whore.”
“Yes,” Jungkook moaned, another finger entering him, “I’m hyung’s whore, please, please.”
Taehyung grabbed his face roughly, “Whores only take what they’re given,” he spat out and Jungkook nodded his head, grabbing onto the bed sheets.
Taehyung struck him again and a sick feeling unraveled within him, like a monster finally let out of a cage. He looked at Jungkook’s reddening skin, at the wet hole swallowing up his fingers with a squelch as he added more lube.
Jungkook was a writhing mess below him. Body flushed, eyes disoriented, nipples perked up and cock hard and leaking precum steadily. Taehyung spanked him a few more times, on the thighs too for good measure, and then he took away his fingers and spit right on his hole.
“Fuck, fuck Taehyung please fuck me already I can’t-”
Taehyung grabbed Jungkook by the hips, lifted his bottom, and licked all over Jungkook’s hole. He dived in like a starved man, moaning over Jungkook’s taste.
It was filthy and disgusting and so wet, lube, spit and cum everywhere, and Taehyung thought that this is the closest he would ever get to a divine experience.
Jungkook’s thighs closed around his head as he grabbed a handful of hair and moved in tandem.
“Yeah baby, just like that, take what you need,” Taehyung growled, flattening his tongue to let Jungkook move against it.
Jungkook was shaking uncontrollably now, every lick made him twitch and whine and cry out.
Taehyung’s own cock wept pathetically, precum pooling on the sheets underneath it.
“Fuck, you taste so fucking good,” Taehyung said, and he must look as delirious as he felt, because when he looked at Jungkook from between his legs, the other groaned and grabbed him forcefully.
They kissed sloppily, Jungkook letting out pleased moans as he tasted himself on Taehyung’s tongue.
“Taehyung, I need you to fuck me right now or I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
If he had been more coherent, Taehyung would’ve teased him over it, but he felt the same.
Pulling back, Taehyung took the bottle of lube, but Jungkook snatched it from him, opened it and poured a good amount in his hand and then coated Taehyung’s cock thoroughly, making him as wet as possible as he stroked him.
“Enough baby, you’ll make me come,” Taehyung moaned, pulling his hand off.
“How do you want me?”
“Just like this,” Jungkook answered, settling back down on his back, pillow under his hips, “Wanna see hyungie.”
Taehyung guided Jungkook legs around his waist and took a hold of his cock, slapping it against the pink entrance. Everything was so wet that you could see strings of cum and lube connecting Taehyung’s cock and his angel’s pretty hole.
Taehyung didn’t know how he stopped himself from shoving inside Jungkook roughly. A sadistic smile spread on his face as Jungkook got more agitated, moving his hips, trying to make the cock slip in. When he grabbed Taehyung’s forearm, he tsked.
“No, love.”
“No?” Jungkook’s eyebrows pinched in confusion and his eyes turned glossy. Little crybaby.
“Beg for it. Fucking beg for it like you do when you’re alone and think I can’t hear anything.” Taehyung snarled, spreading Jungkook’s legs as far as they could go, sick satisfaction running through him when he saw the trembles running through his body.
Jungkook gasped and a spurt of precum leaked out of his cock. Taehyung had to stop himself from licking it. He promised himself he’d give Jungkook the best damn head of his life once they were both more coherent.
Taehyung pinned Jungkook down with his gaze and waited. He saw a challenge in his eyes, which was unexpected, considering that not long ago he had been begging.
Jungkook’s eyes were blazing red, and had they been in different circumstances, Taehyung would’ve thought he was angry. Not this time though.
“Give it to me,” he snarled, a deep sound resonating in his chest as he grabbed Taehyung’s hips, “Give me your cock and fuck me hard and disgusting and nasty like I know you can. Like you want to break me in half and make me incapable of walking. Breed me, Taehyung.”
He did just that. With a growl of his own, Taehyung allowed his instincts take over, letting his cock be engulfed by Jungkook’s sweet, tight heat. He built a steady rhythm of hard and deep thrusts and watched the hole open up with every push and snap of his hips
“Alpha, alpha,” Jungkook let out sound after sound, moans and whines and satisfied purrs as he took all that Taehyung had to give.
No doubt, Taehyung felt like he lost his mind. He held Jungkook in place by his waist and he could see finger shaped bruises adorning his flesh already. Then his eyes focused on the bulge showing up on the alpha’s stomach as he moved inside of him. He pressed his palm in that spot and Jungkook gasped.
“Made for me. You’re fucking made for me, made to take my cock. Mine.” Taehyung moaned, high on the feeling of Jungkook tightening around him.
“Yes,” Jungkook’s sweet voice trembled as he was jostled on the bed, his pecs jiggling with the force of Taehyung fucking him, “I’m so full, Taehyungie. You make me so full.”
Taehyung’s cock twitched inside Jungkook and he focused his efforts to find his prostate. He smirked in pride when he did. Caught off guard, Jungkook downright screamed as Taehyung kept hitting his spot, eyes rolling back and drool leaking out of his mouth, making his lips glisten invitingly. Taehyung bent down to kiss him, resting his forearms on either side of his head.
You couldn’t even call it a kiss, really. Instead they both panted in each other’s mouths, moans and sounds of slick filling up the room, along with their heady pheromones. Jungkook was a drug and Taehyung was beyond addicted. He was a lost man swimming in the pool of his angel’s star filled eyes, in the heat of his body, in his intoxicating words that he took in with every breath he had.
“Tell me how you feel,” Taehyung said, voice surprisingly soft, compared to the harsh way he kept fucking Jungkook.
“So good, hyung,” Jungkook groaned, “All I’ve ever wanted. Love your cock.”
Possessiveness clouded his mind and he roughly grabbed Jungkook’s sharp jaw.
“That’s fucking right. No one can fuck you like I do.”
“Yeah, o-only hyung, I’m only yours,” Jungkook stuttered out, “Harder, fuck me harder.”
Taehyung would always give him what he wanted. He straightened up, picking up the pace, and Jungkook’s ‘ah, ah, ahs’ got louder and higher in pitch, holding onto the bed sheets so tightly Taehyung heard them rip. His nest was also a mess, but he had a feeling Jungkook wouldn’t mind.
“Cum for me. Cum all over yourself and show hyung how much you like it, baby,” Taehyung ordered.
That was enough to push Jungkook over the edge, his body tensing up like a bowstring as he whimpered as if pained, cum shooting up all over their stomachs, some even getting on Taehyung’s face. Taehyung spread apart his cheeks further as he felt his knot swelling up, thrusting a few more times until Jungkook’s pink, puffy hole gave way and he pushed his knot in entirely. The pleasure was too overwhelming for Taehyung’s body. His vision became unfocused as he finally came inside, long spurts of cum painting Jungkook’s walls. He collapsed on top of Jungkook, tired from the insane morning they’ve had.
Jungkook moaned happily, “So full,” he purred.
Taehyung’s vision slowly refocused as they both settled after their orgasms. He felt Jungkook’s hand moving between them. Looking down at what he was doing, Taehyung saw him caressing the bulge on his stomach, caused by Taehyung’s knot and cum. He didn’t even register the growl leaving his mouth at the sight, just placed his hand atop Jungkook’s so he could feel it too.
It was tough to move around, what with their bodied being connected so intimately and still sensitive, but eventually Taehyung maneuvered them until he was on his back, Jungkook stradling him with one leg and face resting on his chest. Occasionally, a few shivers would jostle him and he’d whine at the involuntary movement. Taehyung’s knot was still inflated inside of him.
As gently as he could, Taehyung covered them both with a blanket and ran his hands over Jungkook’s back, feeling the goosebumps rising on his skin. The other left kisses all over Taehyung’s face and neck, short and sweet pecks that squeezed his heart.
“Sleepy,” Jungkook said, his mouth opening in a big yawn.
“Sleep, angel. Hyung will take care of everything, don’t worry,” he promised, kissing the crown of Jungkook’s head.
“M’kay,” Jungkook responded with another yawn, settling down more comfortably, his hand on Taehyung’s chest curling into a small fist.
Only a few minutes of silence passed until he could hear Jungkook’s cute snores. Taehyung felt himself smile like a dumb idiot, still kissing Jungkook softly on his head.
He loved him, no doubt about it. Jungkook’s rut had only started, and he knew it wouldn’t be easy, but he’d be with Jungkook every step of the way. Taehyung would sooner lay down his life before he wouldn’t fuss over his alpha’s well-being.
His alpha.
He really liked the sound of that.
Taehyung’s eyes closed on their own, the exhaustion catching up to him. He would tell Jungkook everything once he’d wake up. How much he loved him, how much he wanted him safe and happy and protected. He’d tell him that no matter what, Jungkook was his only one and would always be so.
They had time. Finally, Taehyung could shower him in praise and spoil him properly like he wanted.
At last he fell asleep with Jungkook in his arms, heart full of love for an angel with stars in his eyes.