Chapter 40: Oh, fuck.

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Chapter 40: Oh, fuck.

Tongues intertwine in an exquisite dance of hunger and lust before Jungkook goes completely wild and starts exploring Taehyung’s mouth with his tongue. Taehyung tastes heavenly. Roses creep up on Taehyung’s cheeks all the way up to the tips of his ears, eyeliner slightly smudged, and sweat pooling around his temples.

His fingers are clenching the sheets tightly, and he seems so messed up already, Jungkook can’t wait to pleasure him. Can’t wait to hear his beautiful moans and whines and gasps.

“Taehyung.” The called boy whines lowly upon hearing his name leave Jungkook's lips so sinfully.

“Do you mind if I’m a little rough?”

Jungkook never explored that much, always drawing the line somewhere, but he knows himself well and is aware that if things continue, he’s most likely going to lose control of himself. He would rather not end up hurting Taehyung, even if it’s unintentional.

Taehyung shakes his head no.

Jungkook grabs his legs to wrap them around his waist again. He works fast at taking off Taehyung’s shirt, and he’s dreamed of seeing Taehyung like this, laying underneath him with his chest bare.

His hands are cold against Taehyung’s burning chest. He can’t help himself from exploring, amazement obvious in his features. Taehyung’s body is just so perfect – tiny waist and chubby tummy and coffee-colored nipples that have been calling Jungkook ever since he took Taehyung’s shirt off.

He licks a stripe starting from Taehyung’s belly button all the way up to his chest, indulging in the shiver that runs up Taehyung’s spine. The older’s back arches so beautifully at Jungkook's actions – the latter wonders if Taehyung’s always this sensitive.

His tongue travels to Taehyung’s nipple, and he starts sucking on it, swirling his tongue around it, biting into it lightly – anything just to see Taehyung squirm around while he softly runs his other hand up and down Taehyung’s thigh. Noticing the way Taehyung’s biting his bottom lip in an attempt to muffle his moans, Jungkook guesses he should do better in order to hear those sweet sounds.

“Baby, I need you to strip for me.”

Taehyung takes a while processing Jungkook's words, but soon enough unwraps his legs from Jungkook's waist and hurries to take the remaining of his clothes off, pulling down his pajama along with his underwear.

Jungkook can’t wait to taint him.

His lips kissed the inside of Taehyung’s thigh before biting and sucking on the skin fervently. He finally hears what he’s been aiming for, as Taehyung’s breath hitches, and he moans lowly – that’s probably his weak spot.

He doesn’t notice how his fingernails are digging into Taehyung’s skin a bit too roughly.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jungkook murmured, admiring the purple hickeys littering Taehyung’s golden skin.

Then he kisses the tip of Taehyung’s feet and the action has Taehyung covering his mouth, muffling his whine.

“Every single inch of you is so gorgeous.”

The words escape his lips involuntarily. At this point, he’s just saying what has been on his mind, what he’s been keeping in himself for so long. But it seems like Taehyung likes it, judging by his pretty smile.

Jungkook notices that Taehyung’s already hard. Even his cock is pretty, arching into his tummy in such a gorgeous manner. The head is the most beautiful shade of pink, and Jungkook can’t stop himself from placing a brief kiss on it.

“Koo, aren’t you going to strip as well?”

Jungkook looks up, studying Taehyung’s expression before he gets rid of his shirt.

Jungkook kisses him for the second time that night, and it’s nothing like their first kiss.

This time it’s slow and prolonged, almost soft. Jungkook's hands are burning against his skin as he spits on Taehyung’s cock. Taehyung moans at that – before he takes it in his hold and starts jerking him off quickly. His pace is nearly animalistic, and Taehyung can’t help but moan loudly, back arching off the bed and fingers buried in Jungkook's dark locks.

Jungkook's wrist works pure magic – he flicks his wrist in the best way and presses his thumb against the tip of Taehyung’s cock. Just a few strokes later, Taehyung is embarrassingly close. Perhaps Jungkook notices it by the way Taehyung attempts to bring his thighs closer together, looking for more friction.

That’s why he grips the base of Taehyung’s cock and fucking stops.

“Oh my god,” Taehyung whines, opening his eyes to look down at Jungkook.

Who is, naturally, smirking at him devilishly, and Taehyung briefly thinks that that’s a good look on him.

“Why the fuck did you stop?”

“Can’t have you coming so early on, baby.”

He makes sure to lube up all of his fingers properly, not paying attention to how cold the substance is against his burning skin. Jungkook finally takes a look at Taehyung’s hole and, as always, his only reaction is fuck.

Taehyung’s pretty hole is clenching around nothing, looking so eager to be filled up that it almost makes Jungkook shove his cock in one go and fill him up with his cum. Unfortunately, he can’t do that because even if he told Taehyung he’d go a little rougher, that’d be a little bit too rough.

His fingers are already lubed up, but…

Taehyung’s hole looks so tempting that Jungkook can’t stop himself from bending down and having a small taste. He licks around the rim and has Taehyung squirming and moaning, his usually deep voice now high-pitched and raspy.

“Fuck, Jungkook-”

Taehyung’s reactions only give Jungkook more courage, and he rams his tongue into Taehyung’s hole, reveling in the way Taehyung gasps and begs Jungkook to never stop. The older is grinding down onto Jungkook's tongue, and he’s so fucking needy that it makes Jungkook smile internally.

He blindly reaches for the inside of Taehyung’s thighs and makes him place his legs on his shoulders and wrap them around his neck. Taehyung’s loud moans are endless as Jungkook moves his tongue in and out his hole, sometimes sucking on it just to hear Taehyung’s pretty whimpers.

Jungkook stops and pulls away, ignoring Taehyung’s protests, and wipes the drool from his chin with the back of his hand as he looks at Taehyung. True to his thoughts, Taehyung looks wrecked, drooling onto the pillow with his cheeks aflame and eyebrows furrowed. Jungkook feels too proud of himself and can’t stop himself from grinning down at Taehyung confidently.

He’s sure that if he kept going at it for a bit longer, Taehyung would come untouched.

As hot as that would be, Jungkook doesn’t want him coming until he’s inside of him.

And Taehyung himself looks pretty desperate to come, so Jungkook guesses he should get to it. With a gulp, he smacks the inside of Taehyung’s thigh, earning himself a loud moan and a reddened thigh, before he presses his middle finger into the rim of Taehyung’s hole.

Taehyung doesn’t react much to the first finger that enters him, save for his shaky exhalation. Jungkook studies his face properly, then moves his finger around – Taehyung’s legs start shaking a bit, but he seems used to it.

So, Jungkook shoves in the second finger and then waits for a sign from Taehyung. As soon as Taehyung nods, Jungkook scissors the digits inside of him slowly until he’s sure the burn has disappeared.

At the third finger, Taehyung starts gasping, moaning, and throwing his head back when Jungkook moves his fingers and curls them up.

“Are you alright, Baby?”

Jungkook's voice is husky and so low that he has to clear his throat after speaking. Taehyung nods.

“Don’t worry. I can handle it.”

He looks back at his fingers moving in and out of Taehyung, staring as if mesmerized, Taehyung’s moans are a symphony for his ears. Then he remembers his task and decides he should get to it because he can’t ignore the raging boner in his briefs any longer.

He kisses Taehyung quickly, moving his hair out of his forehead with his free hand. He whispers encouraging words into Taehyung’s ear, telling him how good he is and how Jungkook's going to reward him soon enough.


“K-kookie, please—”

Taehyung’s voice is soft and quiet, a hushed whisper between moans and groans.

“I can’t wait anymore, please give it to me.”

Jungkook curses under his breath, slowly moving his fingers out of Taehyung’s hole, relishing in both Taehyung’s whine and the way his hole clenches around nothing.

“What do you want, baby?”

Taehyung looks at him, eyes glazed with lust and need.

“I-I need you, please…”

Jungkook, still unsatisfied, strokes Taehyung’s cheek softly.

“What do you need? I won’t understand unless you tell me properly.”

Taehyung gulps down the lump in his throat, avoiding Jungkook's gaze as he speaks. He can hear how Jungkook sounds hot yet teasing.

“I need you, Jungkook.” Taehyung needily said, wrapping his arms around Jungkook's neck and bringing him closer.

“I need you to fuck me, fill me up with your thick cock—”

“You’re going to make me go crazy, Taehyung.”

Jungkook impatiently gets rid of his underwear and throws it somewhere on the floor without a care. He hisses at the air hitting his cock and wraps his fist around it, stroking himself a few times. Taehyung stares at him as if he’s a piece of meat, biting his lips and almost drooling because Jungkopk is huge, so thick, and so big; Taehyung just can’t wait to have Jungkook inside of him.

Jungkook wastes no time, feeling almost nervous with the way Taehyung’s staring at him so intently. Taehyung’s gaze is hungry, but Jungkok feels even hungrier to get to feel Taehyung’s heat wrapping around his cock.

He lines his cock with Taehyung’s hole. With a deep breath, he takes in all of Taehyung, gets drunk off his expression, and high off the way his body curves.

Then he shoves the head in, and it already feels like heaven.

Taehyung wraps around him so deliciously and Jungkook kisses the moans off his cherry lips, an action which also helps him muffle his own moans because Taehyung just feels too hot and too good. Their lips separate only when all of Jungkook's cock is inside Taehyung.

“Oh god, you’re so big—”

Jungkook almost smiles, prideful.

His heart feels full as he focuses only on the way Taehyung feels around him and once again wonders if this is really happening and if he’s really holding Kim Taehyung in his arms. He waits, and stays still, no matter how impatient he feels.

“Y-You can move—” Taehyung reassures him.

Jungkook's not sure how much time has passed, he just feels high, so fucking amazing.

He moves and can’t help but moan lowly in pleasure, but it’s nothing compared to the way Taehyung wails and rambles incoherently. He doesn’t stop moving his hips, picking up his pace. He places chaste kisses on Taehyung’s chest, then his collarbones, his neck, and his cheeks. Finally, he kisses Taehyung, trying to pour all of the affection he feels for him into one lock of lips.

His hands are soft against Taehyung’s skin, but he can’t help himself from sinking his teeth into Taehyung’s neck, never stopping the rough movement of his hips.

“Oh my god, Jungkook, n-never stop—”

Taehyung’s moans only manage to give Jungkook more energy as he rams into Taehyung with full force, one of his hands holding Taehyung’s wrists above his head while the other one busy wrapped around Taehyung’s cock, completely ravaging him.


Jungkook changes the angle, looking for that one sweet spot he knows will make Taehyung see stars.

“Fuck!”

Jungkook abuses Taehyung’s prostate, not even giving him a moment to think, hand jerking Taehyung off at the same pace his hips work wonders into Taehyung. He’s groaning and moaning, but it’s nothing compared to Taehyung’s loud voice. Jungkook briefly remembers that there are other patients near them, but then Taehyung kisses him, and he realizes he doesn’t care.

“Jungkook” Taehyung whispers, voice broken when Jungkook hit the spot once again.

Taehyung gasps, his tongue out in the air, eyes rolling back in pleasure; Jungkook wishes he could take a picture because Taehyung still manages to look so mesmerizing.

“I’m about to come—”

Jungkook starts slamming into Taehyung again, this time more slowly, more precisely; he wants to prolong this as much as possible. But he himself is on the verge and knows he won’t last much longer with the way Taehyung’s moaning and crying out his name, nails scratching at his broad back.

The hand that was wrapped around Taehyung’s cock is now touching his lips – so swollen and pretty, Jungkok can’t stop himself from kissing him. They separate and stare into each other’s eyes, gazes full of lust and need.

“Baby, can you come like this?”

“Yes, yes - oh god—”

Taehyung’s eyes close, and he throws his head back, exposing his neck. Jungkook kisses his neck, sucking on the skin harshly, leaving behind a trail of purple against the golden skin. He picks up the pace again, but it’s messier than before, obvious that he’s seeking his own relief, but he refuses to come until he sees Taehyung wail out in ecstasy.

With a few more slams of his hips, Taehyung’s screaming and coming ribbons of white onto his own stomach, pure pleasure written on his features as his fingers bury in Jungkook's hair, and he pulls hard, looking for some kind of leverage because he feels as if he’s going to float up soon.

Upon seeing Taehyung’s pleasured expression, Jungkook feels the familiar burning feeling in the pit of his own stomach, and before he realizes it he’s coming into Taehyung's stomach, attempting to muffle his moans in Taehyung’s neck at the shock of frenzy running through his entire body. He thrusts into Taehyung a few more times, milking out his orgasm, making the older squirm and whine from the overstimulation.


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