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Park Jimin was a dead man walking.
As soon as Jungkook was out of this place, he was going to make sure he’ll end up with Park Jimin, alone, in a dark place. And then Jimin was going to face a slow, cruel and very painful death. And Jungkook will stand over his body and smile in triumph.
Jimin deserved death. He really did, with the way he had lured Jungkook to a family get-together by feeding him lies about a lowkey party.
Park Jimin used to be his favourite cousin (not anymore, of course, not after this betrayal). So when he had called Jungkook, asking him to come to a cousins only party organised at their shared beach house in Busan, Jungkook had jumped at the opportunity. Uni had been stressing him the fuck out recently, and a weekend getaway to Busan with shitty beer and low quality tequila sounded like heaven. And perhaps a good dicking too. Jungkook definitely wanted to get laid.
So he’d dressed up, quite frankly, like a slut.
With a black crop top tight around his chest, paired with a pair of black booty shorts; Jungkook knew he looked fuckable. The top had a v-neck, giving just a glimpse of the curve of his pecs, the shorts barely covering the entirety of his ass. The black choker snug against his neck and the fishnets under his shorts complemented his look.
And Jungkook knew that guys will be on their knees for him. See, Jeon Jungkook knew he had the perfect body. With thick thighs, a tiny waist and a big ass, he knows the power he holds on people; and he uses that to his advantage. He knows how to get a man to worship the ground he walks on, knows how to get them to bend him over.
And that's exactly what he wanted for today. Cheap beer and a big dick inside his ass.
But imagine his surprise and utter bafflement when he walked through the doors of the house, only to find the place filled with his entire family. The place was crawling with his family members; aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmas and grandpas– his extended family, basically–and even a whole lot of strangers, dressed in posh suits and pretty gowns. And Jungkook looked like a complete fool, standing there with his mouth half open and eyes wide as ever.
And Jimin, fucking Park Jimin had taken one look at his attire and burst into laughter right in front him, going as far as to fall onto the floor with tears at the corner of his eyes.
And bam!
Suddenly, all eyes in the room were on him.
Jungkook felt himself flush, embarrassed to be the centre of attention. He ignored the looks, stalking off in the direction of drinks, leaving Jimin laughing on the floor. Fuck, if be was going to get through the night, he really needed a drink or two. Or several.
He gulps down a sip of red wine instead of beer, the drink sweet, leaving a fiery path as it slides down his throat.
His gaze wanders around the room, looking back at some of the guys who've been giving him the eyes ever since he took his place on one of the stools near the drinks counter. He trails his eyes over their figures; finds some of themhandsome, the others quite average. Their eyes tell Jungkook they want him but it's still not what Jungkook wants. He wants someone confident, who knows he can show Jungkook a good time. And none of the guys eyeing him look like that.
He sighs, walking towards his group of cousins making small talk as he tries to ignore the looks people are shooting at him– some disgusted, some hesitant and arrogant, but most hungry and dark.
He indulges their questions, making sure to tell on Jimin so that he can suffer at the hands of his hyungs, and honestly, Jungkook feels good. Though some of his relatives are assholes, all of his hyungs are warm and understanding, pulling him into short hugs and whispering comforting words to him. It makes Jungkook feel welcome and comfortable.
That's until he feels a pair of eyes trailing over his body, leaving a fiery trail. Jungkook involuntarily shivers, looking up to see a pair of dark, feline eyes staring right at him.
All of his bravado promptly evaporates. He's stuck in place, heart in his throat as the stranger's eyes rake over his frame, lingering at the v of his crop top, a small smirk slowly developing on his face. The man's eyes linger yet again at his thighs and crotch, itsoutline Jungkook knows the man can clearly see from his position directly in front of him.
As their eyes meet again, the man leans back, his legs spreading open and Jungkook can see the slight bulge in his pants.
He gasps lightly, gaze snapping up to find a smirk forming on the stranger's face. He gulps, his own legs snapping close as the man eyes him down again.
He doesn't even know the man, but all he wants is for the stranger to bend him over this fucking couch and pound into him, for everyone to see, to witness him taking cock so well, moaning like a little bitch. And fuck, the thought sends shivers down his spine, making him squirm in his place, throat feeling a little dry all of a sudden.
He reaches for the glass of wine, feeling the handsome man's eyes on him. He lifts the glass up to his lips, eyes meeting the man as he takes a small sip, suckling just a little on glass. He gulps it down slowly, his Adam's apple moving as the liquid burns down his throat. Feeling a little brave, Jungkook keeps his eyes on the stranger as he lets a small drop of alcohol trail down his lips, tracing along his neck and collarbones before it disappears in-between his pecs. The man's eyes darken and Jungkook let's his lips twitch ever so slightly. He does have an effect on the man, he realises, and the feeling has him reeling.
Jungkook’s breath stutters as the stranger's hands move towards his trousers at an agonising pace, thumb digging inside the pants to adjust them a little before his eyes leave Jungkook, now on one of the people he's sitting with.
Jungkook huffed, feeling a little betrayed as he's no longer the lone focus of the man's attention. His gaze wanders back to his own lap, staring at the little bulge in his shorts. He takes a quick glance around.
Once sure that no one is paying him mind, he quickly downs the rest of his wine, before mumbling some excuse and getting up to get some water. He purposefully walks by the man, wiggling his ass the way he knows will please the stranger. And just as expected, he feels eyes on him, the entire time he stalks into the kitchen.
The place is empty as Jungkook sets his cup on the table, hopping up on the countertop as he fills himself a glass of water.
He's not sulking. He's just sad that the Greek God doesn't think he's worth his attention anymore. That bruises his ego and makes him just a little desperate to have him. But Jungkook doesn't beg and that won't change today. No matter how handsome the man is, no matter how big his cock is, no matter how he could have Jungkook sobbing on his cock If he wanted to, Jungkook will not beg. He will not go to him, he won't- "Hey there, little one"
Jungkook’s gaze snaps forward, eyes widening just a little as they land on the man leaning against the wall, both his hands stuffed in his pant pockets, gaze hungry yet voice calm and unaffected.
Watchung him up close, Jungkook can tell that the man is older than him, in his late twenties or maybe early thirties. And fuck, Jungkook loves that. Older men are more experienced, they know just how to fuck andmake him quiver. And Jungkook knows for a fact that the elder man is big.
Now all Jungkook's gotta do is get the man to fuck him. And that is not going to be hard.
Jungkook places his cup down, jumps down from the countertop. He slowly walks around the table so he's standing in front of the man. "Hey" he mumbles, blinking up at the man, biting down on his bottom lip slowly. The effect is immediate with the way the man's eyes follow the action, his jaw tensing for a second.
Jungkook smirks at the little victory, letting his eyes wander. He leans closer to the man, one of his hands toying with the man's tie, albeit timidly. Jungkook sighs, a little breathless as the man's hands clutch at his waist, cupping the soft skin. And Jungkook cannot help but notice how his hands cover the entirety of Jungkook’s skin, one of his thumbs, pushing past his shorts, pushing down at his hip bone. "Your name, beautiful,'' the man says.
The younger's eyes fall shut, a small sound leaving his lips as he's pushed against the wall. The stranger crowds his space, keeping a firm grip on his chin, as he forces a leg between Jungkook's resting it right against Jungkook's crotch.
"Jungkook '' he gasps, his head resting back against the wall as the stranger's leg presses up against him, moving at an agonising pace.
The man leans closer, leaning his arm beside Jungkook’s head. "That's a pretty name, suits you very well" he whispered, pressing his leg harder.
"Please," Jungkook moans, too lost in the friction on his fully hard cock to care about his surroundings, to care that he was pressed up against the wall in his family house, moaning like a fucking whore, rubbing himself on a stranger, "Please -uh,"
"Taehyung" the man provided, "My name's Taehyung. Remember it, you'll need it when you're moaning like a bitch for me in a bit."
Heat coils in Jungkook’s stomach at that, hips moving faster as he ruts against Taehyung's thigh, trying his best to keep his whimpers in. "So tell me, Jungkook," Taehyung says, completely unbothered by the fact that Jungkook is rubbing himself on his thigh "what are you doing, dressed like this at a family get-together? Do you like people looking at you like they want to bend you over and take you right there? Do you crave attention so much that you have to dress up like a whore for it?"
Jungkook chuckles, a lazy smile forming on his face. "I was fooled, Taehyung. But I assure you, I wouldn't need to dress up to get anyone's attention. I have eyes on me because I'm fucking beautiful, it's not my fault I confuse people. I bet I can get anyone to fuck me right now, they'd be happy to pound into my tight ass"
A sharp hit on his crotch as Jungkook mewling as he arches into Taehyung. "T–Taehyung, please" he moans, feeling another sharp hit on his clothed cock before Taehyung's hand cups it, resting softly on it.
"I'm going to tell you this for the first and last time, beautiful. You will get my dick if and only if you are a good boy for me. I don't like brats, but I will discipline you if you talk back to me. And trust me, it won't be good for you", Taehyung's voice is dangerously low, a hard line between his brows that tells Jungkook that the older man is not fucking around, "I will pound into your tight ass and fill you up with my cum, but leave you high and dry. You run your mouth at me once again and I'll make sure you won't cum at all. Do you understand me, Jungkook? Will you be good for me?"
Jungkook nods, desperately bobbing his head. "I'll be good, 'S good" he slurs, rapidly slipping into a haze of submission. "Good" Taehyung purrs, his hand rubbing over Jungkook’s cock, a rewarding touch, his approval. Jungkook gives out a breathy moan, rolling his hips down and into Taehyung's hand as the elder palms him. Jungkook shivers against him, hips working faster as he feels himself getting closer and closer to that edge. "Please, please, hyung" the honorific slips out as he begs, bucking his hips, desperate "So close. 'M so close, please, wanna cum."
"Yeah? You're gonna cum for me? Make a mess and soil your pretty little shorts? Go ahead, baby, you can cum."
And Jungkook does, his hips stutter in Taehyung's hand, a loud moan spilling past his lips as he spills his load. He shivers, whimpering in Taehyung's neck as the man palms him through his orgasm, petting a hand on his head as he lets Jungkook catch his breath. "You're okay, Jungkook?" Taehyung inquires, hand curling through Jungkook's hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. Jungkook nods, blinking up at Taehyung as he wraps both his hands around the man's neck.
"Good," Taehyung growls, his hands going around the meatiest parts of Jungkook’s thighs before he picks him up, "Because I've been dying to fuck you ever since I saw you walk through that door. Wanted nothing more than to bend you over and fuck your filthy hole" Jungkook shivers at the words, holding onto Taehyung as he's carried out of the kitchen and quickly over the stairs, Taehyung making sure no one catches a glimpse of them.
As soon as they're in one of the bathrooms on the floor, Jungkook Is slammed against the wall, Taehyung's lips desperate and hungry as they force his open, tongue slipping inside Jungkook’s mouth to trace the roof of his mouth, fucking down his throat. Kissing Taehyung was everything Jungkook had imagined it would be. It was hot, wild, messy, with saliva dripping down his lips as Taehyung pressed him against the wall, hands grabbing at his thighs.
Jungkook whimpered into his mouth, panting when Taehyung toyed with his lip ring, sucking it into his mouth and nibbling at the metal. Taehyung's tongue traced over the surface before slipping back into Jungkook's mouth, curling around his own. Taehyung's hands wandered, tracing up his spine and trailing down his legs.
"Oh, hyung," Jungkook moaned as they broke apart, both breathing a little too hard from the open-mouthed kisses. "Please, please, want more."
“Fuck, you beg so well, Jungkook. You were just fucking made for me, weren’t you? Made to be my dirty little whore, ready to beg and cry for my cock” Taehyung whispers against his neck, his lips suckling on the skin, leaving dark hues in their absence. A moan tumbles unbidden out of Jungkook’s mouth as Taehyung's teeth dig into his skin, sure to leave behind imprints as he flattens his tongue over his neck. “Taehyung, feels good” he sighs, feeling the elder licking at his collarbones, his hands feeling up the younger's thighs.
Jungkook trembles when the man's hand grazes over a nipple, a ridiculously loud moan leaving his lips. He clasps a hand over his mouth, eyes widening ever so slightly as Taehyung smirks against his skin, looking up at him with a victorious look in his eyes. "Sensitive here, baby?"
"Yes, yes" Jungkook sobs as Taehyung pinches the bud over his top, rolling it between his fingers.
"Fuck, you're perfect" Taehyung growls before Jungkook feels his top getting pulled away from his chest. Jungkook hurries to comply, raising his hands, helping Taehyung take the garment off completely. As soon as the cloth hits the floor, Jungkook feels Taehyung push against him, his mouth hot and wet on his nipple, tongue experienced as the man curls it over the bud, lapping at it with vigour.
"Ahh, ah, please" Jungkook moans, his hands fisting in Taehyung's hair as he pulls him closer, shivering as Taehyung's teeth graze over his nipple, before the elder closes his lips on it, suckling and licking at the pink pebble.
Jungkook fists tighten in Taehyung's hair, head hitting back against the wall as heat coils in his belly. He's going to come, soon if Taehyung doesn't stop his ministrations on his nipples. He thrusts his hips forwards, a miserable whine falling from his lips as they graze through air, failing to provide him the friction he oh so desperately needs. Jungkook realises his mistake a second too late when Taehyung's hands clamp around his waist, keeping him in place as his mouth leaves Jungkook’s skin, a string of saliva still hanging between. "T-Tae" he stutters.
Jungkook watches, whimpering again as Taehyung wipes the saliva off with the back of his hand, his dark eyes focused on Jungkook’s. "Tell me, you little whore, are you going to come again? Make a messof yourself? Are you that desperate to cum that you're humping the air? Really, you little slut? Such a greedy fucking bitch, you want to come again when I haven't even once? You think you deserve it? After being bad and trying to seek your pleasure elsewhere when I'm right here."
The younger whines, shame building in him as he listens to Taehyung’s words, his voice so completely disgusted and degrading that Jungkook has to force his eyes shut, desperately wanting to block the image of Taehyung's disappointed and angry eyes. Jungkook's greedy and a slut, a whore, but he's not bad, he's good. He can be good for Taehyung, he will be. "Please, please sir, I'll be good for you. 'S good. I'll be your good, 'goo boy" he hiccups, his hands desperately winding through Taehyung’s hair to pull him closer.
Jungkook goes on his tippy toes as he looks into Taehyung's eyes, feeling the man's hands wrap around his middle. "Let me be good sir? Please, I'll be so so good" Jungkook babbles, a keening sound leaving his lips as Taehyung's hands move down to massage his bottom, before leaving a sharp spank. "You're going to be good?" Jungkook nods rapidly, a frail smile lingering on his lips, "Then be a darling and tell me, baby; what's your safeword?"
Jungkook doesn't have to think about it, he knows this already. "Peach" falls from his lips, eyes lighting up at Taehyung's approving gaze. "Good, use it if you need to, Jungkook. Just say the word and I'll stop, okay? If you can't speak, all you've got to do is hit my thighs twice in succession." Jungkook nods, sighing in content as Taehyung pecks his lips. "Now," the elder begins, "get on your knees and open up for me. I've been dying to fuck that pretty mouth of yours."
Jungkook falls to his knees, hands quick as they push down the man's trousers and boxers, letting them fall to the ground. Jungkook's eyes widen as he takes in the size of Taehyung's cock. Taehyung's big and fat, fully hard with prominent veins. Jungkook feels him shiver as he closes a hand around the base, guiding it towards his lips. Jungkook takes him all the way in till Taehyung's cock is pressed against the back of his throat and Jungkook’s nose meets the pubic hair at Taehyung's v.
Taehyung curses long and hard as Jungkook’s lips wrap around his dick and Jungkook relishes in the feeling of being wanted and desired. He slackens his jaw, lips closing around Taehyung’s head as he bobs his head, licking up along a prominent vein.Taehyung shivers, his hands fisting in Jungkook’s curls as the younger's hand fondles his balls.
"Fuck, you're doing so well, Jungkook. Such a good boy. Feels so warm, baby. Come on, take it deeper, wanna feel your throat again, that's it" Shivering, Jungkook does as he's told, taking Taehyung all the way in. Jungkook moans, hands flailing to grab Taehyung thighs and the man snaps his hips forward, his cock hitting the back of his throat.
He hears Taehyung moan, deep and low in his throat as his hands fist in Jungkook’s hair, holding him down as he thrusts into his mouth, his movements hard and swift as he chases his high. "Fuck baby, you're perfect, aren't you? No gag reflex, that's so fucking hot" Taehyung mumbles as Jungkook hollows his cheeks, sucking on him, matching Taehyung's pace as he fucks his mouth even as tears trail down his cheeks.
Jungkook whines, deep in his throat as Taehyung's hips stutter, his cock throbbing in his mouth. Jungkook traces one of the prominent veins with his tongue, feeling Taehyung twitch in his mouth. "You're so good, aren't you baby? Just made to take cock. Gonna cum now baby, right down your throat, yeah?"
And cum down his throat, Taehyung does. He lets out a guttural groan as he does, hand fisting Jungkook’s hair as he reaches his climax.
Jungkook shivers at the salty taste of the liquid, but can't find it in himself to dislike the taste. He swirls his tongue around Taehyung’s cock, sucking on him lightly as he waits for Taehyung to come down from his high. He licks up Taehyung's cock, collecting the remnants of the cum on his tongue, pulling away to swallow as the man gives him an approving pat on his head.
Jungkook smiles up at him, clamouring up when Taehyung motions at him, happily sighing into his mouth and wiggling on his feet as Taehyung's hands cup his hips. The kisses are softer this time, though the lust is still evident in the way Taehyung bites at his lower lip before pulling away with a soft grin. "What's your safe word, Jungkook?"
Jungkook reels, his mind spinning before a lazy grin stretches across his face. "Peach" he mumbles. "And do you wanna use it? Or do you wanna continue?"
"Continue" Jungkook pipes up immediately, he cannot think about not getting Taehyung's cock tonight. He wants it so much, needs it. He wants to be split apart by his big, fat cock. "Good" Taehyung hums, "So now, do me a favour and go bend over near the door. Hands on either side of the frame. And don't you dare close it."
Jungkook’s cock twitches in his shorts, shivers shooting down his spine at the thought of what Taehyung's words implied. He hadn't even noticed before, too lost in the feeling of Taehyung's hand and mouth all over his body, that the bathroom door, indeed, was wide open and Jungkook was half naked and about to get fucked for anyone to see and watch. The thought had Jungkook’s stomach clenching.
He stumbles towards the door, pausing for a moment to discard his shorts. His breath stutters as he looks out of the door, the stairway they climbed up right in front of him. If anyone were to climb up the stairs, they would get a perfect view of Jungkook, skin on display and his small cock rock hard, hanging in front of him, useless.
Jungkook sighs at the thought of someone walking up the stairs, watching him fuck himself on Taehyung's cock as his own dangles in front of him, exposed for them to see. The thought excites Jungkook, makes his throat dry and heart beat faster.
"We don't have all day, Jungkook, people downstairs might be wondering where we are, you wouldn't want them coming up here searching for us, would you?" Taehyung smirks from behind him, his own shirt discarded to the side. Jungkook looks at his broad chest and toned abs, he wants to touch and kiss but he wants Taehyung's cock so much more.
So he does as Taehyung's asked, he braces his hands on either side of the door, bending over to give Taehyung the perfect view of his ass.
"Good boy" Taehyung mumbles, one of his hands coming up to fondle his cheeks, rubbing at the soft skin, before he spreads them apart, Jungkook’s pink hole visible to the man's eyes. "Perfect" Jungkook preens at the praise, "You're so pretty, Jungkook-ah, so pink and soft everywhere. Even your little cock is a pretty pink. Fucking useless, but so cute to look at."
"Sir," Jungkook moans, shame burning in his gut. "Please?"
Taehyung laughs, a mocking sound as his thumb causally rests on Jungkook’s hole, not pushing in, just resting over the place, quite possessively. "Yeah, you want more? Want my fingers in your ass, ripping you apart?"
"Yes, yes" Jungkook whimpers, "Want that so so much" As soon as the words leave his mouth, two of Taehyung's fingers plunge inside him. Jungkook doesn't expect him to be gentler, he loves it hard and fast, loves the pain, the burn. "Oh oh, fuck, please" he whimpers, pushing back as the man's fingers curl inside him, pushing in deeper and deeper, searching for his prostate.
"Goddamn, Jungkook" Taehyung groans behind him, "You're taking my fingers so well. So fucking tight for me, just wanna force my cock into you, watch you be stretched open around me. You'd look so fucking good, all spread out like that. Bet you'd moan real loud for me. I won't be surprised if anyone downstairs hears you" Taehyung mumbles, his fingers moving faster inside Jungkook, so close to that one spot.
"And you know what, baby? They'd love to hear you, all of those strangers that were thirsting over you downstairs. They'd love to hear you crying over my cock. You think they'll slip upstairs here, trying to catch a glimpse of you? Of your tiny fucking cock bouncing in the air as I fuck you from behind? You'd like that, won't you? You'd let them watch, put on a show for them, maybe."
"Yes sir" Jungkook sobs, precum leaking out of his cock as Taehyung's fingers finally reach his prostate, ramming on the spot, "I'd let them watch you fuck me, love it."
Jungkook whimpers, saliva dripping down his lips as a third finger joins the two inside him, stretching him properly for the man's girth. Jungkook's eyes widen, teeth biting viciously on his bottom lip and a particularly loud whine escaping his lips as Taehyung's fingers pull out of him, leaving him open and gaping. "Impatient baby" Taehyung tutted, "Do you want to have my cock or just my fingers? Tell me, Jungkook."
"Your cock, your cock. Please sir, please, give me your cock, I need it. Please" Jungkook begged, any semblance of dignity and self respect having left his mind the second he saw how big Taehyung was. Now all he wanted was to be a dumb whore for Taehyung, for Taehyung to fuck him senseless and make him come. He needed Taehyung, needed the man's dick deep inside him.
Jungkook tensed in anticipation as Taehyung finally pushed forward, the tip of his cock teasing Jungkook’s hole, rubbing over the pucker before sliding in just a little to give Jungkook an idea about his girth. "You ready, sweetheart?"
"Yes, yes 'm ready, sir."
Jungkook moaned as Taehyung pushed forward, feeding him his cock, brushing up against his walls, stretching him open. Jungkook's eyes shut close, a high whine tearing out of his throat as the pain suddenly became too much to endure.
Taehyung immediately stopped, his hand rubbing soothing circles on Jungkook’s spine. "Do you need me to stop, baby? Want to use your safe word? Sir won't be mad."
Jungkook shook his head, wiggling around to get used to Taehyung. "No, no, please. Don't wanna stop, just give me a minute."
Jungkook sighed, focusing on Taehyung's hands that traced down his spine, drawing small circles at the base of it. It took him several minutes but when he felt he could take more, he wiggled his hips backwards. Taehyung took the hint, pushing a loud moan out of Jungkook as his hips met Jungkook’s ass, his cock sheathed deep inside him. "Fuck, baby, you're so good. Feel so warm, wanna fuck you forever."
Jungkook moaned again at the man's words, feeling precum leak from his own cock. He clenched around the elder unconsciously, a groan tumbling out of Taehyung as Jungkook squeezed him nicely. The elders' hips thrusted forward and Jungkook gasped, eyes darting towards the stairway when he heard a small squeal downstairs.
Jungkook’s panicked gaze trailed backwards but all Taehyung did was provide him a small smirk before he thrusted in, hard. Jungkook shivered as Taehyung set a fast rhythm, his hips ramming against Jungkook. "Feels so warm in here, Jungkook, you squeeze around me so perfectly. So warm, so tight, I never wanna stop. Just want to fuck you all the time" Taehyung groaned, his dick twitching inside Jungkook as the younger mewls, pushing his hips back.
Taehyung lets him, and Jungkook moves, moving his ass back just in time to have Taehyung slam inside him. "Fuck, please" Jungkook pleads feeling his orgasm creep closer, "Harder, sir, I want it harder. Fuck me, please."
"Yeah? I'll give it to you, baby" Taehyung stutters, his thrusts harder, brushing against Jungkook’s prostate constantly, "Arch your back for me, love" Jungkook does just that, pushing forward and then arching his back the way he knows Taehyung will love.
Jungkook hears a groan before Taehyung thumbs at his spine, feeling around his curve before pulling him back on his cock just as his hips snap forward. Jungkook nearly screams, feeling Taehyung push right at his prostate. Pleasure washes over him, making him whimper and plead, as tears stream down his face.
"You're being so loud, Jungkook, fucking moaning like a bitch in heat. I bet someone's heard you downstairs. Do you think they'll come up here to check?"
Jungkook clenches around Taehyung, a few tears of shame mixing with those of pleasure. Taehyung's words make him feel ashamed, so small and dirty. But he likes it, likes being Taehyung's bitch. "Fuck, you like that, you little slut. You want someone to come up here and watch you getting your ass wrecked, huh? Want to feel their eyes all over you? You'd like that attention. They'd get so hard, Jungkook, watching your cock dangling in the air, as you move from the force of my thrusts."
"Want that, please sir," Jungkook sobs, "want their eyes all over me. Please, I'm so close, can I come?"
Taehyung leans over him, lips closing on his nape as he sucks a bruise onto the skin. He gives him a hard thrust, his breathing heavy on Jungkook’s skin. "You wanna come? Be a good boy and come for me. Now, Jungkook."
Jungkook does, streams of cum shooting out of his dick as his high washes over him. His knees buckle and Taehyung's hands tighten around him as he quickens his pace, his hips stuttering. "Fuck, baby, you're so good like this. Gonna cum soon, Jungkook-ah. Be a good boy, say my name" Taehyung orders.
"Taehyung" Jungkook moans, clenching tightly around Taehyung, shaking like a leaf at the overstimulation. "Louder, I know you can do better than that, Jungkook. Be loud for me"
Jungkook sobs, feeling pathetic as he shouts Taehyung's name, feeling the elder release inside his ass. He shivers when Taehyung lazily rolls his hips forward, his hands stroking Jungkook’s skin as he comes down from his high. He hisses a little when Taehyung pulls out, feeling cum trickle down his legs. It makes him scrunch his nose in distaste, looking away as he focuses on Taehyung instead.
The man's breathing hard, no doubt recovering from the orgasm, yet he offers him a hand, pulling Jungkook forward till he's standing in his arms. Their lips meet slowly, the kiss gentle and soft, devoid of any lust for the first time that night. Jungkook sighs in content as Taehyung's hand strokes over his back, patting his bum before he pulls away. "Wait here, I'll grab us a towel and be right back. You can clean yourself in the shower in the meantime."
Jungkook watches, a little dizzy as Taehyung quickly cleans his flaccid dick, hissing at the oversensitivity before he dresses up and walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. Now alone, Jungkook waddles towards the shower, absentmindedly turning the knob.
He squeals when cold water splashes over his shoulders, making him whimper at the feeling. He pushes back his doubts, before he cleans himself, shivering as the cold air envelopes him.
Jungkook doesn't like this feeling, he's so cold all of a sudden. He hurries to clean himself and turns off the shower. He peeks at the door, a little concerned that Taehyung isn't here. He should've been here, he just went to get a towel, why isn't he here yet? Does he not want to? Is he just going to leave me like this? What if one of the guests stopped him because they heard him? No, fuck, they definitely heard him, his family did, that's disgusting. He's disgusting, a real who-
"I'm so sorry, I couldn't find- Oh baby, what's wrong?" Taehyung hurries towards him, his expression morphed into one of concern as he quickly strides towards Jungkook. Jungkook feels a warm and soft blanket being placed around his shoulders. He whimpers, pulling it tighter around himself. "Jungkook-ah, love, you're shaking. Come here."
The sob stuck in Jungkook’s throat finally comes out as Taehyung's arms surround him, rocking him slowly from side to side, as he gently kisses his temple. "You're okay, you're okay, baby. It's all okay."
"No, no. 'S not okay. It's so cold and everyone heard me and I thought I'd be all alone in the cold" Jungkook sobs, feeling Taehyung's hands tighten around him. He sniffles, snuggling closer. Taehyung doesn't answer, just coos at Jungkook, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he slowly calms down, sobs turning to soft sniffles.
It's then that Taehyung pulls away slightly, gathering Jungkook in his arms to place him atop the sink counter. Jungkook feels hands threading through his hair and he sighs, blinking up at Taehyung.
"Okay, baby, I want you to listen to me very carefully, okay?" Taehyung begins and Jungkook perks up, focusing all his attention on his words. "No one heard you. I wouldn't have really let them, Jungkook-ah. I'm your grandfather's business employee, I work under him and he sees me as a promising successor for his business, so we've been getting to know each other. That's why I was here today."
"So all these people downstairs mean nothing to me, but they do to you. I'm almost thirty one years old now and I wouldn't have let us engage in something that would have ruined your family relations. Before I came to talk to you, I hinted to one of my friends about what could happen and he promised to look out for me, so there was no chance anyone might stumble upon us. And baby, there's music downstairs, children screaming and running around. Sure, you were loud but not enough to be heard. So please, don't worry, nobody heard you but me."
Jungkook sighs at that, a relieved smile slowly forming on his face. He wiggles happily on the counter, leaning forward to rest his cheek against Taehyung's chest. "And Jungkook-ah, I wouldn't just leave you here, all alone, baby. I'm not an asshole. I just went to get you a soft towel, but almost all the rooms on this floor were locked so it took me some time. I'm so sorry" he sighs.
"I should've noticed you weren't fully out of your headspace, but you looked okay when we kissed, your eyes were clear. But even if I didn't notice, you should've stopped me if you were feeling needy, Jungkook. What we did was intense and I wouldn't blame you for wanting some comfort before we cleaned up. You should've told me, baby."
"I'm sorry," Jungkook mumbles, lips jutting into a small pout. Taehyung chuckles, "It's okay, baby. Now come on, let's get you dressed before you catch a cold. I can't have you falling sick on my watch."
Jungkook giggles as Taehyung softly dabs at his body, the towel incredibly warm and cotton like on his skin. The elder doesn't let him move a muscle, drying up his body while giving him soft kisses in between. The dressing up is a bit faster with Jungkook pulling on his boxers but switching the shorts for a pair of sweats and the cropped top for an oversized hoodie that he asks Taehyung to sneak in from his old bedroom.
"All comfortable, Jungkook? Nothing feels odd? Uncomfortable? Do you need anything?"
Jungkook shakes his head no, feeling a little soft still under the constant pampering and attention. And so he tells Taehyung just that, receiving a kiss for being honest. "That's okay, baby, that's normal. Do yo-" They pause as Jungkook’s stomach growls, the sound loud in the washroom.
Jungkook flushes red, ducking down his head as Taehyung chuckles before pulling him out of the bathroom. "Let's get some food, Jungkook. We'll make a date out of it". Jungkook’s eyes literally sparkle as turns to look at Taehyung. "You want to go on a date with me?"
"Yes, baby. Now that I've had you once, I don't think I can let you go. I don't know how this is going to work, but I want to try, with you. And I know this might be a difficult choice for you, considering that you're just twenty one. So this is your call, really. I'll back off if you tell me to and I'll be more than happy to pursue you otherwise."
Jungkook nibbles on his bottom lip, trying hard to control his smile. He tugs Taehyung closer, pressing a small kiss on the man's lips. "I don't know how this is going to work either" he confesses, "But we'll make it work. I really want to go out with you Kim Taehyung, so you better sweep me off my feet. You can start with some beef!"
Taehyung laughs, taking Jungkook’s hand in his own as he pulls him downstairs and out of the house.
And as Jungkook sits in the car beside Taehyung, in a comfortable silence, he cannot help but think about how different the night has been from what he had originally thought of it. He had come looking for cheap beer and a decent hookup.
And now he was in the car with his potential future boyfriend, singing a shitty rap song, laughing as Taehyung completely butchers the lyrics. The universe surely has its tricks and games, it has its own way.
People meet when they're supposed to, their trajectories align and stories intertwine. Jungkook doesn't know the entire graph of their relationship yet, he doesn't even want to. For now, he's just glad that he met Taehyung at all.
Their future's unpredictable but that's okay. Jungkook's happy, living in the present.
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