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Kim Taehyung is very aware that Jeon Jeongguk is a fuckboi. He’s also aware that he’s exactly the man’s type. Which means, on a sultry night like tonight, Taehyung is on a mission.
They’ve had somewhat of a back and forth on various social medias. Jeongguk always reacts to his posts with comments about how much of a pretty boy Taehyung is. How much he wants to bed him, take care of him, show him in one night what others can’t in multiple.
Blah blah blah.
Taehyung texts a few friends about wanting to go out and stops by their apartment to get ready. They’re celebrating one of them getting their dream job and Taehyung takes a series of precious pictures posing with their giant balloons and giant gift bags that dwarf him in size. His hair is up in a cute little scrunchie and when he posts the pictures, he smirks knowing that Jeongguk is absolutely going to let loose.
However, much to Taehyung’s disappointment, Jeongguk never comments. He doesn’t even like the post. Taehyung swears he saw him online, the green dot giving him away. He pouts and his best friend teases him because their entire friend group is aware of Taehyung’s plan.
After a couple of hours at the club and a few drinks, Taehyung is sweaty and tipsy and euphoric. He’s not exactly ready to go home but he most certainly needs to step outside for some fresh air. He ditches his friends with a quick wave and weaves his way to the hallway that leads out to a patio meant for smokers and folks who need a quiet place to decompress.
Leaning on the wooden railing and watching a number of people walking past the club, he fixes his disheveled ponytail and thanks the gods for the cool breeze kissing the back of his neck.
Except that it’s not just the breeze brushing his skin. Fingertips at first and then a whole hand rests on his nape. Taehyung turns, ready to be offended by whoever was crowding his space uninvited.
“What’s a pretty boy like you doing out here all alone?” Jeongguk smiles those flashy white teeth in his well-known predatory way. Everyone falls for it, even if he’s not trying to seduce them. People are just happy to be in the spotlight of his attention.
Taehyung can now officially include himself in that spotlight.
“Just needed some fresh air,” Taehyung says demurely, long lashes batting slowly and he purposely slows down the smile that grows on his face.
Jeongguk’s eyes flit down to his lips and his hand drops to Taehyung’s waist with a gentle squeeze. Taehyung makes sure his sigh is audible and that he pairs it with a slight tilt of his head. He’s not known for being an easy target but he’s known for being enchantingly innocent. The smirk on Jeongguk’s face tells him that his tactic is working.
“Would a walk help?” Jeongguk offers, stepping a tad bit closer into Taehyung’s space. He notices the bob of Jeongguk’s adam’s apple and the hitch of his breath when Taehyung widens his eyes in faux surprise at the suggestion. The man is nervous and Taehyung lives for it.
“I’d like that,” he blinks and pokes his tongue out slightly to lick his lips.
Jeongguk takes his hand and leads them back into the club, through the crowded dance area, and out the main doors. On the way out, Taehyung spots his friends still dancing the night away and opts to text them his whereabouts instead of making a scene.
“So where do you want to go?” Jeongguk asks and Taehyung cannot believe the man is as shy as he’s presenting.
“Where do you want to take me?” Taehyung raises his eyebrows and juts out his bottom lip just enough to make himself appear a bit less in control of the situation…in need of direction, in need of someone else stepping up to the plate.
“Taehyung, I,” the man pauses for a second and then his whole demeanor switches. He pushes his shoulders back and puffs out his chest and Taehyung cocks his head earnestly, waiting to hear the end of whatever it is Jeongguk is trying to say. “Fuck it. You’ve seen my comments. You know.”
“I do,” Taehyung smirks. “Kinda disappointed you didn’t say anything on my post earlier.”
“Cuz I saw your friend’s post first and I knew you’d be here. Figured I’d try my hand at saying something directly.”
“Cocky.”
“Yeah, well, it’s working, isn’t it?”
“Unfortunately.”
Jeongguk cackles loudly while ordering their uber. He pockets his phone, and then presses his body against Taehyung’s until they’re backed up against the building. Their lips connect and a rush of adrenaline surges through Taehyung’s body. Jeongguk kisses like his comments. Slick, wet. Sloppy, but sure of himself.
Taehyung melts into Jeongguk’s hold. He grips tight to the front of Jeongguk’s shirt as if to anchor himself in the reality that they’re still very much in public. He knows if he lets go any more than this, he’ll dive in headfirst and he’s not sure if Jeongguk would be into that.
In the backseat of their uber, Jeongguk manhandles Taehyung into his lap and unbuttons Taehyung’s silky blouse halfway down to expose his chest and nipples.
“Oh god,” Taehyung grips Jeongguk’s hair. He arches his back, tight hot pleasure pooling in his stomach and groin when Jeongguk’s tongue touches featherlight against his hardened nipples. He teases back and forth between each until Taehyung ruts his hips down into his lap and finally latches onto his nipple. “Don’t tease me,” Teahyung begs and Jeongguk groans against his skin due to the pressure of Taehyung’s undulations.
“Any chance you can get us there faster?” Jeongguk asks the driver impatiently.
“Not unless you pay me double.”
“I’ll pay triple,” his breaths are sharp against Taehyung’s sternum. Taehyung looks down to see a series of purple marks blooming across his chest. Jeongguk bites him again and Taehyung groans so loudly that the driver coughs uncomfortably.
He rolls his hips harder and leans down to connect their lips, swallowing each and every one of Jeongguk’s groans. Lapping into each other’s mouths, hot breaths mixing, hands roaming. Taehyung breaks away from their kiss when Jeongguk’s hands slip into his back pockets and squeezes.
“Ung, Jeongguk-ah,” he sighs. “Harder.” Jeongguk squeezes his ass harder and Taehyung nearly cries out when he syncs it with his hips. The driver turns up the music and the pair smirk knowingly.
They do arrive quicker than estimated and while Jeongguk attempts to increase his tip to the driver, Taehyung nuzzles into his neck, bodies pressed against one another in the elevator. Untucking Jeongguk’s shirt, he snakes his hands underneath the fabric and rakes his nails up and down Jeongguk’s chest and stomach. Taehyung smiles when Jeongguk’s tight body flinches and twitches underneath the touch.
“You like that?” he asks, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and looking up through his lashes.
“Yes,” Jeongguk huffs and shoves his phone back into his pocket. “Didn’t peg you for a frisky little thing.”
“I’ve just…” Taehyung gasps when Jeongguk bites at his neck. “I’ve always wanted to see you. N’now I get to touch you. Shit.” He yelps when Jeongguk picks him up and shoves him against the elevator wall.
“Would fuck you right here if I could,” Jeongguk says, grinding into Taehyung and causing his eyes to glaze over from the friction. It’s not enough, that’s for certain. But Taehyung can feel just how big Jeongguk is. He’s heard stories, he’s thankful they’re true.
Just how true though is what shocks him once they’re in Jeongguk’s apartment. It’s not his length necessarily, although he certainly isn’t lacking. It’s the girth. Taehyung has a big mouth, he’s had his fair share of challenges, but this makes his mouth water.
“Big,” he whispers. Lips brushing against the tip, precum smearing. He kisses softly down the shaft, his tongue massages at Jeongguk’s balls and he hears the man’s head hit the wall behind him. They’d hardly made it into the apartment. Taehyung had dropped to his knees shortly after Jeongguk had set him down and he’d wasted no time in taking off Jeongguk’s pants.
Now, he had the man’s balls in his mouth and his hands on his smooth, muscular thighs. Taehyung raises his eyes to look at Jeongguk’s blissed out face, mouth drooping open, eyes clamped shut. Hands gripped Taehyung’s hair tighter and tighter as he licked and sucked his way back up the shaft of his cock before wrapping his lips around the tip and swirling his tongue.
The act itself is nothing remarkable but Jeongguk shudders when Taehyung hollows out his cheeks and slowly sinks his mouth down as far as he can manage. His jaw is sore almost immediately from having to open as wide as he can. All Taehyung can think about is that if his jaw hurts, how much more will his ass hurt when Jeongguk fucks him.
After a few sloppy, spit-wet moments, he pulls off, breathless, eyes and nose watering. Jeongguk helps him to his feet and connects their lips immediately.
“Strip, baby,” Jeongguk says, stepping out of his pants that were pooled at his ankles and taking off his shirt. Taehyung unbuttons and sloughs out of his shirt, letting it drop to the bedroom floor. His hands pause for a second at his belt buckle and Jeongguk catches the hesitation in Taehyung’s eyes.
It’s not that Taehyung is shy, he’s just…processing how extremely hot Jeongguk is. His muscled body, tiny waist, big arms, big chest, broad back, thick thighs. He’s built like an olympian. Taehyung had seen clips going around of Jeongguk working out. He’s seen him boxing and lifting and running sprints on an indoor track. He knows the man is fit as hell. He knows he has stamina. He knows. He’s just…he’s just so horny for all of it.
“You alright?” Jeongguk asks, approaching Taehyung as gently as can be expected when the heat simmers as hot as it does between them. He pushes Taehyung’s hands away from his belt and kisses him after Taehyung nods a shy ‘yes’. Taehyung lets Jeongguk undress him, guide him to the bed, and lay him down with a warm hand at the small of his back.
He wraps his legs around Jeongguk as the man settles above him. Their kisses are languid and exploratory. Nothing like what they’d been in the car or the elevator and it makes Taehyung whine for more.
“Someone’s in a hurry,” Jeongguk teases when Taehyung pushes a dry finger into his own ass. It’s uncomfortable, but it does the trick.
“Need you to fuck me,” he pouts. Jeongguk chuckles and gets up to search for lube and a condom. He tosses both onto the bed and walks into his closet.
“How do you feel about toys?” Jeongguk asks.
“Huh?” Taehyung sits up on his elbows.
“Toys?” Jeongguk repeats, then adds. “Glass or silicone?”
“Glass,” Taehyung’s eyes widen when Jeongguk exits the small room with a long, glass dildo with ribbed beads that grow larger and larger up the shaft. “Oh, god.” He flops back down onto the bed and Jeongguk’s smile grows wicked.
“Oh, god as in ‘no thank you’? Or…”
“As in ‘you’re going to ruin me’.”
“That’s the plan, baby girl,” Jeongguk winks as he kneels onto the bed. “Since you were so eager, why don’t you get yourself started for me, yeah?”
Taehyung grabs the lube and slicks up two fingers. He reaches between his legs, eyes lidded, gaze meeting Jeongguk’s while the other slowly strokes his own cock.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Jeongguk’s husky voice makes Taehyung’s heart flutter and he has to remind himself that this is a one and done fuck and go. He knows he’s gorgeous. He knows Jeongguk thinks so. He’s told him countless times, albeit more graphically than that, in his comments. He wants him to continue to do so after this. Wants Jeongguk to know what he had in his bed and what he’ll only have the one time.
He arches his back and rolls his hips as he pushes one finger in, pulls it back out and then adds a second one. A deep groan rumbles in his chest. Jeongguk’s breaths quicken and his grip around his cock tightens.
Taehyung quirks an eyebrow. “D’you like how I sound when I fuck myself on my fingers?”
Jeongguk nods. Taehyung extends his other hand and points at the glass dildo. Jeongguk passes it to him and the weight of it settles a craving in Taehyung’s mind. The glass is cool to the touch and perfectly smooth. He has something similar but it’s not nearly as long.
He whines when he removes his own fingers from his ass, not because it was anything to complain about, but rather to egg Jeongguk on. The man crawls forward to get closer but Taehyung stops him with a foot to his chest.
“Let me,” Taehyung insists. He lubes up the glass and presses the tip against his hole. He teases himself with it, swirling it around his entrance, pushing a bit but not enough. Jeongguk’s hands twitch before he brings them to Taehyung’s ankle and foot. His thumb digs deep into the arch of his foot and it sends a different kind of pleasure through Taehyung’s core. He continues to tease himself with the tip of the dildo and Jeongguk’s eyes follow it as he drags it against his balls and up his length, smearing lube on himself.
Squirting more lube on to his own belly, Taehyung rubs the dildo’s entire length through the clear, slick substance. Jeongguk licks his lips, runs his hands down Taehyung’s calf, and leaves open mouthed kisses along his ankle. Taehyung finally brings the glass back to his entrance and presses until the first two beads pop in.
“Uh god,” he moans quietly, head relaxing back into the pillow. The third bead is incrementally larger and he gives himself a second to breathe. He twists it around a few times, relishing the firm but smooth texture. The sensation is oddly calming and his hole unclenches enough to allow for two more beads to press in.
“Fuck, Tae,” Jeongguk’s hand reaches for Taehyung’s other leg and he bends both of them gently until they’re pressed up against Taehyung’s body. He’s folded in half and the angle forces the dildo to shift and hit his prostate. He lets go briefly and it quickly slips out of his hole.
“N-no!” He cries out but Jeongguk catches the dildo before he can.
“My turn,” Jeongguk growls and repositions himself. He then pushes the dildo back into Taehyung’s ass. He’s slow with it and Taehyung counts one, two, three, four, five, five and a half beads as Jeongguk teases him by thrusting it in and out until Taehyung is whimpering for more.
“That’s six, babe,” Jeongguk says. “Think you can take two more?” Taehyung nods. Tears have begun to form at the corners of his eyes and his breaths are shallow and panting.
Jeongguk presses the dildo in further and Taehyung counts seven, eight with a huge exhale.
“Good boy,” Jeongguk soothes a hand over Taehyung’s stomach, spreading the excess lube all over his belly button and sides before bringing his hand to Taehyung’s cock and pumping it steadily as a distraction. “Breathe for me, sweetheart.” He croons as he pulls the dildo out one bead at a time and then slowly pushes them all back in one by one. The ribbed beads make Taehyung sweat and his heart races as each one knocks and presses and rolls over his prostate.
Jeongguk’s gaze darkens with Taehyung’s drawn out moans as he pushes the dildo all the way past the eighth bead. “Wish you could see how pretty your hole looks right now. Clench down on it for me, will ya?” His voice is gentle but the command is crystal clear. Taehyung clenches as best he can and Jeongguk releases his grip on the dildo and Taehyung’s cock..
He focuses his attention on Taehyung's thighs. His fingers trace along the outside while his teeth mark his skin one bite at a time. He works slowly from Taehyung’s hip to his knee and then back up his other leg in a similar fashion. Between the sensation of Jeongguk’s lips and teeth and the struggle to keep the dildo in place, Taehyung quickly becomes increasingly overwhelmed. His cock hurts and he needs relief but he’s not yet ready to beg for it. Nobody’s worshiped him this way in a long time and he wants to bask in the affections for a while longer.
Jeongguk mouths from Taehyung’s hip, down his groin, down to his hole and he licks around the glass as if it were an icicle. He slurps lewdly and moans open sloppy kisses against Taehyung’s taint. The stimulation jolts fire through Taehyung’s cock and his hole throbs. One, two, three beads force their way out and Jeongguk tsks with disappointment.
“Getting tired already?” He mocks and Taehyung pouts loudly as a fourth bead pops and then the rest slips out entirely and the glass dildo drops with a quiet thud onto the bed. He feels wide open and empty. Bucking his hips involuntarily against Jeongguk’s face.
“M’ready though,” Taehyung whines and runs a hand through Jeongguk’s hair.
The man kisses up his cock and then the groove of both hips and up his waist. Taehyung trembles at the softness of his lips and whimpers even louder when Jeongguk bites one of his nipples. It’s still sore from when he’d been sucking on them in the car and Taehyung claws at Jeongguk’s shoulders to get him to stop. He tries to pull him up by gripping his biceps but Jeongguk only smirks and sucks harder.
“Jeongguk, please!”
“Okay fine fine,” he crawls all the way up and catches Taehyung’s lips in a biting kiss. He abruptly sits back onto his knees and grabs the condom, rips open the wrapping, and glides the condom down his cock. He wipes his hand over Taehyung’s still lubed stomach and strokes himself a few times before leaning himself over Taehyung.
“I hate missionary,” Taehyung mumbles and Jeongguk raises an eyebrow.
“Me too, babe. Let’s just get you used to me real quick and then we can do whatever you want.”
“M’kay,” Taehyung brings his legs up off the bed and squeezes them around Jeongguk’s waist. He was genuinely just stuttering over those glass beads but he blames that on being overwhelmed by Jeongguk’s mouth. He knows how heavy and huge Jeongguk’s cock felt on his tongue. He knows he’ll need a minute to adjust but that doesn’t make him any less impatient.
Jeongguk swipes the tip of his cock across Taehyung’s entrance a couple of times. He whispers encouragements into Taehyung’s ear and presses in. “Breathe, babe,” he chuckles and Taehyung is slightly embarrassed that he needs to be told not once but twice in one night to relax.
“Holy shit,” he groans when Jeongguk bottoms out. “So full.” His heart rabbits in his chest and another whine escapes his throat when Jeongguk pulls back and rolls his hips back in. His pace is easy and steady and eventually Taehyung’s hips rock to meet Jeongguk’s. They go like that until the stretch turns to pleasure and Taehyung feels a heat coiling in his stomach. “On your back,” he taps Jeongguk’s bicep to get him to move.
The other complies without question. He pulls out and they swap places with only a bit of awkward fumbling. Taehyung straddles Jeongguk’s lap, facing away, and sinks down onto his cock in reverse cowgirl.
Taehyung sighs and Jeongguk moans. Strong hands grip Taehyung’s waist and hold him still for a moment before he lets go and tells him to do as he pleases. He takes his time setting a rhythm. Enjoying how Jeongguk’s cock drags against his walls, filling him so full that he might actually puke if they go too fast.
Jeongguk rolls his hips to meet Taehyung’s. He brings his hand to his belly and feels the bulge moving in and out of him. He squeezes his own cock hard, the pressure clears his mind enough to prevent himself from cumming too soon. He tips forward onto one hand and he fucks himself faster on Jeongguk’s cock.
Their breaths are ragged and Jeongguk’s nails dig into Taehyung’s ass cheeks and scratch up his lower back and the sides of his upper thighs.
“I knew you’d look good riding my cock,” Jeongguk grunts at one of Taehyung’s particularly strong drops and it drives Taehyung to need to know how Jeongguk would sound fucking in hard and deep. “The minute I saw you, I knew. Knew you’d take cock so well. Fuck.”
Jeongguk’s words spin through Taehyung’s dizzied mind and he fucks faster. The muscles in his back tighten and his hole clenches. His cock hits angrily against his stomach and his balls tighten more with each thrust down. He’s so close he could die and his thighs are burning with the need to slow down. He pulls off without warning and hears how Jeongguk’s cock slaps hard and heavy against his stomach.
“Fuck me,” Taehyung positions himself on all fours and he watches as Jeongguk’s legs disappear from underneath him. He adjusts his knees closer and feels the bed dip around him. At some point, his scrunchie had fallen out of his hair and now his hair hangs sweaty and loose in his eyes. He sits up for a second to search around for it but no luck.
“What are you looking for?” Jeongguk asks, eyeing the bed too.
“My scrunchie,” Taehyung pouts while brushing the hair off of his face.
“Let me,” Jeongguk removes the spiral plastic hair band from his own wrist, which he has no use for considering his hair is short, and he quickly ties Taehyung’s hair into a messy ponytail. “There.”
He kisses Taehyung’s nape and shoulders. He traces his fingertips down Taehyung’s arms and then his waist. The bites he leaves along Taehyung’s back, send shivers down his spine and Jeongguk smiles against his skin. He gently shoves Taehyung back onto his hands and knees.
“I like it rough,” Taehyung moans as Jeongguk pushes his cock inside.
“Does that mean I can pull on your cute little ponytail?” Taehyung feels him flick the hair on the back of his head and it pisses him off just enough to fuck backwards harshly. “I take that as a yes.”
Jeongguk wraps his hand around it and tugs. Taehyung’s mouth drops open and he’s about to complain that it isn’t enough when Jeongguk immediately starts slamming into him. His grip tightens on Taehyung’s hair and he can feel individual strands being pulled at their roots. Jeongguk’s cock fucks so deep and so hard that his hole is already throbbing and sore. His entire body locks up in an attempt to stay steadily in place instead of jolting forward with each thrust. His mind fills up from the sounds of skin on skin and lube and Jeongguk’s grunts and his own moans that have progressively turned into stuttering cries.
It hurts. Everything hurts. His thighs, his shoulders, his biceps, his ass, and it all feels so damn good that he reaches up to tug Jeongguk’s hand off of his hair and then collapses onto the bed with an exaggerated huff. His face pushes into the mattress. His cries are muffled by the disheveled duvet. Tears wet his lashes and soak into the fabric beneath him.
“Fuck you’re so pretty,” Jeongguk growls. Taehyung clenches around his thick cock and it pulls even louder grunts from the man behind him. “So tight. Gonna break me off, I swear to Jesus, Tae.”
The coil in Taehyung’s belly twists more and more with each thrust.
“Touch me,” he whimpers but he knows Jeongguk doesn’t hear him. He repeats himself louder and louder until he’s begging and sobbing, words slurred and wet-muddled with pleasure.
Jeongguk drops forward, crowding Taehyung’s back with his chest. His right hand grips Taehyung’s cock with a feverish need that instantly warps all of Taehyung’s senses. He cums within seconds, a wail ripping through his throat while cum spills onto the sheets and Jeongguk’s hand and onto his own stomach. Jeongguk’s hot breath pants in his ear. His teeth nip onto Taehyung’s earlobe and then he lets go to suckle on it before dropping his mouth to Taehyung’s shoulder.
Taehyung can feel the bruise forming already where Jeongguk’s teeth sink in and he pushes himself up onto his hands, forcing Jeongguk to readjust again. His thrusts are shallower but no less forceful and Taehyung does his best to fuck himself back. Regardless of how overstimulated he is, he gets off mentally on knowing his partner loses a bit of their sanity in the last few seconds. Jeongguk’s hips falter, his stomach clenches, he wraps an arm around Taehyung’s chest and pulls both of their bodies up so that Jeongguk is kneeling and fucking up into Taehyung on his lap. Taehyung leans his back against the broadness of Jeongguk’s chest and his body bounces from the force of Jeongguk’s final few thrusts.
“Hng! Fuck! A-shit,” Jeongguk stops altogether and groans. His chest heaves for air and Taehyung reaches back to run his hands through Jeongguk’s hair. Jeongguk cums throbbing and hot into the condom and, for a split second, Taehyung wishes there was nothing separating them.
While they both catch their breath, Taehyung thinks about what it’d be like for Jeongguk’s cum to drip slow and nasty from his hole, down his thighs, onto the sheets. To fall asleep in the man’s bed, exhausted and sated. He wonders if Jeongguk would let him stay the whole night and make him breakfast in the morning. It’s unlikely, he’s aware of this. But he lets himself daydream until his heart rate finally eases to its usual speed.
Rising off of Jeongguk and slumping onto his side to let his mind finish clearing, Taehyung takes in the sight of Jeongguk’s glistening chest and strong thighs as he removes the condom and ties it up. He’s still too blissed out to move so he drops his hands to his thighs, the used condom limp against his skin. His spent cock softens and Taehyung is tempted to slip his lips around it one last time for good measure.
Instead, he sits up and takes the condom from Jeongguk. The bathroom door is open so he gets up to toss it in the trash. Without even asking, he runs himself a quick shower. By the time he gets out, Jeongguk is finally getting up off of his bed, hair a mess, chest still flushed red. Entirely too handsome for Taehyung’s well-being.
“You’re leaving?” Jeongguk asks when Taehyung begins to dress himself.
“Were you expecting me to stay?”
“Kinda hoping you would.”
Taehyung looks away and bends down to grab his shirt. Jeongguk pulls on a pair of fresh boxers and comes close to help Taehyung button up his blouse. He appreciates the gesture considering his hands are trembling.
“Can I call you?”
Taehyung raises an eyebrow and scoffs. “Of all the people you’ve hooked up with, you want to call me?”
Jeongguk steps back, slightly offended. “Yeah? I had a good time. Is it so bad to want another one?”
“Nothing wrong with that but no, you can’t call me,” Taehyung smirks. “How about I come to you next time, yeah?” He steps forward and connects their lips for what he thinks will be a quick peck on the lips. Jeongguk pulls him into his arms and tilts his head to deepen the kiss and it’s impossible for Taehyung to stop the moan that escapes him.
Jeongguk chuckles. “Fine. You come to me, then.” He winks and when Taehyung turns to leave the room, Jeongguk slaps his ass. “My offer’s always on the table.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes and continues through the apartment. He slides on his shoes, gathers his phone and keys that he’d dropped at the entryway, and steps out of the apartment. He orders a cab on the elevator ride down, smiling to himself, knowing full well he’ll never take Jeongguk up on the offer.