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A glass falls and shatters.
The jarring sound is dulled by the generic, bass-boosted club music playing in the background, but a high-pitched shriek and laughter that follows does manage to turn a couple heads towards their direction, including Jeongguk’s, who’s sitting all the way across the bar.
It’s a few boisterous college kids, –just his age– the incident disregarded in a blink as they go back to dancing without a care for the glass shards on the floor or the liquor spilled on their shoes.
The place is not too crowded, though still fairly busy for a Wednesday night, which is understandable since it’s the first thing that pops up when you google ‘budget friendly clubs/bars near SNU’. Also the reason why Jeongguk ended up here.
The bartender can’t be too much older than him, who periodically lifts Jeongguk’s glass to wipe the counter instead of bringing a coaster. “So?” he says as he swipes the ragged cloth over once again, clearly more interested in what Jeongguk has to say than the mess on the floor of his club. “What did you say to them after that?”
Oh, right. He was in the middle of telling this man his life story, like one does when he’s 4 drinks in and has no one else to talk to.
He brings his drink –vodka energy– to his mouth and sucks on the chewed straw before continuing. “Sure, I said, ‘Yea, man, sure! I’ll come all the way to Seoul to play in your college volleyball team if you’re gonna insist that much . But I ain’t paying for that plane ticket!’ Get it?” Jeongguk chases the straw with his mouth without looking down at his glass. “Because I’m fuckin’ broke!”
“Ooh!” the other guy exclaims in astonishment, so fully invested that he forgets about the counter for a moment. “And they said yes?”
The realization that somebody gives a shit about him, even if it’s just for tonight, brings a sense of relief that tastes just like sugary energy drink mixed with cheap vodka on Jeongguk’s tongue.
Because, you see, he kinda had this silly idea that he might feel a little alone, a little homesick on his first night in Seoul, having left everything and everyone behind in his hometown Busan.
And, yeah, moving into his small dorm had felt a little too sad and depressing– even though the reason he came was to play in the college’s volleyball team, which was easily the best team in the league last year and also kind of a dream come true.
Jeongguk grins at the bartender and he motions to himself as if to say, Well, I’m here, aren’t I?
“Man,” the guy says, “That’s so cool!” and gives Jeongguk a friendly clap on the shoulder before leaving Jeongguk and his half-full glass to their own as he moves on to tend to other patrons.
Jeongguk is cool. The coolest. He has all these muscles and a cute boy-next-door type of face that Busan girls loved to swoon over. And the occasional Busan boy –but those almost always led to a quick fuck at the back of their car before never speaking of it again. Until they realize there isn’t anyone who can fuck them as good as Jeongguk and come back for seconds only after a week.
His eyes scan the crowd to see if there’s someone he’d like to keep him company for the rest of the night, preferably who’s living alone and will invite Jeongguk inside after he walks them home like the true gentleman he is.
He makes eye contact with a pretty blonde in heels dancing under the strobe lights with glitter on her hair and winks at her, earning a sweet smile. But her boyfriend doesn’t seem too happy about that, turning her by the waist and sticking his tongue down her throat.
It’s kinda hot, the way he glares at him. Jeongguk is not above enjoying cute boys getting worked up because of him.
Seoul boys are hot, he has to admit.
His gaze drifts away as he lazily chews on his straw, contemplating getting up and going to the dance floor, or calling it a night and going back to his mildly depressing dorm room. But before he can make his choice, he catches a glimpse of a guy –his face illuminated by the phone screen he taps away– and every thought inside Jeongguk’s mind suddenly goes –poof! quiet.
Wow.
And yeah, okay, Jeongguk might be a little buzzed and his vision might be a bit blurry but there’s no mistaking the stranger’s attractiveness. His thick eyebrows and straight nose paint a picture of that David dude from Rome, with the curly hair and all. He’s worrying his bottom lip in a bored manner, then swipes a tongue across it in a way that’s so– so luscious that it makes Jeongguk want to come over there and do that himself.
The pretty guy locks his phone and puts it away, and as if he’s sensed Jeongguk’s gaze on himself, he lifts his head to meet his eyes curiously.
Jeongguk sends him a seductive look as he wraps his lips around the straw and sucks, only breaking eye contact when he tastes air and looks down to find his glass already finished. The stranger's lips are stretched around a boxy grin when he raises his head again.
Okay, hot and cute. Call an ambulance.
A small blush threatens to creep onto his cheeks and he momentarily turns back to the bar to order another drink, suddenly needing a bit more confidence.
“Then they flew you out here from Busan, huh?” the bartender brings back the conversation, apparently still finding it interesting. “Man, that’s amazing.”
“Yeah, right? Cheers.” Jeongguk watches him add some redbull and vodka to a glass, itching to turn back to the pretty boy, “Team’s a beast, from what I heard, dunno about the teammates though. Gonna meet ‘em on Monday.”
“Mmm. Cheers.” the guy says, placing a straw inside the glass he puts in front of Jeongguk, “And how are you finding Seoul so far?”
“Excuse me,” a voice deep as the ocean interrupts them, warmth spreading over Jeongguk’s side when an arm brushes his own. “Can I have another?” he says, after placing an empty glass on the counter and, oh. It’s him.
The pretty stranger.
He’s even prettier up close. Dark eyes, silky lashes, that jawline–
“Hot,” he blurts out before his 4 drink brain can stop him.
“Well, not as hot as Daegu this season, believe me,” the bartender replies earnestly, not catching onto the internal panic that Jeongguk has got going on.
Someone does though. A snort from his right makes Jeongguk turn to him, and he finds the stranger watching, sharp eyes adorned with mismatched eyelids staring at him amusedly.
This close, Jeongguk can even count the beauty marks on his tan skin. And boy, does he have a lot. One on his cheek, another on the tip of his nose, one on the corner of his mouth, one–
“First time here?”
“What? Oh, yeah.” Jeongguk forces his horny brain to think straight, –or just to think– “You?”
“No, not my first time,” the stranger takes a seat over the stool behind him, making their knees touch as he thanks the bartender for his drink. “Visiting?”
“School.” Jeongguk answers simply. “Is it good?” he says, pointing at his cocktail.
Instead of answering, the guy extends the glass towards him, urging him to try for himself. It shouldn’t be this erotic, sucking on another man’s straw, but when that said man keeps his eyes on your mouth the whole time, someone’s bound to get affected.
“It’s good,” he says, but he’s sure that he could’ve drank motor oil and still would be smiling and saying thank you at this point.
“So,” the stranger rasps, cleaning his throat before saying, “Where did you come from?”
“Busan.” he says a little too proudly. “And you?”
“Seoul kid through and through.” he smiles. “You’re gonna love it here, man.”
“I already kinda do.” Jeongguk says, tone a little teasing, his gaze a little suggestive with the way it roams over the stranger’s body.
“Slow down, tiger,” the pretty boy chuckles, “At least wait until I finish my drink.”
“And? Will you kiss me then?”
“I don’t know, maybe.” he says, voice dipping a little lower, “But I don’t have much time until my friends realize I’m gone.”
Swallowing his disappointment, Jeongguk leans closer to him with a smirk. “Then we’ll do it the way Busan boys do.” he says, feeling the heat radiating from the body under him. “Quick and dirty.”
And that’s how they end up inside one of the bathroom stalls of the club, Jeongguk’s back pressed into the metal door and the pretty stranger pressed into him. Neither are shy when their lips meet for the first time, in fact, the stranger feels almost as pent up as Jeongguk, licking, biting, kissing every part of Jeongguk’s mouth.
Jeongguk just can’t believe how good it feels, melting into the kiss and succumbing to the pleasure. The pretty boy clearly has done this before –no judgment though, all the better for Jeongguk– He tastes like gin and sugar, smells like aftershave and feels like a hot drop of lava on his tongue.
“God, shit, fuck-” spills out of him when a leg pushes in between his’ and slots right over his crotch.
“Mmm, that’s right,” the stranger grins into his cheek before biting into the flesh over his cheekbone. His hands roam around Jeongguk’s body, down his shoulders, his back, and reaching to squeeze his ass.
Jeongguk curls a fist inside his hair and yanks it a little meanly. In retaliation, the boy increases the pressure on his cock, making Jeongguk whimper, the epitome of being so hard that it hurts.
While his cock suffers, he moves from the stranger’s mouth down to his jaw, biting and nibbling on the sweaty skin, sucking on a soft spot close to his adam's apple, punching pretty noises that’ll feed his late night jerking off sessions for days.
Though he’s not sure if they have the time for it, but he’s so fucking ready to bend this pretty thing over right here right now if he were to ask.
The stranger’s fingers are long and thin, a little tickly as they dance over his abdomen. “You hiding a washboard under there, Busan boy?” he laughs, a strained sound betraying how pent up he is. And Jeongguk is not different, not sure how much of this tease he can take while the pretty fingers move down onto his crotch, skillful fingers undoing his pants.
“Spit.” the pretty boy brings a hand under his chin.
“What-”
“I said, spit, tiger,” he drawls. “C’mon, don’t go shy on me now.”
“Shut up.”
Jeongguk glares, but when he feels a hand wrap around his cock he enthusiastically does as he’s told. With the pants and boxers finally out of the way, the spit slick grip feels better than sex itself.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s the stuff.” he grunts when the hand starts pumping him.
“Hmm, is it?” the breath of the stranger is hot on his ear. “Is that the reason you came all the way to here? Busan boys just don't do it for you anymore?”
The tight fist around his cock makes forming sentences a true challenge. “It’s not– ah, not the reason,” he grunts, then adds. “But I can– uh, show you. How we do. Ah– I-If you’re wondering.”
“Easy, tiger.” the way the nickname rolls off his tongue is addicting. “I don’t even know your name.”
“Well, you didn’t ask so–”
“Okay, shut up and touch my cock, yeah? I ain’t got all day.”
“You’re mean.” Jeongguk says, but quickly undoes the buckle of his belt and pulls his hard cock out. It’s thick and heavy on his palm and when he looks down after grabbing both of them he feels just a teeny tiny bit insecure, but it’s not the size that matters, yeah?
However, all of it goes flying out of his mind when he watches the stranger, –well, he’s not a stranger anymore is he?– open his mouth and let a glob of spit dribble down his tongue onto their cocks. What is thought even, when you have a pretty boy who’s that eager to get messy?
Jeongguk smears the spit around the boy’s shaft and himself, the glide of it heavenly. He in turn strokes the other, while they pant inside each other’s mouths, try to quieten themselves because they’re in public, a fact Jeongguk just remembered a moment ago.
What would even happen if they were caught? Well, not much, probably since they’re not quite doing anything– but the mental image of getting caught with his dick buried deep inside that boy’s ass is really, really doing things to him.
He feels his release coming, under the skillful hands of the stranger, so he speeds his hand up too, working around the head of his throbbing cock to get him worked up as he is.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the pretty boy grunts, “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”
So Jeongguk keeps doing that, while trying to keep his orgasm at bay but the whimpers in his ear and the sight of the boy’s mouth stretch around a silent moan is just obscene, a perfect show of heavenly bliss, making him surrender to the white - hot pleasure first, spurting warm cum over on the pretty fingers while the pretty boy follows behind a few pumps later.
A few beat passes for Jeongguk to lose the spots in his vision “So?” he asks, “Did you like to do it my way?”
The pretty boy laughs, wiping himself clean with toilet paper, before briskly tucking himself in and checking his phone. “I liked you , Busan boy.” he says, giving Jeongguk a one last once over, “And maybe I’ll see you around.”
With that he’s gone. And Jeongguk didn’t even get his name.
Though that doesn’t matter, because just a few days later on Monday, when he meets his new team ‘the SNU Tigers’, there he is: with his mismatched eyelids, his lips curled into a smirk after the initial shock– like a prayer come true.
“Kim Taehyung, the setter,” he introduces himself, his hair now a striking cherry-red that matches with the jersey he’s wearing. “Welcome to the team.”
Oh, how much opinions can change in just two months.
“Out!” the opposite team's libero shouts, taking a step to the side to avoid touching the ball as their serve goes over the net with a little bit too much force.
“Shit, my bad,” Taehyung mumbles with a grimace, joining his team huddled in the middle of the court. He slots himself next to Jeongguk, placing a hand on the dip of his back much to Jeongguk’s dismay.
Fucking idiot, can’t even serve properly, and he has guts to say shit about my play–
“It’s okay,” their captain, Kim Namjoon says, paying no mind to Jeongguk’s huff of protest.
It’s okay, that’s what everybody's thinking. They have another 4 match points anyway, already 2-0 in the sets and 24-20 in their current one. So it’s okay that Taehyung missed a serve.
The amazing Taehyung, chosen third on ‘Top 20 Greatest Players in Seoul College League’ list Taehyung, who Jeongguk almost fucked in a dirty bathroom not knowing what an insufferable bastard he is Taehyung, hand now itching closer to his waistband, slipping one long taped finger under–
“We’ll finish it now.” Namjoon snaps him out of his thoughts.
They nod in unison, breaking up, but the warmth on his lower back stays– slowly spreading around his body, and the sight of Taehyung’s ass in those shorts that are definitely one size smaller than him is not helping.
He needs to put his head back in the game if he wants to be on that list this year, to show Taehyung he is the fucking greatest, making him eat his fucking words.
Okay, Jeongguk totally feels normal about this.
A bead of sweat slides down, down his temple and towards where his neck meets his jaw. He wipes it away with a swipe of his wrist, bending his knees and getting lower as he prepares to receive the serve.
Huff. Huff.
His legs are shaking slightly from the fatigue but his arms are steady by his side. When Taehyung glances behind, calculating gaze moving in between him and the other spiker, Jung Hoseok, Jeongguk tries really hard to be subtle with the way he wants the final ball.
He’s been lectured more than once about his impulse control –or the lack of it to be more precise, by his new coach and teammates. But one look at Taehyung, and Jeongguk knows he’s got this, that he understands what he’s thinking– which is a bit annoying actually, but everything about Taehyung is.
Jeongguk wonders if he learned to read people because he’s a setter, or is it the other way around?
The whistle gives the go for the ball to be played, and Jeongguk peels his eyes off of Taehyung to take a few steps back, getting ready to jump to score the game point– imagining, ‘The young ace from Busan finishes the game with a bang!’ headline on top of the news page of the school website.
He watches as Park Jimin, the libero, receives the ball and bumps it to Taehyung, then moves on autopilot– one, two, three steps. And jumps.
“Fucking prick,” Jeongguk mutters over the sound of cheers from the bench when the referee announces the game over.
He’d wanted the ball, he’d wanted to finish the game, he could feel the adrenaline buzzing even on the tip of his fingers, soles of his feet as he jumped, –high, higher than any other stupid player in their team, but no, Taehyung had decided that he’d be a decoy instead, passing the final ball to Hoseok.
Fuck Hoseok. And fuck Taehyung.
He’s fuming when they walk inside the locker room, beelining straight to the bathroom to splash some cool water on his face to calm down. He knows– just knows that Taehyung did that to be petty, because he saw how much Jeongguk wanted it. And that’s the summary of his character, an asshole, which is also the reason why they’ll never be anything more than–
“Damn, we are on fire!” Jimin’s voice rings all the way inside the bathroom. “Five fucking matches in a row! Woo –fucking– hoo!”
Oh, please, no need to thank me, Jeongguk rolls his eyes to the mirror.
He walks back to the lockers, peeling his sweaty jersey off and stuffing it inside his bag carelessly.
“You guys wanna go get wasted?” Hoseok asks, “Y’know, before the midterms and all?”
“Man, don’t remind me.” Namjoon sighs, “Looks like I won't be graduating this year.”
“You sound stressed Joonie,” Kim Seokjin, their middle blocker, joins the conversation. “You know what would make you feel better?”
“Shots?” Namjoon guesses flatly.
“Shots!”
“Don’t worry Joon hyung,” Jimin teases, “Looks like these two won’t be graduating either.”
“Hey, watch it, Park,” Hoseok threatens him playfully with the shoe he grabbed from his bag, “But you’re coming, right Taehyung?”
“Oh, I’m busy tonight, hyung,” the redhead says, peeling his socks off. “But we can hang out at my place after the midterms are over. Y’know–” he makes a smoking gesture.
“Sweet.” Seokjin says beside him, fighting to undone his tangled laces. He pulls on the wrong side of the string and the knot gets tighter, “And Guk’s invited too,” he says, slapping a friendly hand over Jeongguk’s leg and fixing Taehyung a pointed look, “Right?”
“Yeah, sure,” Taehyung shrugs, drying his hair with a towel that makes it stick out everywhere like a wild flame. “Jeongguk can come.”
Jeongguk doesn’t hide his frown as he tugs on his knee pad a little too harshly, “No thanks.” he says, “I’ll pass.”
“Oh my god,” Jimin exclaims from his other side, “Are you still upset?”
“Thought you had no friends, no?” Taehyung taunts, clearly upset that Jeongguk doesn’t wanna come to his lame-ass party. “You have better things to do?”
“I have plenty of friends,” he says, the same time Namjoon says, “Wait, what happened?” at Jimin.
“Friends 200 miles away in Busan don’t count, Jeon.”
“Sorry I’d rather spend my time working out than getting my dick wet, Kim,” Jeongguk says, “I know it’s a foreign concept for you.”
“He’s sulking because he didn’t get that final ball.” Jimin whispers to Namjoon.
“Oh, I didn’t know you worry this much about me and my dick.” Taehyung closes his locker with a little more force than necessary, “But I think you should worry more about your pathetic receive stats.”
“Well then you should worry about those serves of yours, asshole.”
“Hey, hey, hey–” Hoseok gets in between them with a hand on their chests to stop the argument from escalating further which makes neither of them happy, nostrils flaring as they stare each other down.
“Their middle was watching you like a hawk, Guk,” Seokjin says from the side, “You would’ve gotten blocked.”
Which makes Jeongguk scoff as he pushes Hoseok’s hand away and turns back to his locker. He doesn’t need his teammates to act like know-all’s like Taehyung isn’t doing that enough.
“No I wouldn’t.” he says.
“Well, that’s my call to make, isn’t it Jeon?” Taehyung states, raising a brow as if he’s daring Jeongguk to argue.
Jeongguk hates it. The attitude, the smirk on the corner of his lips, the way his legs look in those tiny shorts. Whatever. Back in Busan, his setter Yoongi would’ve trusted him to get the point. He knew Jeongguk’s potential, and he knew Jeongguk would figure it out what to do in tough situations once the ball reaches to him, but here, Taehyung is adamant about being the brains and doing things his way– Jeongguk and the others puppets on his strings.
“Yeah, fine,” Jeongguk bunches his shorts and shoves them into his bag with his shoes and knee pads, “Whatever.”
“Aww, did I hurt your feelings?”
“Fuck off, Kim,” he says, giving him a middle finger over his shoulder as he walks into the showers.
“I swear to you guys, one of those days one of you is gonna break a nose or something.” he hears Jimin say before he closes the door behind him.
When he’s out of the shower, his frustration diminished a bit and he’s no longer seeing black spots from all the eye rolling, he walks into the now empty locker room, grabbing his phone from where he put it on top of his gym bag.
1 new message
kim taehyung
cum over??
And there’s like a million eggplant emojis after it. Jeongguk gags.
me
thought u were busy tonite
kim taehyung
yea.
busy w your dick
With another couple thousand emojis that can be used to describe every type of sex.
me
ur so fucking weird
kim taehyung
yea yea hurry up
wear smtn segzy ;)
Jeongguk doesn’t understand how one person can be this different in and outside of the court. He also can’t understand how one person can make him lose his mind with a single touch while also managing to get on every single nerve of his.
But he knows this all started at their first practice.
Listen, Jeongguk was hella good , in his old coach’s words. He had every skill an ace has got to have. His reflexes were fast, he had enough stamina to run for hours, and he was strong enough to break even the toughest blocks. Even though he had a small problem with receiving, I mean that’s why there were six of them on the court, right?
So he thought he’d have no problems fitting in with the SNU Tigers, his fiery energy a match to theirs, last year’s champions, and for the most part, he was right.
The coach liked him, his teammates liked him, and most importantly– the team manager that scouted him liked him.
There was just one little problem in the form of a not-so-little redhead, –who liked him enough to spill his cum inside his hand literally a week ago– acting like a completely different person, bossing Jeongguk around all day, pointing out every little fault of his.
“Jeongguk, close your wrist a little more, will you?”
“Jeongguk, stop jumping at Namjoon hyung’s ball!”
“Jeongguk you need to send the second ball to me, not fucking North Korea.”
“Jeongguk, stop yelling ‘Me!’ every time I’m about to shoot a pass, for fuck’s sake.”
And, okay, some of these might be true, but Jeongguk knew it wasn’t fair, scolding him like that on his practice before Jeongguk can prove his strengths to him, to show he's a force to be reckoned with.
So when the redhead commented on yet another thing, he just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Jeongguk, you’re not jumping correctly.”
“I’m not gonna learn how to spike from a setter.” he scoffs, can't believe the audacity.
“Well you clearly didn't learn from your old coach either.” Taehyung sneers, making Jeongguk stop on his tracks on the other side of the court, glaring at Taehyung through the net.
“Hey, what the hell is your problem, huh?” he says, aware of the heads that turn towards them.
“My problem with you is that I thought we were getting a teammate, not a kid to fucking babysit.” Taehyung spits, irritation obvious behind his pretty eyes, but before Jeongguk could reply back that he’s not a fucking kid, Namjoon intervenes, his eyes even scarier than Taehyung’s while he scolds them for disturbing the practice.
“Go to the locker room and cool off right now before the Coach sees you like this!” he grunts in his captain voice.
“But I—“
“Just go!”
“Ugh, whatever.” Taehyung rolls his eyes as he turns and exits the court with a sigh, and Jeongguk follows right after— not letting this go without an explanation.
“Um, did you actually stick something in your ass and forgot to take it out, Kim? What the hell was that?”
This time it's Taehyung that curls both hands over his jersey, eyes wild with anger, red streaks of hair stuck to his temple with sweat.
“Look, kid,” he says, “I don’t know how the fuck you guys do it in Busan, —and I don’t care—, but here, we do it my way, do you understand?”
“No, actually,” Jeongguk scoffs, “You’ve got the chance to get to know me a little, you must know I’m not that easy to control.”
“Oh, yeah? And how must I know that exactly?” he tilts his head, “The way you started mewling even before I put my hands on you?”
“Hey, no, that’s—“ Jeongguk starts but a harsh shove against the wall makes him shut up.
“Ugh, forget it— Just put on a fucking smile and don’t ever argue with me again, understood?”
“Shit, you’re so fucking bossy.” Jeongguk grunts with pain. Seeing Taehyung this worked up reminds him of that night again, and them being this close doesn’t help. And because he can not not stop thinking about those hands and mouth, he does something very stupid.
“Jeon— Hey, JEON, get your mind off the fucking gutte—“
He crashes their lips together.
And that brings us to this moment, Jeongguk in front of Taehyung’s door.
The door opens to reveal a very unimpressed Taehyung, cherry red hair wet like he just got out of a shower, only wearing a pair of joggers that hang low around his hips and a half smoked joint in his mouth.
He exhales the smoke right at Jeongguk’s face, sending him into a coughing fit. “Told you to wear something sexy.” he says, making Jeongguk contemplate every life decision that caused him to end up here.
“You’re wearing that already for me,” he says humourlessly as the door closes behind him, and he snatches the joint from Taehyung to have a drag himself.
“Mm, you wish. I was just out of the shower when you rang.”
“Yeah, yeah. Yet you managed to smoke a whole joint by then.”
“Yeah because I can’t fucking stand you when I’m sober Jeon, do you have any more questions, or you finally gonna shut up and kiss me?”
And how could Jeongguk say no to such a pleasant invitation?
Taehyung tastes like pot when he slots their lips together, melting like a piece of cotton candy in his arms. It never fails to give Jeongguk a headrush, him switching between the two sides that easily.
Jeongguk pulls back to place the joint back to Taehyung’s mouth, pulling him behind to his bedroom.
The smell of weed is more potent here, and it’s always like a tornado hit it– clothes on the floor, ashtrays everywhere that are so full Jeongguk wonders if his lungs are okay, and his king size bed that’s missing both a sheet and a cover.
Taehyung drops onto the bed and pulls Jeongguk in with him, making him fall on top. Jeongguk likes how Taehyung’s softer than him, thick and meaty, where Jeongguk’s all bone and muscle. Though the part of him that turns Jeongguk absolutely feral is that mop of cherry red hair on top of his head.
The color just matches perfectly with his tan skin, spilling like wildfire onto the white mattress under him. He likes to comb his fingers through the soft strands, something he discovered that puts Taehyung to sleep so quickly that he can’t help but feel endeared. But the thing Jeongguk likes the most about his hair is that he had said he dyed it because of a dare. It’s just so Taehyung, so–
“Are you planning to get your dick out anytime soon?”
So fucking bossy as always.
“Shut up,” he says before lowering himself to kiss the expanse of his stomach, starting from his happy trail. He kisses up his chest, sucking and licking every inch of skin, enjoying the way Taehyung writhes under him.
When he places his tongue over a nipple to lick a fat stripe over it, a moan spills from his mouth, back arching so prettily that Jeongguk’s cock twitches inside his briefs.
“Ah, ah, ah–” Taehyung whines when Jeongguk teases him with a little teeth over the other nipple, “No– no marks Jeon.” which makes Jeongguk bite down harder, getting a knee to his crotch.
“Oww-” he sits back up on his knees, rubbing his crotch. “Hey, be nice to my cock.” he scowls. “I can’t fuck you if you break it.”
“You can’t fuck me while it’s still intact either.” Taehyung huffs, flushed and glistening in places Jeongguk has swiped his tongue across.
Annoyance flaring, Jeongguk turns Taehyung over on his stomach with a simple maneuver, eliciting a yelp from the boy.
“Wha-” he tries to twist his neck to see Jeongguk but a firm hand on the back of his head pushes his face down onto the pillow roughly, “Enough talking. Lift your ass up.”
With a grunt, Taehyung does as he’s told, while Jeongguk grabs the lube from his drawer. He settles behind Taehyung again and pulls his joggers down to reveal his beautiful, perky, round ass.
“No underwear?” He snickers, softly smacking the fat flesh, marveling at the way his skin quickly turns pink. “Are you that desperate for cock, Kim? Is that why you kept teasing me on the court all day today? Just so I’ll give it to you later?”
“Of course not- ah!” his speech gets cut short when Jeongguk opens the cap and pours the lube directly on his dusky hole, twitching in anticipation.
His patience wearing thin, he stretches Taehyung out with a couple of fingers first, just enough for him to push his cock inside without any complaints, though still almost uses half of the bottle.
He pulls his zipper down with a lubed hand, springing his cock free, then slicks himself up and lines his cock right up with Taehyung’s hole. His insides grip him tight and warm as he enters, using almost all his self control trying not to ram it in at one go.
“Ah, fuuuck.” groans Taehyung under him, as Jeongguk splits him open inch by inch, now almost buried to the hilt.
“Yeah?” he says, “God, you’re tight. Relax a little.”
He starts to move a little, rolling his hips in a rhythm.
“Easy for you to say, assward,” Taehyung grits out, but a moment later moans spill out his lips, Jeongguk’s cock brushing against his prostate.
With a bruising grip on Taehyung’s waist, Jeongguk picks up the pace, pistoning his hips without mercy, satisfied to see Taehyung unable to form words, the sounds of pleasure and the slapping of skin only things that heard.
“Gonna make you unable to walk tomorrow, how does that sound, Kim?” he grunts, reaching out a hand to wrap around Taehyung’s shaft, pumping him as well. Eyes closed, brows pitched together in pleasure, he’s not even sure Taehyung’s hearing him right now.
“You’ve got quite the reputation on campus, eh?” Jeongguk grunts, “A player? Another word for a slut, if you ask me.” he grabs one of Taehyung’s asscheeks and squeezes, giving it a firm spank before letting go, “I’m gonna leave my mark on you so everyone will know I’m the guy who dicked you down that fucking good . And who knows, maybe they’ll wanna piece of me too, huh?”
Taehyung raises his torso up on his arms, then twists his neck to look at Jeongguk with an expression he’s never seen before on his flushed face. He brings a hand towards Jeongguk’s neck, then loops a pretty finger through his silver necklace and pulls.
Jeongguk balances a hand on the mattress to avoid falling on top of Taehyung, which brings their faces oh so close. “I don’t share, Jeon.” he states, something wild swimming in his eyes.
And, oh, Jeongguk is utterly fucked.
He’s so turned on that all the blood that’s supposed to go to his brain goes down to his cock, so he can’t even come up with a response other than setting up a pace that not all people can keep up, to make Taehyung moan, to make him scream, make him come, make him a mess.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck–” he groans, Taehyung sobbing with pleasure under him. “Y-yeah,” he says, “Yes, yes– I’m gonna cum, fuck!”
“That’s it– Come, come for me,” Jeongguk thrusts into him over and over– until Taehyung is coming with a moan, his ass clenching around him so tight that it sends Jeongguk over the edge too, spilling inside Taehyung.
“Ah, fuck–” Taehyung grunts as Jeongguk pulls out, then promptly falls next to him, sweaty and tired.
“You’re such a fucking hypocrite,” he laughs, a little breathless, “What was it, you preferring to workout instead of getting your dick wet like me?”
“Shut up.” Jeongguk says, “This counts as workout, fucker.”
“Yet you’re still a terrible player.”
Jeongguk would be so mad if he had the energy right now.
“Just admit you saw me asking for the final ball and you did that just to spite me.”
“Dude,” Taehyung sighs, “I saw it, the other team saw it, even their coach saw it.” he laughs. “You’re just too obvious sometimes.”
"No way," Jeongguk says, turning away to hide the way his cheeks color.
I can't be that obvious, he thinks. Or you would already have noticed.