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They have been married for a year now, their anniversary was spent as minimally as they could for a middle class couple where Taehyung works as a clerk in a bank while Jeongguk works his job as a receptionist in a five star hotel.

Though he has a fixed shift that starts at seven in the morning and ends by three in the afternoon. His husband always says that Jeongguk is lucky, he basically gets to have the whole day to himself. While Taehyung has the typical timing of a corporate worker that is nine in the morning to five in the evening and often he comes home late because of the work.

It was an arranged marriage, their parents had chosen them for each other and Jeongguk had only talked to Taehyung once before their marriage date was fixed the very day. 

Kim Taehyung is a handsome charming man. Respectful, soft spoken and kind. Throughout the year of their marriage he has been nothing but understanding. They have built up a great friendship among themselves.

But they are a married couple. 

Couples are not friends they are so much more than friends.

Jeongguk is only a silent spectator and listener when his colleagues talk about their bedroom activities with their husbands and Jeongguk has absolutely nothing to say about.

One year into marriage and they haven't done it.

They haven't had sex yet. 

In fact they haven't even gotten close to having a talk about it.

Does having sex need a talk? Jeongguk doesn't know he hasn't done it ever.

The most intimate he and his husband had gotten was holding hands and hugging each other.

Jeongguk buries his face in his hands. 

Forget sex, they haven't even kissed yet. 

He wondered if it's him, if it's his fault. Maybe Taehyung just doesn't find him attractive? All of his friends tell him that his husband would take a step towards intimacy but Taehyung never has. 

His husband is always treating him so delicately that Jeongguk wants to stomp indignation. 

Jeongguk on the other hand is heads over heels for his husband. He has fallen so deep. Taehyung is so charming, so handsome. His husband has got such a built body that whenever Taehyung embraces him Jeongguk feels hot all because the older's body completely swallows him whole.

Those big hands of his are enough to cover Jeongguk's whole waist. Jeongguk loves that he feels so small in Taehyung's embrace that his heart jumps in glee whenever Taehyung places his hand on his lower back while guiding him through the crowd.

Whenever he has to crane his neck to look up at Taehyung or whenever Taehyung has to lean down to hear him over the hustle around make him feel warm all over.

He really wants to feel how it'll feel to hold Taehyung close with no barrier of fabrics separating their bodies. The feeling of being kissed and touched in his most intimate parts has Jeongguk clenching his thighs when he is all alone at home while Taehyung is still stuck at work.

“Just ask for it?” Jimin rolls his eyes.

Jeongguk is going to swing the whole computer set against Jimin's head.

“What do you mean, just ask, huh?” Jeongguk scoffs leaning back against the chair glaring at Jimin. “I can't just ask?”

Jimin sighs. “He is your damn husband, Jeongguk.” 

“Shut up, you won't get it.” Jeongguk whines. “Yours was a love marriage.”

“Then seduce him?” Jimin groans. 

Jeongguk blushes. “Too embarrassing.” He mumbles through a pout. 

“I'm not talking about the kind of seducing where you show up in silk lingerie.” Jimin slides his chair closer to Jeongguk. His voice low and eyes full of mischief. “I'm talking about the subtle one, act dumb and lure him. Like if you're wearing a shirt just pretend you forgot to button up the top two or three buttons. Wear something loose so it slips down your shoulder and act absolutely innocent about it.” He giggles. “Just lure him in like that, get him to look.”

“To look?” Jeongguk echoes, he bites down his lip he already feels shy when he thinks about it. 

Jimin nods. “But don't be too repetitive, yeah? Don't make it look like you're trying to seduce him.” He says and Jeongguk nods his head. “He will pounce on you, okay?”

“Okay.” Jeongguk sucks a breath through his teeth.

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Jeongguk takes a deep breath in as he stares in the mirror, he is wearing a shirt, two buttons left unbuttoned, he can see his cleavage. He has never been this bold, he inhales a deep breath and unbuttons another button, now the little bow that is stitched into the dip of his white bra is visible. 

He picks up his bag and before he looks too relaxed, he jogs out of the room with his bag and snatching the keys off the coffee table. 

Dumb, he needs to pretend dumb. He grins at Taehyung who sits in the car while he slips his feet into the slippers before jogging his way to the car, opening the door and seating inside.

“You came so quickly from the gas station.” Jeongguk huffs. “You didn't have to wait for long did you?” He says pretending to look through his bag as he drops his keys in.

“No.” Taehyung chuckles, as he starts the engine. He looks at Jeongguk before he simply turns his gaze to the keys but then he looks back at Jeongguk again.

Taehyung clears his throat, he doesn't really know how he is supposed to tell Jeongguk about his shirt without making it awkward.

The little white bow sits so prettily between Jeongguk's tits— he inhales a deep breath, turning his gaze away, back towards the keys. Jeongguk would surely notice that he hasn't buttoned up his shirt all the way through.

“The list…” Jeongguk pouts, “did I leave it home? Wait, I'll go and check—”

“I have it on my phone anyways, leave it.” Taehyung starts the engine. “Wear your belt, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk wears his belt and turns his head away to look out of the window as the car starts. He bites his lip wondering if Taehyung has noticed yet. Did Taehyung look at him? 

They were going to grocery, Taehyung was back from work and Jeongguk thought this was the best chance he could look hurried and it wouldn't seem obvious that he on purpose has left his shirt unbuttoned.

Taehyung feels like a pervert everytime his gaze darts to Jeongguk and rather than looking at that adorable face of his, he sneaks a glance at the tits that bounce everytime Taehyung drives through a speed breaker. 

“How was your day today at work, hyung?” Jeongguk looks at Taehyung, he almost squeals when he notices that Taehyung was indeed looking at him. 

“Uh,” Taehyung clears his throat, he prays to all the Gods, wishing Jeongguk hadn't noticed him being a downright pervert, “good, yours?”

Jeongguk shrugs. “Just the usual.” His legs swing back and forth.

“Good.” Taehyung tightens his hands against the steering wheel. He needs Jeongguk to button the shirt up or today they are going to get into an accident. “Jeongguk-ah,” Taehyung looks at Jeongguk just to look casually catching an eyeful glance at the pretty little bow before he looks up at Jeongguk, “your shirt.” 

“Uh?” Jeongguk acts all confused looking down at himself and he actually blushes seeing his own cleavage. “Oh,” he lets out a nervous laugh, “I’m sorry.” He mumbles, doing all the buttons up and when he looks up at Taehyung he sees the older's ears red.

Taehyung shakes his head. “What's there to be sorry about?” He laughs. He almost regrets telling Jeongguk to button up, he could have done that later when they'd reach the store so he could just look at those pretty little things a little longer. 

His own thoughts make him bite down his tongue. For over a year he has resisted, he could control a bit more. He should wait until Jeongguk is ready.

It took him a year to maintain a good friendship between them as a couple whose marriage was just served onto their plate.

The moment he had seen Jeongguk, Taehyung had decided he wanted to spend his whole life looking into his big beautiful eyes that held the whole galaxy in them. Jeongguk was sweet, shy and soft spoken. Whenever Taehyung even looks at Jeongguk it triggers his, what they call these days is, cuteness aggression where he wants to grab Jeongguk and kiss him all over the face. 

Jeongguk is just so cute that Taehyung is just left enamored sometimes. He still can't believe he gets to have Jeongguk in his life and gets to call him his husband.

But sometimes, his thoughts also get the best of him, whenever Jeongguk embraces him, presses against him he feels his body burn with need. Jeongguk is just so small against him, his body is a blessing with his narrow waist while his breasts sit just so nicely on his torso. His hips are a little wide and his ass has got a nice curve to it.

Taehyung can't wait until he could see Jeongguk stripped all of his clothes, all bare for him, underneath him, panting sweaty, his mouth parting open and legs spread wide while Taehyung presses inside him, slow and gentle before he fucks him hard and raw. Maybe after that, he'd get Jeongguk on his hands and knees—

“Hyung,” Jeongguk grabs Taehyung's forearm and squeezes, “you just drove past the store.”

“Huh?” Taehyung looks through the rearview mirror. When did they even reach here? “Well, shit.” He grumbles, checking the road before he takes a swift u-turn.

Jeongguk sighs. “I think you should have rested today. We could have gone grocery shopping tomorrow.” He pouts, reaching out to caress Taehyung's hair. “When we reach home I'll give you a good head massage, okay?”

It would be so much better if Jeongguk gives him a head instead— Taehyung presses his teeth together, he needs to get a hold on himself.

“Thank you.” Taehyung smiles at Jeongguk. 

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Jeongguk thinks a week has passed after his ‘unbuttoned shirt plan’ so this is time for another plan. He inhales a deep breath glancing at the bathroom door where Taehyung is showering right now. 

Today he has his designated week off, since he works on Sundays too. According to the shift roll he gets one of the days of week as a day off.

He walks out of their room wearing a cashmere sweater that slips down off his shoulder, he had just bought it the other day. It's white and it's sheer. He has worn a black bra on purpose so it's visible through it. 

This should give a sign to Taehyung that he wants his husband to look and want him the way Jeongguk wants Taehyung.

“Jeongguk-ah,” there is Taehyung walking out, hair still dripping buttoning up his maroon shirt while the towel is still around his waist, “have you ironed my trousers?”

Jeongguk blushes at the sight of his husband, he looks down at the carrots that are still to be peeled. “Ye-yes.” He nods, sneaking another look at Taehyung. “It's on the bed.”

“Huh?” Taehyung looks back. “It's not.”

“I kept it right there.” Jeongguk pouts walking into the room looking at the bed, before he presses his lips and goes to pick up Taehyung's t-shirt he has worn at night, it was draped over the trousers.

“Oh,” Taehyung chuckles, rubbing his nape, “sorry.” 

Jeongguk only shakes his head. “Put this into the laundry basket. I swear, if you don't I’m not doing your laundry ever again.” He huffs pushing the t-shirt against Taehyung's chest.

“Wait,” Taehyung looks over Jeongguk's body, “new sweater?”

Taehyung notices Jeongguk. He knows this sweater is new and that alone melts Jeongguk's heart. 

“Yeah.” Jeongguk nods. “It's just so soft.”

“It makes you look like Cinnamoroll, the Sanrio character.” He pulls Jeongguk's cheek, he can't help but let his eyes linger where the sweater is sheer. He can clearly see what Jeongguk is wearing underneath. Makes his hand itch to cup and squeeze the softness. “So cute.” He steps closer to Jeongguk. “But don't you think it's a bit sheer?”

Jeongguk flinches. He did not plan this, he didn't think Taehyung would actually address the issue. He looks up at Taehyung, eyes wide, taking a step back and his back touches the door frame.

“Wh-when I bought it I didn't notice.” Jeongguk mumbles, shivering when Taehyung takes another step closer to him. 

Is it happening? Is it really going to happen, would Taehyung finally kiss him now?

“You didn't even notice when you wore it?” Taehyung whispers, he leans down to look at Jeongguk's face. There is no damn way Jeongguk hadn't noticed. Someone from a mile away would have noticed.

Jeongguk shakes his head. “Do you not like it?” He asks, looking at Taehyung, his heart beating out of his chest when Taehyung's narrow eyes meet him. “It's just so soft and comfortable.”

“Makes you look soft too.” Taehyung hums, he reaches to rub over the material around Jeongguk's waist. It is soft. He feels the urge to pull Jeongguk closer and press against him, his control over himself slipping through his fingers like this sweater would on the floor if he just grabs Jeongguk and gets this fabric off him. 

Control, he reminds himself, don't be a dog.

Jeongguk bites down his lip, Taehyung isn't staring at his face anymore, his eyes are stuck on his chest and it makes him giddy.

His husband is definitely attracted to him not only emotionally but physically too. 

Jimin had told him to flirt once he had Taehyung's attention. He should now flirt. Yes.

“Ummm,” he clears his throat and Taehyung's eyes snap right up, “are you done staring?” He blinks up at Taehyung. “Or do you wanna stare some more?” 

It's really funny seeing Taehyung's whole face burst into red, his husband takes two steps away from him letting out a series of fake coughs.

“Sorry.” Taehyung apologizes, he closes his eyes. This is definitely embarrassing.

Jeongguk only giggles, his own ears burn as he walks back to the kitchen, preparing lunch for his dear flustered husband.

__________

“Taehyung, your husband so wants your dick. He is literally begging for it can't you see?” Jieun, Taehyung's favorite co-worker, groans. “Boy, he has more wits than me. I just grabbed my husband's hand and figured out that it was me giving a sign.” 

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “I don't think so.”

“Come on, Tae.” Jieun punches his shoulder. “Don't you think he has some needs too? Of course he does, y'all have been married for a year with zero action. Of course poor Jeongguk-ie is getting frustrated.”

“Why can't he just say it?” 

“It does not work like that. You have to tell him.”

“What if I'm wrong?” Taehyung brings the cig to his lips and takes a deep puff pointedly avoiding the deadpan look Jieun shoots at him, blowing the smoke in the air. 

Company terrace is the best place to smoke, looking over the skyscrapers, dreaming about the more in life he is yet to achieve. 

He has been saving up to move into a bigger house, a bit more comfortable and in a nicer part of Seoul. His car is all rusty, too many visits to the mechanic are showing, maybe a new car too. Something nice for Jeongguk, a high-end brand pendant, which his husband could wear everyday. 

Too many dreams and too low pay. 

There are people living worse lives than him but there are also people who are living without a care of money. 

Jeongguk, his pretty husband. Jeongguk has never asked for anything from him, his husband even buys clothes from his own salary, he never asks Taehyung for money at all. He never has any wishes. 

Still Jeongguk smiles at him with eyes so wide and filled with stars as if Taehyung has hung the moon in the night sky.

Taehyung wants to give Jeongguk everything he can but his husband just doesn't ask. At times, Taehyung really thinks he doesn't deserve Jeongguk.

“Okay, wait.” Jieun takes a rather big gulp of her matcha and looks at Taehyung. “Touch him more.”

Taehyung raises his eyebrows. “As in?”

“More as in, uh, more intimately.” Jieun sucks a breath in through her teeth. “Like… wait, y'all sleep together?”

“Yeah.” Taehyung grins with his lips still around the cigarette butt. “Even cuddle.”

Jieun snickers. “Amazing, so you know, touch him,” She motions to her own chest, “here, but be subtle. Like you don't even realize your hand is there.” 

“What's… that gonna do?”

“It'll give a sign!” Jieun groans. “God you are so fucking dumb.” She huffs, placing her matcha cup on the railing, Taehyung thinks it's gonna get blown away by the wind, she grabs Taehyung's shoulders. “You gotta touch him more, my brother, more as in, grab him. Literally, grab him.”

Taehyung blinks once and twice. He understands. 

“If he gets weirded out, I'm gonna haunt you.” 

“If you get your dick wet you'd pay for my lunch for the whole week.”

Not bad.

Taehyung forwards his hand for a handshake. “Deal?”

“Deal.” Jieun giggles.

__________

There is another loud sound of utensils hitting, creating the shrill noise that makes Taehyung flinch from where he is cleaning the kitchen counter.

It's obvious Jeongguk's mood is not the best, he has seen the way his husband's face was in the set frown the moment he stepped inside their home. 

Another sound and Taehyung abandons cleaning the kitchen counter, turning back to stare at Jeongguk's back where he is applying unnecessary pressure to clean the bowl.

“Jeongguk,” Taehyung stands over Jeongguk's from the back, holding his wrists, settling his chin on top of his husband's head, “why torture these poor little bowls and plates, huh?”

Jeongguk huffs. “Leave me alone.” He tries to shake out of Taehyung's hold. 

“Jeongguk-ah,” Taehyung calls softly again, he takes the rubber gloves off the younger's hands, “why don't you just go and rest? I'll do the dishes.”

But instead of going away, Jeongguk just turns in Taehyung's arms, with his hands around the older's middle, face pressed into his husband’s neck breathing in his spiced cologne.

Taehyung just chuckles, wearing the gloves himself as he starts to wash the dishes in a much calmer manner than his upset husband was. He sighs, feeling Jeongguk's warm breath against his neck and body pressing against his own.

“Will you now tell me?”

“I hate the Cha bitch.”

“Who? The second floor Cha?”

“No,” Jeongguk whines, “not aunt Cha, she's nice, the other apartment complex’s Cha who lives on the fifth floor, remember she has two sons— one got married in May? We went to his wedding.” He looks up at Taehyung, he can feel half of his irritation slip away just looking up at Taehyung. 

Only if he could also kiss Taehyung. 

Taehyung hums. “Ahh, I remember. Damn, she is old Jeongguk let her be, she has always been like that.” 

“How dare she?” Jeongguk hisses, he sticks himself closer to Taehyung, completely squeezing himself to his husband to get his attention which he does. “Listen, okay, I went to put out trash, okay? And our apartment complex’s trash was so so full, so I walked a bit further and put it in the other complex's trash— oh my God she got so fired by it, saying why am I polluting their area an-and there was a crowd gathering around so embarrassing!”

“You didn't try to explain your side?”

“I did, of course! But she wouldn't just listen.”

Taehyung couldn't help but laugh. “My baby,” he knocks his head with his husband, absolutely endeared by him, “let it be, it's okay.”

“It's not.” Jeongguk pouts, his head still reeling over the thought of how Taehyung called him baby, his baby. “What's so wrong with me throwing our trash there? Trash is just trash.”

“I know.” Taehyung soothes, washing the last pot before he takes off the rubber gloves and wipes his hands clean before he holds Jeongguk's back, grabbing his small lithe waist and his mind does spin a bit when his fingers almost touch. That's how small Jeongguk's waist is. “Just avoid doing it next time, okay?”

“No, I'm gonna do it again.” Jeongguk huffs, miffed. “Instead of the complex trash I'm gonna put our trash right on her doorstep.”

Taehyung smiles, his hands caressing his husband's sides. “Okay, now let's freshen up and rest for the day?”

“I still hate her.”

“I never liked her either, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk only makes a sound of complaint and pushes his face back into Taehyung's chest. A while longer. He wants Taehyung to hold him close a little longer. “I'm still so mad and embarrassed, I can't get it out of my head.” He whines, fist clenching around Taehyung's t-shirt. 

A little longer, he wants to be in Taehyung's warm embrace, inhaling his cologne just a little while longer.

When Taehyung backs away Jeongguk's heart sinks, he pouts but then he squeaks when Taehyung just picks him up, hands under his thighs, bouncing him up to grip him firmer.

Grab him, Jieun had advised him, if this goes any way south, Taehyung is actually going to haunt her. 

And he does not need to be a ghost to haunt.

But the way Jeongguk is staring down at him, with eyes wide and biting down on his lips with a pretty flush over his cheeks. Taehyung doesn't think this is going to get worse.

In fact, he wonders if this is going to get all too good for him.

Jeongguk just gasps when Taehyung gently lays him down the bed climbing over him. God, Jeongguk looks too pretty from up here, so close, he can hear how fast the younger's heart is beating in the silence of the room. 

“Is there anything I could do to fix your mood?” Taehyung whispers, he knows he is making his voice sound deeper and watches as Jeongguk shivers. His one hand pins against Jeongguk's head to lift himself up. “Hmm, Jeongguk?” He says, his other hand gliding down Jeongguk's thigh, caressing his hip before settling on his waist. 

Gulping, Jeongguk really tries to say something that would make this moment escalate. He really, really wants Taehyung to touch him, hold him, fuck him. The problem is he doesn't know what to say, he is just blank, heart beating so loud that his ear canals hum. He just stares up at Taehyung dumbly.

Jimin did not prepare him for this. He told him to go with the flow but what is Jeongguk supposed to say to direct the flow in a way he wants to?

There is the sound of rushing water that Jeongguk could hear over his raging heartbeat.

“I—” Jeongguk sucks in a sharp breath, “tap.”

Taehyung's eyebrows furrow. “What?”

“The tap.” Jeongguk breathes out. “Water. Did you not close it? Wait, did you not unplug the drain?” 

Well, fuck.

Now Taehyung can hear it too, muttering a curse as he gets up. He had done neither of the two. 

The sight that greets him makes him curse louder, even Jeongguk walks in and gasps seeing the water overflowing from the sink. 

It takes them over fifteen minutes to wipe the floor dry, Jeongguk's hands ache from draining the cloth again and again into a bucket that has dirty water whereas Taehyung is mopping everything he could.

They are awkward, staring at each other after they get hold of the situation. Taehyung wants to bang his head against the wall.

Almost. They were almost there. So close.

Taehyung just grumbles out saying he needs to get freshened up and Jeongguk stays there in the silent empty kitchen, sitting on the chair wallowing over how he had just ruined everything. He closes his eyes and presses his head against the table inhaling a deep breath.

If not today then someday. Of course someday.

__________

These grocery runs with Taehyung have turned out to be Jeongguk's favourites. He loves being close to his husband, holding his arm walking through the aisles. The warm hand Taehyung keeps on his lower back as they stop to discuss the product and its price.

He has noticed this, Taehyung is touching him more than he used to, it's a really subtle change because Taehyung always has been touchy but this is different.

Before his hand only used to hover over his waist most of the time but now it rests in the dip of it. Taehyung doesn't call out his name for his attention but just grabs him by his waist and squeezes. 

Just like now, the moment Jeongguk feels a squeeze he looks up at Taehyung.

“Yes?” He asks as his stomach twirls.

“What do you think about this?” Taehyung shows Jeongguk a package of packed chicken. “Does it look fresh?” 

Jeongguk barely glances at the chicken. “It's a little pale, no?” He says. 

Taehyung's hand is so warm on his waist, he really wants to just hide in his husband's embrace for the rest of his life and stay in the warmth and the comfort of it forever.

“Hmm…” Taehyung sniffs it, “doesn't smell bad.” He comments by reading the label of it. “But it's too pale I think, it should be a little pinkish.” 

“It should.” Jeongguk rests his head on Taehyung's chest looking down at his chicken. “But it doesn't look stale to me.”

“Yeah, not stale but not really fresh either.” Taehyung places his chin on the younger's head. “Buy or pass?”

Jeongguk giggles. “Pass.” 

“As you say.” Taehyung drops the chicken back into the rack. “So if not chicken then, what?”

“Prawns?” 

“I really don't wanna have seafood.”

“Pork?”

“Feels like that's all I've been having.”

“Let's stick to the veggies then.” Jeongguk huffs as he walks forwards. “You are so damn picky.”

“What's wrong with that?” Taehyung laughs. “But I wanna have meat today.”

Jeongguk stops and turns into Taehyung's hold. “How about beef?”

“Kinda feeling crab today.” 

“You said no seafood.” 

“Crab is an exception.”

“Oh God!” Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “Okay, go get a crab or whatever. My body lotion is gonna run out, I'm gonna get that.” 

“You are literally going to a different side?” Taehyung squeezes his waist again and Jeongguk squirms because it feels ticklish. “Let's get the lotion first and then the crab.”

“Clingy.” Jeongguk mumbles under his breath with a smile. 

When they actually walk into the lotion aisle, Jeongguk freezes because opposite the lotions and body oils, there is a whole column of rack dedicated to condoms and lubes. 

Taehyung too stops, his hand is just a weight over Jeongguk's waist. 

“Uh…” Taehyung clears his throat, “amazing idea of organizing stuff, I must say.”

“Huh?” Jeongguk feigns innocence and goes to look for his lotion and Taehyung's hand falls from his waist. “What do you think? Should I buy the bigger one or the smaller?” Yes, this is it. He needs to divert the topic.

“Jeongguk, do you think we’d need lube?” 

All the air in Jeongguk's lungs leaves once he stares at Taehyung in front of the condom column, the condoms already in hand as he scans through the rack of lubes. 

Is this Taehyung trying to hint?

Also, did Taehyung just ask Jeongguk if he could get wet enough?

“Why would we?” Jeongguk asks as he eyes the brand of lotion he uses, the two hundred grams quantity next to the five hundred and fifty grams. 

Taehyung thinks it adorable how Jeongguk's ears are bright red and the color also spreads to his puffy cheeks. “We don't?” He teases.

“No…”

“How would you know that?” 

Jeongguk chews down his cheek. “I know myself.” He mumbles.

“Oh,” Taehyung walks closer to his husband, bending and places his chin on Jeongguk's shoulders, “have you ever done it with someone?” 

Jeongguk gulps. “No.” He whispers, picking up the smaller bottle of lotion. 

“Oh,” Taehyung licks over his lips, “so you've done it alone?” 

“What could one do when having a husband turns out to be useless?” Too much. Jeongguk spoke too much. He bites down his bottom lip harder. “I'm buying the bigger one. More quantity, less price. Steal deal.” He says but he places the smaller bottle in the cart and wheels away, too embarrassed to stay.

Taehyung stares at Jeongguk's retreating figure. 

“Did he just say I'm useless?” He scoffs, pocketing the condom and picking up the bigger bottle of lotion. “Fucking hell, I need a smoke.”

Taehyung stares at Jeongguk when the cashier scans the box of condoms but Jeongguk really doesn't say anything, just passes the cashier gochujang sauce jar.

__________

“That's a mad progress!” Jimin pats Jeongguk's shoulder. “See, he is being loud and clear he wants to fuck you, now all you need to do is spread your legs, my friend.”

Jeongguk huffs. “The condoms are just collecting dust in the cabinet.” He stabs the piece of pork before lifting it to his mouth. “Like you could buy them but not just push me to bed and actually make use of them? Just throw it in the trash at this point.”

“Jeongguk you are so annoying!” Jimin groans. “If you want it you need to ask for it, it's really that simple.”

“Well,” Jeongguk covers his mouth as he chews and swallows down the bite, “he wants it too! Clearly! So why doesn't he ask, why am I supposed to put all the effort and act desperate?” 

Jimin shakes his head. “Unbelievable.”

“Exactly!” Jeongguk huffs. “Fuck him.”

“No, I'm talking about you.” Jimin swats Jeongguk's head. “You are fucking unbelievable.”

“You don't understand it. I'm so shy.” Jeongguk covers his face. “I really, really want it but saying it out loud that too in front of him is so embarrassing, I have never in my life asked someone for something— not even my parents, literally. Also asking for sex? Who does that? Don't people just go with the flow? It just happens, right? Doesn't he want me? He does, right? Then what’s stopping him?”

“Jeongguk-ah,” Jimin sighs, “calm down. You are literally about to cry.”

Jeongguk sniffles. “I'm not.” He mumbles. “It's just… I don't know.”

“Shush,” Jimin pats Jeongguk's hair, “stop thinking so much.”

All Jeongguk could do was nod, easier said than done.

Jeongguk can't stop thinking about it.

__________

This is the third time Jeongguk is going to execute a plan to get his husband to fuck him.

If this does not work out as well he saw it work out in the k-drama he just watched, he will cry himself to sleep.

“Taehyung-ie hyungie…” Jeongguk pouts, standing on the doorway of their room staring at Taehyung, who is just laying on the bed scrolling through his phone. 

Taehyung smiles. “Yes, my dear Jeongguk-ie?” 

“My back hurts,” he huffs, toes curling in his socks and face feeling hot, “can you massage it for me?” 

“Of course.” Taehyung frowns and immediately sits up, abandoning his phone. Such a good husband he is, always so keen in making sure all of Jeongguk's requests are fulfilled. “Come here.” 

Jeongguk licks over his lips. “Thank you! I'll just get the warm oil!” He skips his way right to the kitchen before Taehyung could throw any questions at him, holding the warm bowl with hot coconut oil and walking in the room. “So, how do you want me?” 

For a long moment Taehyung stares at him. 

“Uh, umm…” Taehyung sucks a breath through his teeth, “you can lie down on the bed.”

“But if I lie down there is a possibility of oil getting on the bed.” Jeongguk mumbles. “I'll just sit on the bed edge.”

Taehyung just nods and Jeongguk places the oil on the nightstand, sitting close to it. He inhales a deep breath before he pulls off the t-shirt he was wearing, hearing Taehyung choke up in the air but he completely doesn't lose his t-shirt like the character did in the drama instead he holds it against his chest. 

“Has your—” Taehyung clears his throat, “has your back been hurting because of the long hours you sit on the chair?” 

“Maybe.” Jeongguk shrugs, he exhales a shaky breath when Taehyung settles behind him, he watches how Taehyung dips his middle and ring finger in the oil and the sight of it is so sensual that Jeongguk feels hot between his legs.

Taehyung hums, he silently drags his fingers down Jeongguk's back, following the path of his spine. 

Sometimes Taehyung wonders how someone as small and delicate as Jeongguk even lives in this world. If it was in Taehyung's hands he'd keep Jeongguk in house forever under his care, treating him like the precious little doll he is.

Yet again he dips his fingers in oil again before he starts to massage Jeongguk's back like he used to massage his mother's, he has never done an oil massage for his mother and he realises that the oil makes his hands slip so he applies more pressure causing Jeongguk's back to arch.

And Lord, what a pleasant sight it is. The arch of his lithe back is too pretty, spine bending so beautifully and the way his ass pushes out, causing his shorts to slip down a little the waistline of his black underwear peak.

Taehyung has to compose himself, he gulps, focusing on the massage, shifting when he feels his cock bob. He looks down as it is pushing against his gray shorts.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk sighs, bending a bit more, “feels good.” He whimpers. Even when this message was just part of his plan to get laid, Taehyung's hands are working like magic on his skin, he feels like melting with how good this feels.

“Yeah?” Taehyung's voice comes out deeper than intended, he grabs Jeongguk's waist with both of his hands and his mind spins when he sees his thumbs almost touch. 

Jeongguk would look so good on his fours when Taehyung would be ramming in and out of him, how prettily he would quiver and the sounds he'd make.

“Hyungie?” Jeongguk looks over his shoulder and Taehyung dies a little. “Are your hands hurting?” 

It's then when Taehyung realizes he had stopped massaging Jeongguk. With a curse falling through his lips he shakes his head and tries to focus. 

Don't be a Goddamn dog. Fuck. Taehyung clenches his teeth. I need a smoke— no, fuck, I need ten. 

His dick hurts and throbs, he inhales and exhales a deep breath trying his best to loosen all the knots he feels near right shoulder.

“Ah, hyung.” Jeongguk whines, his own sound makes him all hot but Taehyung is pressing too harshly. “Too much, go slow.” He whimpers. 

Taehyung fucking gives up. He gets off the bed and walks straight into the bathroom, stares at himself in the mirror, glares at how there is pink on his cheek and his eye twitches. 

At this point he doesn't not care what Jeongguk thinks about his sudden actions. All he cares about is how good it feels to finally get a hand around his cock and stroke it. Up and down, the oil makes it so much smoother that Taehyung closes his eyes and sighs as his cock throbs and twitches in his hold.

He lets his thoughts run as wild as it could, he imagines Jeongguk under him absolutely debauched and in tears. Red so high on his cheeks, looking ruined and fucked well, trembling and begging him to stop but also asking for more. Those innocent eyes of his dear husband he wants to see them brimming with lust and filth.

One chance. One damn chance and Taehyung would show Jeongguk how useful he could be. 

It doesn't even take him a full two minutes to cum into his hand. He stares at it for a while before washing his hands and pulling out tissues from the box to clean wherever else it had gotten.

When he walks out he finds Jeongguk, staring at him but he has put his t-shirt back on, even though Taehyung can see how his nipples have pebbled.

It must be absolutely obvious to Jeongguk what he has been doing in the bathroom, but he doesn't really get why Jeongguk looks sad instead.

“Thank you.” Jeongguk says as he picks up the bowl and walks out of the room. 

Why does Taehyung do this? 

Jeongguk sniffles, as he pours the remaining oil back into the bottle and washes the bowl. He could see it, Taehyung was hard so why didn't he just ask him to help. 

He feels like an idiot, bending backwards to gain Taehyung's attention. Like a desperate whore he has been trying and not one time Taehyung has even considered wanting him. 

Maybe Taehyung just doesn't want to do it, yet Jeongguk feels like an asshole trying to impose himself on his husband like that.

They didn't even cuddle that night.

But the next day Taehyung comes home with a chair cushion that is shaped a certain way so his back isn't in an uncomfortable position as he sits throughout the day.

He gives Taehyung a shy kiss on shy thanking him for it and Taehyung just ruffles his hair, pressing a kiss against his forehead.

__________

Jieun stares at Taehyung and Taehyung feels she is judging him too hard.

“So you've bought condoms?”

“Yes…”

“Did you use them?”

“No.” 

She rolls her eyes. “Might as well throw it into the trash.”

“What more am I supposed to do?!” Taehyung groans. “I can't just jump on him, can I?”

“He literally wants you to, believe me.” Jieun scoffs as she takes a sip of her matcha, the wind messes her freshly permed hair a bit, the curls turn frizzy and she looks like the typical above fifty ajumma.

Taehyung doesn't tell her that though. 

“You are being ridiculous.”

“Did you do that grabbing tits thing I suggested to you?” Jieun wiggles her eyebrows. “Trust me, that'd work. Ya’know he'd think you're unconscious and push in against you. Tried and tested, it's just that my husband was actually asleep and I got all hot over it, woke him up to have sex.”

“Jeongguk won't wake me up.” Taehyung clicks his tongue. “He definitely won't.”

“No he won't but he'd push against your hand, you'd feel it. Then you stop pretending, say in a sexy voice, what are you tryna do, baby? Kachow! You'd have what you want.” Jieun grins, patting Taehyung's shoulder. “Trust me.”

“Okay.” Taehyung hums. “But what's the worst case scenario?”

“That'd he'd get your hand off and sleep.” Jieun shrugs. 

That really doesn't sound the worst.

Taehyung pushes his tongue against his inner cheek, as he stares at his laptop screen. An endless sheet of numbers and names. 

“Okay.” He says, more to himself than Jieun. “Let’s fucking get it.”

The thing is that Jeongguk was upset quite a few days after the scene where Taehyung just got up whilst giving him a massage but his mood then had gotten better especially when Taehyung had pulled him in demanding for cuddles. It has been smooth after that. 

If anything jeopardizes that because of this fuckass plan of Jieun's he is going to haunt her.

_________

Jeongguk pouts as he stares at Taehyung's sleeping figure. Work must be too stressful today for my husband to go to sleep so soon. He sighs, making his way to the bed.

“Hyungie, seems tired.” He sighs and leans down, pushing Taehyung's hair away from his forehead and placing a soft kiss there. “Sleep peacefully.”

Taehyung really doesn't have to try because Jeongguk pulls his hand around him, always a cuddler. All he does is shift a little, pressing up against Jeongguk and placing his hand right over the younger's chest— God forbid, he is going to hell, it's so soft.

Gasping, Jeongguk looks down at his chest, it embarasses him how small his tit looks in Taehyung's hand. He bites his lip and looks back, Taehyung still was asleep. He presses his back closer to Taehyung and the older's hand settles on his chest firmer.

Warm, it's so warm and Jeongguk inhales a deep breath. It's so nice to be held like this, he wishes Taehyung always does this, even when he is conscious. Taehyung could just play with him, he wouldn't mind it even a bit.

Taehyung's hand really doesn't move, it stays still and Jeongguk still feels his cunt getting hot. Is he so desperate that he gets wet just because Taehyung is unconsciously holding him?

It's so embarrassing. 

Still, he wishes that there was no barrier of fabric in between.

God, Jeongguk covers his face, he is such a pervert. Taehyung is literally sleeping beside him.

So, Jeongguk turns and presses his face into Taehyung's chest, and snuggling as deep as he could with sparks under his skin, his pussy throbs with want and he whimpers when he settles his leg over Taehyung's hip just for his husband to push his thigh between his legs.

Warm, it's so Goddamn warm everywhere.

Jeongguk pushes his hips over Taehyung's leg, biting down his lip because it's so wrong to seek the miniscule pleasure when his husband is sound asleep. He shouldn't disturb Taehyung, he really shouldn't but then Taehyung's thigh pushes against him and he gasps louder. He looked up, panicked, thinking he must have woken Taehyung up.

Taehyung didn't wake up, thank God.

With a deep breath Jeongguk closes his eyes, if he tries he could just go to sleep. He closes his eyes, he inhales and exhales deep breaths. But then he whimpers, moving his hips just a bit, chasing that little pleasure he could seek. 

“Gguk—?” Taehyung mumbles, he pulls Jeongguk closer by his waist higher up his chest. “Is something wrong, baby?”

Jeongguk gulps and shakes his head, his toes curling. “Y-you go back to sleep, hyungie.” He reaches out his hand to place it on Taehyung's cheek. “I was just getting co-comfy.” 

“Okay.” Taehyung barely keeps the chuckle off his lips, he kisses Jeongguk's forehead and then leans a bit more down to kiss his pink tinted cheeks. “Sleep well, Jeongguk-ah.”

“Hyung… oh, nevermind.” Jeongguk shakes his head. “I'm sorry, you must be tired. Good night.” Shame shallows Jeongguk.

Oh Lord, what was he about to do.

“Say it.” Taehyung leans back and looks down at Jeongguk. “Lemme hear your thoughts.”

“You are tired.”

“I won't be able to sleep if you don't tell me, baby.”

There is it again, baby. 

Yes, yes he is Taehyung's baby. He loves hearing it so much.

“Hyung-ah,” Jeongguk mumbles, he fiddles with Taehyung's t-shirt collar tugging at the stray lint. “I like it when you call me baby.” He whispers. 

Taehyung hums. “I'll do it more.” 

“Hyung-ah,” Jeongguk presses himself against Taehyung, “do you think I'm pretty?”

Jeongguk needs to know this, he has been thinking about it for quite a long while now. Why isn't Taehyung making a move on him?

“Prettier.” Taehyung stares down at Jeongguk. “Never seen someone as pretty as you.”

“Are you happy you are married to me?” Jeongguk couldn't help but ask. 

“Happiest I've ever been, baby.” Taehyung presses his lips firmly on Jeongguk's forehead. 

“Do— do you…?” Jeongguk really wants to ask but then he bites down his lip. He can't just ask Taehyung if he is attracted to Jeongguk in a physical way. Of course, he knows Taehyung must be but he wants to know for sure.

For over a year they have been married, Taehyung really hasn't touched him or even initiated anything. It all makes him nervous and overthink. 

If Taehyung wants him, Taehyung would surely say, right? 

“Yes, Jeongguk-ah?” Taehyung leans closer. Finally he thinks, finally Jeongguk would ask him—

“Do you think it's cold yet?” Jeongguk just holds Taehyung's shoulders and hugs him, practically trying to climb over him. “I think it is.”

Taehyung chuckles. “Then I think I should just hold you tighter to make sure you aren't cold, hmm?” He turns and pulls Jeongguk on top of him. “Jeongguk-ah, do you really not know how pretty you are?” 

“Am I?” Jeongguk raises up a bit and Taehyung's eyes couldn't help but dip down to wear Jeongguk's neckline revealing how his pretty tits are pressed against him.

“Very.” Taehyung looks up into the younger's eyes. “Prettiest, like I said to you.” He reaches to tuck Jeongguk's hair behind his ear. 

Then Taehyung gently holds Jeongguk's chin and pulls him closer, until their lips are close but he stays, he looks at Jeongguk.

“Hyung…” Jeongguk breathes out.

“Can I kiss you, baby?” 

Jeongguk blinks, his heart just stops. “Huh?”

Damn it, Taehyung licks over his teeth. He is going to murder Jieun. “Nothing— sorry. I, fuck, I'm sorry.” He shakes his head. 

“No— no.” Jeongguk holds Taehyung's wrist, to keep it on his face. “We can— you can. I wanna ki-kiss you.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Please.” 

The first contact of their lips is soft, Jeongguk's heart starts to pick up speed so loud in his ear that he giggles when Taehyung kisses him again.

Their very first kiss. It feels so good.

“You're so cute.” Taehyung whispers before he kisses Jeongguk again, this time it isn't just a brief contact of lips but an actual kiss that makes him want more. He pulls Jeongguk, dragging him higher over his body so he could kiss the younger like he wants to.

A kiss never felt this good ever to Jeongguk, he crawls higher, holding Taehyung's face and he kisses him. He loves this.

He loves Taehyung. 

The realization makes him whimper, he kisses Taehyung deeper. He loves Taehyung. It almost makes him cry how happy he feels in his heart as he lets his lips mold with Taehyung's.

Oh God, how could he not know all this time. They have been married for more than a year, how could he have not known? 

“I love you.” Jeongguk says it against Taehyung's wet lips, his own lips buzzing as he leaves another kiss on Taehyung's. “Taehyung hyung, I love you.” 

“Fuck, Jeongguk…” Taehyung covers his eyes because he actually does feel like is going to sob. “You can't just do this to me. Just say it like it's the most normal thing to say.”

Jeongguk laughs. “It is though.” He pinches Taehyung's nose. “We have been married for a year, you have been so patient with me, so nice, so respectful. Of course, I was gonna fall for you.”

“You wanna know, something?” Taehyung peels his hand away from his eyes and look at Jeongguk. His breath almost escapes him when he stares into those big galaxy brimming eyes. “I think you are my love at first sight. Just one look at you and I was already deep in love.”

“Oh God.” Jeongguk ducks to hide in Taehyung's neck. “You are so silly.”

Taehyung kisses Jeongguk's temple. “I'm serious.”

“No, stop.”

“I love you, Jeongguk-ah, my baby.” 

Jeongguk's legs swing as he giggles. “I love you too…” he hesitates, “my love.” He says fisting Taehyung's shirt. 

“Heavens, Jeongguk, you are going to kill me.” Taehyung grabs Jeongguk's face and kisses him yet again. It feels like the world should just stop when Jeongguk giggles into the kiss. 

That's all the night is filled with, the little kisses they shared until they fell asleep and Taehyung thinks this is perfect.

Sex can never even come close to this moment and he is not going to kill Jieun anymore. In fact he is going to the office tomorrow with a ridiculously expensive matcha tea in hand.

__________

They kiss. And they kiss a lot.

Jeongguk whines every time Taehyung tries to pull away.

“Baby,” Taehyung holds Jeongguk's face, he couldn't help but laugh over how offended Jeongguk looks, “I'm getting late.”

“So, you don't love me?” Jeongguk whines, he claws Taehyung's shirt. He really, really loves kissing Taehyung, loves when he gets to press against Taehyung and loves it even more when his husband holds him back.

It makes his head spin, makes him all droopy to be kissed, all the dopamine in his system just rushes everywhere and he hates when Taehyung parts away from him.

All he wants to do is kiss, kiss and kiss.

“God, you're so adorable.” Taehyung squeezes Jeongguk's cheeks. “Of course, I love you, baby. Work is important too, no?”

“No.” Jeongguk sulks. 

“Jeongguk...” Taehyung laughs, “bye,” he leaves one long kiss against Jeongguk's lips, “I love you.”

“Whatever, whatever.” Jeongguk grumbles. “Love you too.”

“My baby.” Taehyung kisses Jeongguk's cheek again. “See you, hmm? I'll try to get home early today, let's go out for dinner, yeah?”

Jeongguk nods.

When Taehyung walks out of their home, the silence almost threatens to eat Jeongguk up. He inhales a deep breath and Taehyung's cologne is still lingering but Jeongguk feels too cold.

He really can't get why he is even getting so emotional over it. All he knows is that he just misses his husband a lot. 

After a whole year of remotely nothing, he gets to have so much more of Taehyung. Gets to have the kisses, the love, the warmth. It all makes him crave for so much more.

Kiss a little longer, hear Taehyung say he loves him more and hold his husband for another minute just to feel the warmth.

It's just, Jeongguk hasn't ever been treated this tenderly and Taehyung makes him feel all precious so when Taehyung gets ripped away from him like this it leaves him all hollow.

Since Taehyung couldn't take a leave one day for him he just strips out of his clothes and sleeps on the bed naked. He does this everyday when he gets back from work. A nap fixes everything.

__________

“God, I miss him.” Taehyung melts against his work desk. The row of endless numbers have never pissed him off as bad as they do today. “He looked so sad when I left home. Should have given him another kiss.”

Jieun snorts. “Dramatic.”

“No, you don't get it.” Taehyung groans. “He is just so fucking cute.”

“I agree, he's very cute.” Jieun smiles, sipping on the matcha Taehyung paid for. It always tastes better when the money doesn't get debited from her account for it. “So… y'all fucked yet?”

Taehyung groans even louder and a few co-workers around give him a stink eye. “No not yet but I feel soon. Life is just so fucking busy both me and Jeongguk just fall on the bed and sleep. It just doesn't reach that level and I really don't want to force it.”

“Wise.” Jieun shrugs. “Let it all go into flow. Because once you have sex then you'd want to fuck every hour of the day— fuck, I miss my husband.” She leans back against her chair. “I’ve been left dry too.”

“Damn how many weeks?”

“Weeks? Taehyung, three days.”

Taehyung really wants to slap the thick file on his desk right against Jieun’s face but then he wonders. Would Jeongguk be like her too?

The other day, in the grocery shop Jeongguk did mention how he pleases himself so now that Jeongguk is home alone, would he be having fun all by himself? 

Work, Taehyung bites his tongue, don't be a dog. Focus on work.

__________

This was not a plan, Jeongguk swears on his life it wasn't. He had woken up from a nap he takes every day, he was too tired. He just stripped off his clothes, his shirt was on the bed, pants on the floor, he still wore the thigh-high stockings from his work, just in his mismatched innerwear. Red on his chest also it was unhooked and this really cute white undie he had gotten which had pink polka dots.

But the thing is, his shirt is not on the bed anymore, his pants are not on the floor, he was draped with the duvet he didn't drape himself with one when he went in for a nap and the air-con was purring even when Jeongguk had not even turned the lights on when he entered in. His bra had slipped off his front the moment he had sat up and he stared at it for minutes.

Then he spotted Taehyung's work bag on the chair and the shower running in the bathroom. He closes his eyes and curses. He really doesn't know what sight he must have been when Taehyung walked in, especially with the stockings on the mismatched innerwear.

How embarrassing.

The shower stops, and Jeongguk scrambles to get his hand of Taehyung's discarded shirt on the bed, any other time it would have pissed Jeongguk off but today he is glad, he wears it and buttons it up as fast as he could and the bathroom door opens with Taehyung stepping out, still in his work pants. 

“Yo-you are home?” Jeongguk asks fisting the duvet, he just wishes his face wasn't as red as the way he could feel it burning.

Taehyung glances at him, stares at the shirt on his body before he hums. “I was in a cafe just on the other street for a meeting, then I got blessed with crow shit on head, I really couldn't bear the ick I felt so I came home to wash it off.” He explains. “I texted you.”

“You did?” Jeongguk pats around for his phone before he twists in the bed to reach for his bag sitting on the bedside table, fishing his phone out. Seeing the notification of Taehyung's text on the home screen. “Oh, I was, uh…”

“Yeah,” Taehyung snorts, “definitely looked like you were having the nap of your life.”

Jeongguk feels the burn under his skin. “Ah, so you are going back to work?”

“No, they don't need me there, so I'm just gonna work from home instead.” Taehyung drops the towel on the bed and Jeongguk really doesn't get to lecture Taehyung over it because his husband is walking towards him.

Even he doesn't know why but Jeongguk's heart jumps and he backs away to the headboard the closer Taehyung come, he feels the duvet slip off his legs, the lace of his stockings peeking out and Taehyung's eyes fix over it for a minute before he is back to staring at Jeongguk.

“Tell me something,” Taehyung says as he places his hands on the headboard, pinning Jeongguk, “are you doing this all on purpose?”

Jeongguk bites down his lip and shakes his head, he is sure his eyes are too big. “I— I promise I didn't know you were coming home.” He breathes out. “This time I didn't do it on purpose I swear.” His words push out of his tongue in a hurry to convince Taehyung of his innocence.

“This time?” Taehyung arches his singular brow. “What about the other times?”

“I—” Jeongguk stammers. Shit. He inhales a deep breath but all he could smell is the stink of tobacco on Taehyung's breath and the smell of the minty shampoo he must have used. 

Taehyung grins. “Yes, you.” His eyes are narrow, his wet curls frame his eyes so well, dripping down his nose and Jeongguk's toes curl when one of the drops land on his thigh making him flinch. 

“Tea.” Jeongguk breathes out, his heart is beating too fast, too loud. He pushes his palm against Taehyung's chest, and looks away. "I'll make you tea.” 

When Jeongguk tries to get up, he could only whine when Taehyung grabs his wrist and pins him on the bed. He squirms, eyes shut, legs folding and stretching trying to get away from the man whose breath he could feel on his face.

Too close, Taehyung is way too close. 

“So you actually have been trying, huh?” Taehyung chuckles, he presses his nose against Jeongguk's temple. “I thought you were innocent.”

Jeongguk wants the bed to swallow him up. He is on the losing side here, barely dressed. One of his stockings has slipped down his knee. He could only whimper, turning his head away.

He wants more but he has so much shame filling him to the brim that he can barely say something so he just tries to tug his hands off Taehyung's grip. All Taehyung needs is one hand to hold both of Jeongguk above his head.

The heat under his skin seems to concentrate in one space between his legs, he curls his toes and squirms. The temptation of getting some friction there makes his hip buck up a little. He freezes instantly when he realizes and looks at Taehyung warily but he is glad that his husband really hadn't noticed.

“You are asking too much of me now, Jeongguk.” Taehyung sucks a strained breath through his teeth. He really wants to unravel Jeongguk, there is nothing left on his body, his panties are snug against his cunt, he could see the pussy print, his nipples are all hard poking through the shirt and those stockings are really making Taehyung's dick twitch.

Jeongguk is so beautiful under him, all flushed pink, his pretty beady eyes look up at him desperately but he refuses to say anything. 

“I'm n-not asking anything.” Jeongguk hates how his voice quivers but he really can't help it. He is already almost bare, he could feel himself get wet and it'll be really embarrassing if Taehyung spots it. “Why are you holding me down?” He whines, trying yet again to free his wrists. 

Taehyung chuckles, a part of him melts wanting to coddle Jeongguk over how adorable he is.

The other part though? He wants to hold him down and fuck him into the mattress until Jeongguk is too gone to even remember his own name.

“You are asking for my control, Jeongguk-ah.” Taehyung kisses Jeongguk's puffy cheek. “I barely have any.”

Jeongguk turns his head to finally look at Taehyung. “Control?” He whispers. 

Taehyung hums, it comes from deep within his chest. “You really don't want to know those thoughts that ran through my head when I saw you on our bed, laying so prettily. It was really hard not to sit and stare.” He breathes out and his voice sounds rough. “Not to touch.” 

The words burn Jeongguk inside out. Taehyung wants to touch him.

“Hyung…” Jeongguk bites down his lip, “please.”

“You can't just say please and expect me to understand what you want.” Taehyung presses his forehead against Jeongguk's. “God, Jeongguk, have some mercy. Please.”

Jeongguk just breathes, he tilts his head up and kisses Taehyung's cheek when his husband looks at him he tries to say something but it finally happens.

Taehyung kisses him.

It makes Jeongguk gasp, but he does kiss Taehyung back, he really wants to touch Taehyung but the older's hold just tightens over his wrist. 

“Fuck,” Taehyung growls, he backs away just to see Jeongguk breathing through his parted wet lips tongue pokes out and Taehyung dives it again. He sucks Jeongguk's tongue in his mouth hearing how his husband whines, feeling how his hips kick up, legs fold and unfold.

Sensitive. Jeongguk is just too sensitive. 

Yet responds to him too well, just as eager licking into his mouth, moaning and whimpering against his lips. Jeongguk wants this, wants him just as bad as he wants Jeongguk.

“Hy-hyung— hah…” Jeongguk gasps when Taehyung finally lets his mouth rest. He looks up at Taehyung, his heart beating so loud that he can barely hear anything above it.

He always thought Taehyung would be the soft kind of lover, the one who kisses slowly and passionately, being gentle throughout. 

But he is definitely not, Jeongguk can see how wild Taehyung's eyes are and how there is a set frown sitting on his face. One chance, Taehyung would probably ruin him.

It should have scared Jeongguk but the idea of being ruined only ignites a fire within him, he cranes his neck and gives Taehyung little kisses. Short lived, quick. Whining when Taehyung doesn't lean down to kiss him more but there is a teasing smile on his husband's lips that Jeongguk tries to kiss away.

“Jeongguk-ah,” Taehyung draws out sweetly, dodging when Jeongguk tries to kiss him again, “you are so cute. If you wanted me you could have just asked.”

Jeongguk puffs up his cheeks, this really hits his pride. “No, you want me.” He huffs. “You keep staring at me. I found you looking at my chest and behind more than you look into my eyes.” 

“I never said I didn't want you, baby.” Taehyung husks, he finds Jeongguk so utterly adorable with his cheeks flaming red and those beady eyes wide staring up at him. “But I didn't pull stunts like you did.”

“I— huh?” Jeongguk finally manages to tug off his wrists out of Taehyung's hold and push the older off him until he could sit up. He barely cares about how the shirt slips off his shoulder or the way his hair must be looking wild. It's about his pride. “I did not pull any stunts!” He argues even though he knows he did execute three plans.

But they weren't stunts as Taehyung terms them. What's so bad with wanting his husband's attention?

Taehyung bites his tongue, he eyes Jeongguk's crotch before he looks back into his husband's eyes. “Cute undies you've got there.” He snickers.

“Hyung!” Jeongguk gasps as he pulls the shirt over his panties. His face burns. “Do not try to change the topic.”

“What topic?” Taehyung raises his eyebrows as he raises up on his knees to hover over Jeongguk's again, at this angle he could get a good view of Jeongguk's tits, the round of it that droops down. “All I remember is us kissing moments ago.”

Jeongguk gulps, his nerves spike and he just rolls off the bed and runs towards the bathroom only to be caught and pulled back, with his back against Taehyung's chest. 

“Lemme go.” He whines, he even tries to jump to get away from Taehyung's hold but it's all futile. 

Taehyung laughs. “Where is my little naughty bunny running off to, hmm?” He leans down and blows air into Jeongguk's ear, having the younger squirm against him. “Why do you wanna run away from me? Do I scare you, Jeongguk-ah?”

“You— you pervert!” Jeongguk kicks his legs in the air. He really wants to hide away because all the embarrassment that's filling up to the brim is making it harder not to drown himself in the kitchen sink.

How would that work? Jeongguk will make it work. 

Taehyung is really so strong, it makes Jeongguk warm all over, especially between his legs. He looks over his shoulder to glare at Taehyung only for the older to smack a wet kiss against his cheek. 

Jeongguk flinches when Taehyung's phone goes off, he looks at Taehyung who frowns looking at the wall clock.

“Fuck, the meeting.” Taehyung pulls in a breath through his teeth. All at once he lets Jeongguk go and reaches out for his phone. 

With a loud exhale Jeongguk stares at Taehyung who replies to the caller, his eyes pointedly stuck at Jeongguk. He just runs into the bathroom. Once inside he locks the door and leans back against it, with his hands pressed to his chest.

“Oh my God…” he whispers, his hands coming to his face and he feels how hot his face is, “oh my God.” He bites down his lip, hard.

_____________

Taehyung is still in a meeting through his laptop with his diary in hand as Jeongguk walks out of the bathroom after showering and dressed in the clothes he had to dig out from the washing machine dryer. They were a bit damp on his skin but he had to make it work. When his husband glances at him he flinches running right outside of the room closing the door with a bang that was louder than intended.

Why was Jeongguk running away? He really doesn't know but his nerves are jittery. There is this feeling curling inside his chest which makes him all anxious of what is about to happen.

He can't escape Taehyung for too long and when Taehyung catches him next he knows his husband wouldn't let him go.

No way in heaven is Jeongguk ever going to confess the plans he executed just to have Taehyung's attention and he knows that is the very first thing Taehyung would demand from him.

Maybe it's not nervousness but excitement of what's about to come. 

He needs a distraction. Dinner, yes, he needs to make dinner.

Before he could even take the veggies out of the fridge the sound of their door opening has Jeongguk dropping the cabbage and standing up looking back at his husband with his eyes wide and alarmed.

“So where were we, Jeongguk-ie?” Taehyung laughs as he folds the sleeve of his shirt up to his elbow. “You have something to tell me don't you?”

Jeongguk just gulps, shaking his head as he walks back when Taehyung starts to prowl towards him. His heart has kick started to beat at an entirely different pace that leaves him all eager.

What is Taehyung going to do to him? 

Taehyung smiles as he crowds the younger between the fridge and the wall, nowhere to run now. This sweet little doll is all in his mercy and he loves that thought of it.

The things he could do. The things he wants to do. 

Poor, little Jeongguk has tormented him enough.

Jeongguk smells so good, his floral body wash wafts off him and Taehyung snakes his arm around his husband's lithe waist pulling him closer and dipping his head in the neck just to inhale a deep breath. The cute gasp that Jeongguk let's out goes straight to Taehyung's dick.

“While I'm asking nicely…” Taehyung murmurs, placing a kiss under Jeongguk's ear, “tell me about your stunts.”

“I didn't.” Jeongguk whines, fists pushing against Taehyung's shoulder with no real force. He is hot all over Taehyung's cologne is getting all to him yet again. The spice, the musk, the tobacco it's all making his mind spin.

“You told me you did and my husband doesn't lie to me.” Taehyung then gently scrapes his teeth against Jeongguk's earlobe, nibbling on it. “Should I start guessing?”

Jeongguk bites down his lip, staring at the cabbage that is left abandoned on the floor. He really is bothered by the germs but more than that he is bothered by Taehyung's warm mouth and the heat between his legs.

“Was it one of your stunts when you accidentally left those lacey blue underwear on top of the washing machine before I was about to shower? Was that to tempt me?” 

When on Earth had Jeongguk done that?

“No! I didn't— I swear, I really didn't.” 

“Hmm…” Taehyung leans away and raises his eyebrow, “what about the time when you walked out of the bathroom butt-naked and dressed up between the open doors of the cupboard when you knew I wasn't actually asleep?” 

When the fuck had Jeongguk done that too? 

Jeongguk shakes his head. “No! No. I— when was this?”

“Some three months ago.” Taehyung tongues his inner cheek. “One of your stunts has to be when you wore that sheer sweater of yours.”

Now that Jeongguk has done so he doesn't even dare to deny it. He just drops his head between his shoulders, closing his eyes tight shut. He is so done.

When he feels one finger press against his chin making him look up he still doesn't open his eyes.

“Why would you do that?” Taehyung asks. “You could have just asked, darling. I swear all this time I have been waiting for you to ask.”

Jeongguk blinks his eyes open. “Why am I supposed to ask?” Irritation curls around his mind like a hot wire that makes him grit his teeth. Maybe it's just pure embarrassment disguised as irritation. Whatever it may be, how dare Taehyung say this to him. “Are you listening to yourself? What do you mean by ask? You are supposed to ask me not the other way around. I'm not desperate.” 

That makes Taehyung snort. “It's okay if you are, you know?” 

“No, I'm not!” Jeongguk actually uses force and pushes Taehyung away. “I don't want your stupid little dick at all!” Maybe he said too much but now he can't take it back so he just shoulders past the older with a petty huff.

Then he is being grabbed again and not by his waist but his cunt, Taehyung literally just cups him down there pulling him back and Jeongguk clamps his thighs around the wrist holding his husband's wrist with both of his hands and gasping when Taehyung's fingers only dig in harder.

Taehyung's hand was one problem. The other problem was the way Taehyung had pressed his hip against his ass so he could feel the phantom of his shaft. It's soft but Jeongguk bends into half to avoid the pressure around his pussy only to feel the lump of the cock sheltering between the valley of his asscheeks.

“Hah, hyung!” Jeongguk raises up on his tiptoes but it really doesn't help him, he could feel himself getting wet because it's so Goddamn warm and the press of Taehyung's fingers feel so good. 

“Tell me, Jeongguk-ah…” Taehyung leans down to, his other hand resting over Jeongguk's stomach, “do you really not want this?”

Jeongguk exhales a shaky breath. “Hy-hyung.” He clenches his thighs. The press of fingers feels so tempting that he almost gives in. 

Pride, Jeongguk whimpers, he has to have some pride. He can't just bend to Taehyung's whims.

“Just tell me once, darling, you don't want this and I'll get my hands off you.” Taehyung says, his voice deep and serious. 

Jeongguk just twists his torso and kisses Taehyung and his husband's hands immediately fall from his body so that he could fully turn, press himself against Taehyung and kiss him like the older deserves to be kissed.

It makes him gasp when Taehyung picks him up by his thighs and it shocks him when he is slammed against the wall but Taehyung doesn't stop kissing him.

Everything, everywhere is so hot that Jeongguk feels himself sweating. He tightens his legs around Taehyung's waist and holds his broad shoulders for his dear life and he kisses Taehyung with all that he has.

“Jeongguk, fuck,” Taehyung presses his forehead against Jeongguk's, his hand reaches to claw over the sweatshirt Jeongguk is wearing, “you are fucking going to kill me.”

Jeongguk only whimpers and lets Taehyung tug off the sweatshirt. Underneath he is bare and can't only feel the burn lick his cunt as Taehyung stares. With one hand strongly holding him up the older's other hand presses down his stomach first, gliding up before softly cupping his chest.

It looks so small in Taehyung's big hand, Jeongguk's toes curl as Taehyung squeezes, before he runs the back of his hand over it.

“So beautiful…” Taehyung murmurs, before his hand is over the tit again, all of it getting hidden by his palm and when he squeezes the flesh spills through the gap of his fingers, “so soft.”

“It's small…” Jeongguk digs his nails in Taehyung's shoulder as his husband continues to play with his breast. 

Taehyung looks up at Jeongguk. “It's beautiful anyways.” He smiles at Jeongguk. There is a pause and his smile changes, eyes fill with mirth. “As long as I can hold it…” he gives a good strong squeeze that makes Jeongguk moan over how it hurts a little, “the size really doesn't matter.”

Jeongguk just grabs Taehyung by his jaw and kisses him, he moans in the kiss parting his mouth so he could let Taehyung's tongue slither in. It's so much spit and it's so sloppy. 

“Let's get you to bed.” Taehyung starts to walk towards their room. “Kisses ain't gonna make it up to me.”

“Now?” Jeongguk asks, glancing at the clock, it's just 5:15 in the evening. 

Taehyung wants to do it now? 

“What do you mean by now?” Taehyung let's Jeongguk fall on the bed, watches him bounce— his tits bounce so deliciously that Taehyung just stares at those pretty little things— and loses his balance before the younger sits up, one hand covering over his nipples. “What's wrong with now?”

Jeongguk looks out of their open curtains, the daylight is filtering inside, when a bike zooms past he squeaks and pulls the duvets up his chest. Eyes wide as he looks at Taehyung.

“Close the curtains! What if someone sees?” 

“See what?”

“Hyung.” Jeongguk glares at his husband and it seems enough of a threat.

Taehyung laughs with his head thrown back but he doesn't close the curtains and the light still filters in through the fabric. “So now the curtains are closed. What now, my pretty Jeongguk-ie?”

“I don't know…” Jeongguk lets the comforter fall from his chest, Taehyung has seen and touched it anyways what's even there to hide. “In my past relationship I never went this far.” He hooks his thumb over the waistband of his pants and tugs it off. Slowly as Taehyung's eyes follow, once it reaches his ankles he sits there just in his grey panties pushing the pants off the bed. “But I want to… with you.”

To see Jeongguk like this, almost naked on their bed, has been one of the fantasies Taehyung has entertained when he only had his right hand for pleasure. 

For a while he just basks in the sight of his beautiful husband, sitting bare with legs tucked in. The amount of faith Jeongguk must have in him. The comfort he must feel to sit in front of him and not get the urge to cover himself.

“So do I.” Taehyung sighs. “I want it too. You really don't know how long I have wanted you.” 

The sound of Taehyung unbuckling his belt makes Jeongguk shiver. He stares up at Taehyung as he pulls the belt out of the loops letting it fall on the floor with a resounding thud that yet again makes Jeongguk's nerves jump. 

Taehyung doesn't take it off, he just climbs on the bed, still dressed and Jeongguk feels the urge to cover himself. It makes him so shy to be the only one who is shameless here, being naked while his husband glides his eyes all over him.

When Taehyung grabs his ankle Jeongguk whimpers but parts his legs, leaning back until his back lays on the bed looking up at Taehyung.

“Don't look at me with those eyes.” Taehyung rasps. “Filled with so much innocence, for what?”

Jeongguk doesn't really know what to say he just looks away, shivering when Taehyung kisses down his neck and when the older's thumb hooks at his panty he lifts his hips up letting Taehyung slide it off him.

“Gorgeous,” Taehyung says back of his knuckles caressing Jeongguk's inner thigh, “God, you are fucking made for sex.”

What kind of praise is even that? Why does it have Jeongguk spreading his legs wide open so Taehyung can say more of the things like that?

“Hyu-hyung?” Jeongguk reaches out to wrap his fingers around Taehyung's wrist as Taehyung leans down, his warm breath fanning right over his twitching clit. 

“Yes, pretty?” Taehyung says blowing air at the reddened cunt, it's such a pretty flower, leaking so wet, the coat of shine has Taehyung salivating. 

Before Jeongguk could even say something, he arches up feeling Taehyung lick right over his clit. A hot spark shoots right up his spine and Jeongguk whimpers, hands flying to hold Taehyung's head, fingers buried in his thick curls.

He did not know this was going to feel this good.

Jeongguk tastes so raw that Taehyung hums. Good, so fucking good that his cock jumps in his pants. He grabs Jeongguk's hips and pulls him closer, pressing his nose against the cunt that throbs under his mouth as he sucks on the clit hearing a wail from Jeongguk.

When the tongue slithers in, Jeongguk feels his stomach get hot, there is a certain pressure he feels in his navel as his whole body quivers. If Jeongguk gets used to this he will never have enough of it, he'll always want it. Taehyung must have done this, he is so skilled, his tongue moves precisely in a pattern, circling around his clit before diving into his hole and Jeongguk's head just swims into a daze.

He wants to be fucked so bad.

“I'd love to keep eating you out—” Taehyung has to pause because Jeongguk whines high in his throat, “sweetheart, I am a little desperate too, yeah?” He pushes in two fingers at once burying them to his knuckles seeing Jeongguk breath heavily as he curves them in searching for a purpose.

Then Jeongguk jerks up, pushing his hips down. “There, please… oh God.” He breathes through his mouth because there is so much air in his lungs. He looks down at Taehyung who is busy kissing up his stomach. Wet, hot open mouthed kisses that leave back saliva glistening on his skin.

Everything is so warm, Taehyung looks at him with those sharp eyes of his when make Jeongguk's whole being convulse before he sucks in his areola in his mouth simultaneously adding a third finger in.

It's too much as the pressure Jeongguk feels in his navel heightens, it's so akin to the sensation of when he needs a pee that it scares him that he is actually going to. He knows it's not really pee, it's the slick that's gushing out of him and it's so much. Whenever Taehyung thrusts his fingers in and out it makes that wet squelchy sound. 

They have barely done anything for Jeongguk to orgasm this soon, maybe he has just been too excited because he has been leaking while he was showering also when he was in the kitchen. 

God, Taehyung is right, he is so desperate but he really wants to cum with Taehyung's dick in him and the elder is playing too much.

Taehyung seems to be too distracted with his tits, sucking, squeezing and playing around. It feels so good but Jeongguk wants so much more. 

“Tae— oh,” he can't even form sentences with Taehyung just fiddling around with his body, “Taehyungie hyungie— please.” He moans and he sounds debauched to his own ears. He further feels embarrassment creep under his skin when Taehyung chuckles against the soft flesh of his tit, where he has left a deep violet mark behind. 

Taehyung kisses his way up to Jeongguk's mouth. “Give me your hand…” It's really cute how Jeongguk obediently gives Taehyung his hand. He leads the hand to his aching hard cock, having Jeongguk cup him over the fabric and he ruts against the small hand of his. “Undress me, darling.” He places a wet kiss against Jeongguk's cheek before sitting up, pulling his fingers out from the throbbing warm, wetness. 

They have barely done anything yet Jeongguk can't find strength in his legs. He breathes as he whimpers, sitting up there with such a cocky smirk on Taehyung's lips. He wonders where his respectful, kind husband had gone, all he is left now with is a menace. 

“While you're at it,” Taehyung watches as Jeongguk's quivering fingers unbutton the rest of his shirt, “let me guess some more of your stunts.”

Jeongguk is going to cry. He refuses to look up at Taehyung just focusing on unbuttoning the last button and pushing Taehyung's shirt off his shoulder. He leaks some more looking at Taehyung's body, his hand twitches as he flattens his hand on the well defined pecs, slithering down to his stomach where there is a light outline of his abs and he whimpers because Taehyung is so big. He could throw Jeongguk around and Jeongguk wouldn't be able to do anything about it but just take it like a good little husband.

He remembers the one time Jimin had said sometimes he is just a hole for his husband Yoongi and Jeongguk now relates with him.

Taehyung is just so hot.

“I can recollect this one time we went out for grocery shopping and you had forgotten to button up your shirt all the way.” Taehyung hums watching Jeongguk's hands freeze over the button of his trousers for a moment before he undoes them. “Was that one of your stunts too, my angel?”

Jeongguk just nods. “I wanted you to look.” He agrees and he really doesn't know how his voice even finds him. So damn, embarrassing.

“Oh, baby, don't worry I was looking.” Taehyung laughs. “Another stunt definitely must be when you wore that very loose neckline top and you had to constantly adjust it to cover your cleavage or bra strap?”

“No-not that.” Jeongguk looks up at Taehyung. “Maybe you're just a pervert, I don't do everything for your attention… only sometimes be-because you wouldn't just have sex with me!” He huffs. “I was tired of waiting an-and I was so tired of pleasuring myself all alone!” This is right. Yes, he will blame it all on Taehyung so they share the embarrassment now.

But Taehyung doesn't look embarrassed. Not even the slightest bit.

“Yeah?” Taehyung says as he takes it in his hand to unzip and push his pants along with his briefs down his hips as he leans over Jeongguk. It's sexy how Jeongguk loses his balance and falls back on the bed, his hair beautifully splaying around his head. “What did you think about my dearest husband?”

Well, shit.

Jeongguk gulps, he glances down at Taehyung's cock and Lord forgive him it's not small. That thing is definitely going to hurt and definitely going to make him bleed just a little— it's his first time for God's sake and that dick is not small. He inhales a deep breath and looks back into Taehyung's eyes and he honestly thinks he is going to cry.

Taehyung gives him a look of pity but his words really don't match his face. “As you said it's little. So don't worry, baby.” He leans down to kiss Jeongguk cheek and the younger stupidly flinches, whimpering as his trembling fingers find home on Taehyung's shoulders just so he could at least have something to hold on. “Come on tell me, I'll make all your fantasies come true.”

“It— it was just really a-about sex, I promise.” Jeongguk mumbles. “I just wanted you like in bed, nothing nasty.”

“But, Jeongguk-ah, sex is nasty don't you think so?” Taehyung reaches out to the drawer where he had exactly placed the box of protection and he drops it on Jeongguk's chest. 

“B-but it's making love.” Jeongguk pouts as he takes a hold of the box picking the plastic wrapping around the box.

Jeongguk is so fucking cute.

“Be a darling and take one out for me…” Taehyung says as he goes down kissing over his right tit while his fingers return back into the warmth of his husband's cunt, slipping two in easily before he scissors him a bit before slipping in the third one, “as you can see I'm kinda busy.”

Why does Taehyung keep making Jeongguk work? Because for the love of God Jeongguk cannot focus as he fiddles with the plastic layer on the box, his nails are too short and he jolts when Taehyung pinches his nipple between his teeth.

At this point Jeongguk just considers crying his way out but then he can finally catch the small bulk of plastic and he pulls on it just enough so he could open the box and take out the strip of about five condoms tearing one separate and holding it towards Taehyung with a trembling hand.

“Good boy.” Taehyung huffs through his teeth, it sounds like a mocking laugh. He tears the plastic pinching the top as he rolls it over his cock stroking himself once, groaning at the little relief he found.

There is one question bothering Jeongguk: he looks at Taehyung and how expertly he had known that he should pinch rubber before rolling it on so the words just fall through his mouth.

“You have done this before.” He means to say it as a question but it doesn't come out sounding like one.

Taehyung has a slight furrow between his eyebrows, as he grabs Jeongguk thigh and adjusts himself. “No.” 

“Oh.” Jeongguk gulps. “You know though.”

“I've watched enough of porn… yeah I've gotten a head here and there but I haven't had sex with anyone.” Taehyung shrugs as he grabs a pillow and pushes it under Jeongguk's hips to give him a correct angle.

“Why?” 

“Just didn't feel right.” 

Jeongguk hums. It makes him giddy to know he'll be the only one who would never be able to have and see Taehyung like this. His chest heaving as he watches between where their bodies are going to finally connect. They are going to be one, finally, in the truest sense they are going to be husbands.

But Taehyung pauses and looks up at Jeongguk, his eyes are tender and Jeongguk melts against the sheets a bit. 

“Hyung,” he calls out, reaching his one hand out and Taehyung his holding his head, hovering over him pushing his hand above his head and Jeongguk's other hand raises too so Taehyung then holds both of his wrist and he feels heat settle in his navel, “take me.” He whispers.

Taehyung kisses him and he eagerly tries to get his tongue through Taehyung's mouth. A pause because he feels something prod his hole. His husband leans away from him just to stare down at him and Jeongguk tries his best to focus on the furrow between Taehyung's brows as he feels the cock enter him inch by inch.

He gasps because he feels too full, he whines trying to shift his hips away because a bolt of pain shoots from his pelvis up to his tailbone.

“Hurts?” Taehyung asks, voice soft. “Is it too much?”

Jeongguk just breathes in deeply. “Yo-you are all in, right?” He gasps out. “Just give me a minute.”

It's a pitiful smile that Taehyung gives him. “There is still some of me left but it's okay.” Taehyung says and Jeongguk widens his eyes as he starts to pull back. “It's hurting you Jeongguk. I think, I haven't prepared you enough.”

“No— no.” Jeongguk squirms, pushing his hips down and the flash of pain again makes him arch up. His pussy throbs with the ache but it's so warm too. So good but it hurts. He'll take it though, he'll take the hurt and he knows it is going to feel better eventually. “Keep going, I promise it's not that bad.”

“I can see it on your face—”

“Can you for once just do what I'm telling you to?” 

Jeongguk hadn't meant to explode on Taehyung like that but he couldn't help himself but glare at the man. 

He wants this. He has waited for it bad enough and he will not allow Taehyung to take it away from him.

Taehyung stares at him for a long moment and Jeongguk feels dread settle deep in his chest. He really doesn't want to stop.

“I'll make it quick then.” Taehyung huffs out. “Relax. Brace yourself.”

But Taehyung doesn't give him a moment to brace himself so Jeongguk feels it all slide into him at once and it hurts enough to him for letting out a loud cry. 

His pussy hurts and he sniffles, turning his head to press it against his arm, nails digging in his palms. It does hurt but he feels so full. It's an imbalance even he doesn't understand but as much as it hurts the fullness inside him causes him to feel his cunt warmly throb. He feels himself adjust hears Taehyung say something he doesn't quite register because it's all white noise to him due to how his ears are ringing in his head.

“God,” Taehyung grunts right next to his ear and Jeongguk pathetically moans, “you are so fucking tight.”

Jeongguk could only whimper. “Full…” he gasps, “so full.”

Taehyung looks at Jeongguk how the pretty boy has completely gone pliant. His eyes are glassy and lost. Gone was his darling who just snapped at him for trying to put a stop to everything. 

He is glad Jeongguk told him to just stop being a pussy in the kindest way he could because nothing has ever felt as good as having Jeongguk all wrapped around him.

There is heat between their bodies but the heat wrapped around his dick is comforting. He wishes he didn't have to use the condom— his fingers know how wet and slippery Jeongguk is inside but through the condom he can only feel the warmth.

“Hy-hyung…” Jeongguk gasps, “move?”

Sly little doll. All the innocence in those big puppy eyes still is taking half of the initiatives in this dirty act of sex.

“Sure, my doll.” Taehyung loses his hold on Jeongguk's wrist, settling it beside his head as he starts to rock in slow motions.

He has not done it before and no amount of porn watched is going to help him. So he has to gain experience to actually learn what makes Jeongguk feel good. It will take him time to know Jeongguk's body, know his wishes and how to make him fall apart. 

He tries everything.

Shallow, fast thrusts make Jeongguk gasp and call out his name. He shifts his pace to deep, slow ones that have Jeongguk whimpering and clutching the sheets. The deep, fast ones have Jeongguk getting louder and his thighs shaking but Taehyung knows it's too rough to keep up this finesse during his husband's first time and slow, shallow ones make Jeongguk impatient enough to move his hips back into his dick.

Jeongguk seems more disoriented by Taehyung's suddenly hot and cold. His body twitches and he makes confused sounds because Taehyung keeps changing rhythms. 

A rhythm. Taehyung needs a perfect rhythm that would give Jeongguk exactly what would make him feel above the clouds.

He builds one rhythm where he goes deep but not fast enough. He grabs Jeongguk's thigh and wraps it around his hip to search for an angle but then Jeongguk is wailing, his hands flying to his shoulders and nails digging in.

“Hyung! Hyung, there! Something— ah, just there, please, ag-again, mmmfh, please.” Jeongguk gasps and looks at Taehyung with those big teary eyes of his. They are shining so much and it's so cute that Jeongguk's nose has turned red. “Please, hyungie.”

“Oh, my love.” Taehyung finds himself being punched in the gut with how weak he feels. He leans down to kiss Jeongguk slowing his hips down but his sly doll just complains about it. “You don't need to beg.”

“Uh?” Jeongguk makes a confused sound. “No— not begging… it just feels so good.” He says. “Full.” He pouts. “I— I feel like we should do this everyday… all the time. Jus’ you and me. Everyday.” He giggles, high on all the dopamine that must be pulsing throughout his system.

Taehyung's face burns, he feels his dick twitch inside and even when he knows Jeongguk is being silly— wait, is he? Taehyung doubts because the way Jeongguk's eyes twinkle makes him doubt if his husband is actually being silly.

It makes him laugh. “No, baby we can't do it everyday.”

“Why?” Jeongguk whines. “Don't you feel good?” He looks at Taehyung with those eyes off his, the red pout of his and the older loses all the battles. “Am I not making you feel good?”

“You are.” The words punch out of Taehyung's system. “You are making me feel very good, Ggukie.”

Jeongguk turns shy. “So,” he mumbles, “can we do this everyday?”

“All the time.” Taehyung chuckles as he picks up his pace. “We can do this all time if you want.”

Jeongguk says something but Taehyung doesn't listen, he catches up his rhythm and the younger loses his words too only whining and calling out for Taehyung.

It really doesn't surprise him when Jeongguk cums first he had caught on all the signs. It rather makes him proud. He seems to have done well with all the foreplay.

But once the goal he had achieved was a success, he wants to feel good too. An orgasm has been burning in the pit of his navel desperate to leave his system.

He loses his rhythm then, he goes fast and shallow, he hears Jeongguk cry out as he holds down his husband's trembling body. Jeongguk's body is vibrating against him and Taehyung really doesn't know if it's a good or bad sign.

Jeongguk feels his head swim, he is sensitive from his orgasm and Taehyung keeps hitting places that make all of his nerves jump and heat shoot up his spine, time and time again but then everything just pauses for a moment. He feels Taehyung is still against him and there is something happening because it's warmer than before inside him. His own vision is dancing with flashes of lights that suddenly look too bright to him. 

He holds Taehyung's close to his chest, it's a question if he is doing it to comfort himself or Taehyung but he knows it's working both ways.

In this moment he is thanking all the Gods he can think of because thank God Taehyung is his husband. Everything with Taehyung is magical, even something as dirty as sex feels like a spiritual awakening, makes Jeongguk feel like he is a brand new person.

“Okay?” Taehyung murmurs as his hand slowly caresses Jeongguk's still vibrating thigh. “Are you okay, Gguk-ah? Your heart is still racing so fast.” He says, groggy nosing against Jeongguk tit.

“I'm fine.” Jeongguk mumbles, he has an urge to not look at Taehyung because of what they have done. They are covered in his cum and when he feels Taehyung slip out of him he barely keeps in the whine.

Is that really all?  

He wants to have Taehyung closer to him just for a while more, he wants to reach out to his husband but then he just fists the sheets. Maybe it's all awkward now, how is he ever going to face Taehyung after all this they have done.

When he hears water running in the bathroom he attempts to sit up, only to feel a jolt of pain in his lower body. He whimpers, pulling onto the duvets to cover up to his chest as Taehyung walks in with a towel around his waist now.

There is a heavy flush on the apples of Taehyung's cheeks, his hair all messed up and Jeongguk reaches out to pat his own hair down, insecure over the less than pleasant sight he must be.

“Baby…” Taehyung sits on the edge of the bed, reaching to cup Jeongguk's cheek, “I'm preparing a bath for us, hmm?”

Jeongguk just nods, still too shy to look into Taehyung's eyes. He glances out of the window where the sun has already set, once looking at the wall clock tells him that it's past seven in the evening.

God, he hasn't even prepared for dinner yet.

“What are you thinking about, pretty thing?” Taehyung's voice is so soft, his hand is so warm where he holds Jeongguk's face.

“I—” Jeongguk flushes, he feels his pussy still throb, “dinner… I haven't prepared anything.”

Taehyung smiles. “Rest for today. I'll order take out.” 

There is so much Taehyung wants to say, so much he regrets not saying. He should be praising Jeongguk for how well he had taken him in the bed but it's already too late for it. Jeongguk is glowing now— the sex afterglow. His cheeks and nose are pink, lips swollen and eyes so shy that those beady eyes refuse to even meet his own.

Jeongguk only nods, he clutches the duvet to his chest looking down only at his legs. It makes Taehyung lean so he could be in Jeongguk's line of vision, he leans forward and kisses Jeongguk. Slow and languid which has Jeongguk easily opening up to him. He licks his tongue inside Jeongguk's mouth, finding the taste of him addictive.

“You are the best thing that's ever happened to me.” Taehyung rasps against the younger's lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Jeongguk's voice isn't above a whisper but Taehyung feels it like something is wrapping around his heart. “I love you so much.”

Taehyung is glad it's Jeongguk his parents chose for him because God knew he'd be nothing without this pretty eyed human.

“I think the bath is ready…” He says, “let's go?”

Jeongguk nods, his words don't just find him. He tries to get off the bed but his husband picks him up, all naked and Jeongguk presses his torso completely against Taehyung's. Shivering at the skin on skin contact.

It makes Taehyung laugh. “Hah, always so shy.”

When he glances back at the mess of bedding, there is a red spot his gaze catches. It should really be considered sinister how it makes him proud, he smirks looking down at the doll in his arms, all cute and shy.

There is no stopping to anything anymore, Jeongguk is now all his more than ever.