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During all his life, Taehyung has considered himself to be someone who’s too far laid back to ever hate anyone. Hate has such an ugly connotation and implies the darkest and most furious feelings are being harbored for another person. Taehyung dislikes people, of course he does, but hate requires a level of commitment and investment that he doesn’t see himself having for someone that he doesn’t like. After all, spending time on the people he dislikes is a waste, isn’t it? So Taehyung has never been one to hate people, honestly.
That is, until he met Jeon Jeongguk.
“I fucking hate you,” Taehyung hisses, legs tightening around Jeongguk’s waist.
The two of them have... a complicated relationship, to say the least. It’s been this way ever since they met a year ago, and despite all the time they’ve spent working together in the office since then, they still can’t stand each other. Or at least, Taehyung can’t stand Jeongguk. He’s a conceited and arrogant asshole, probably prompted by the fact that when he gets to work, he outdoes himself every time. He’s a rookie at the job, yet he’s still there five days a week getting everything done perfectly, and always on time. Always adding bonuses that no one asked for, ones that have their bosses delighted with him.
And then there’s that smirk. The one where the corners of his mouth tilt up, eyebrow rising along with it. It’s not like the toothy grin that comes out whenever Seokjin hyung makes him laugh during a coffee break, no; this one is different. This one seems to be reserved for Taehyung, who clenches his jaw and fists every time he sees it. He promised himself the first time he saw it, when his boss joked around about how Taehyung was much clumsier as a rookie than Jeongguk, that he would wipe it away.
Ever since, Taehyung has seen it a lot, because Jeongguk is a conceited and arrogant asshole. He’s not sure whether he’s managed to wipe the smug smirk from Jeongguk’s face, but he’s for sure kissed it.
And... well, that’s where the complexity of it all begins. Because Taehyung hates Jeongguk. Most days it almost feels like Jeongguk is a nightmare brought into his life, his sole purpose being to torment Taehyung. But he’s also stupidly attractive, and after they ended up making out for some stupid reason Taehyung can’t remember one night, the two of them have found themselves unable to stop. Taehyung has lost count of how many times he’s told himself he wouldn’t let it happen again—after getting Jeongguk’s hands on him, his lips on his neck. And yet, it still happens again and again.
Maybe it’s because Jeongguk riles him up like no one else does, maybe it’s because Taehyung’s a bit of a masochist at heart. But the troubling thing is, time after time, Taehyung finds himself coming back to Jeongguk for more. Time after time, he walks past his desk when his break starts, giving Jeongguk a pointed look as he heads towards the staff room. Time after time, before getting to said room, he sneaks into the janitor’s closet to the right, where he knows no one will come at this time of the day. And time after time, merely a couple of minutes after Taehyung sneaks into the room, Jeongguk stumbles in as well.
And that’s where they are right now, with Jeongguk hitching Taehyung up by wrapping his hands firmly around the back of his thighs. Taehyung is sure that he would be able to hold himself up in this position even without Jeongguk’s help, just with how tight his legs are wrapped around Jeongguk’s waist and the way his arms curl around his neck. They kiss over and over again, Taehyung devouring Jeongguk’s mouth frantically. They don’t have much time, and so things always end up rushed like this.
Jeongguk laughs after listening to Taehyung’s words, seemingly amused. Taehyung’s obvious disdain for him has always seemed to divert him for some reason Taehyung can’t understand. There is something so terribly irritating about Jeongguk, but it’s always amplified by the fact that his feelings of hatred for him are unrequited. Why isn’t Jeongguk as bothered by his presence as he is by Jeongguk’s? One-sided love sucks, Taehyung is sure despite not having experienced it himself, but one-sided hate has to be just as bad. It’s so stupidly frustrating.
“I did bring everything,” Jeongguk replies then, finally responding to Taehyung’s question from before. One of his hands leaves Taehyung’s thigh to move to the pocket of his dress pants, and so Taehyung takes that as his cue to tighten his hold around Jeongguk’s middle, even if he needn’t have. “I should put you down on your feet for this, though.”
Taehyung knows Jeongguk is right, even if he’s honest when he says he’s a little disappointed about having to be back on his feet. Jeongguk is an asshole, yeah, but he’s an asshole with nice arms that feel especially good wrapped around Taehyung when Jeongguk holds him up like this. He doesn’t protest as he gets back to the floor, turning around immediately.
Taehyung places his palms on the wall in front of him, looking over his shoulder at Jeongguk. He feels a pang in his lower stomach as he looks at him—black hair out of the carefully styled part he was sporting this morning, now falling slightly over his forehead; lips a bit swollen, a bit red, all thanks to Taehyung. His eyebrows furrow a bit as he fumbles with the packet he took from his pocket before.
“What’s the matter?” Taehyung asks, unable to see much.
“I can’t get it open,” Jeonggum mumbles, voice low. He huffs. “What do they make these things out of?”
It’s certainly not the first time they’ve had sex, but it is the first time they’re having sex in the office. Up until now, their breaks have been filled with heavy makeout sessions, but they’ve never taken this step until now. It was Taehyung who had suggested it just yesterday, even if it was a slip of the tongue. I wish you could fuck me right here, he had breathed into Jeongguk’s mouth, halfway between a sigh and a moan. Jeongguk liked the suggestion, and so he promised that the following day he would bring everything needed with him to work.
Apparently, the individual size packet of lube that he brought isn’t cooperating with him, though. Taehyung, who’s impatient and knows they don’t have much time to spare, sighs and reaches back with one of his hands, snatching the small wrapper from Jeongguk’s hands as he says, “Give me that.”
"Fine. Let’s see if you’re any better at opening it," Jeongguk tells him, earning himself an eye roll from Taehyung.
"Cherry?" Taehyung asks, looking down at the yellow-colored wrapper. There’s a drawing of a couple of cherries on the front, as well as the words cherry lube written in big, tacky letters that look straight from the 60s. Taehyung lets out a soft scoff.
“It’s the only individual ones they had,” Jeongguk protests, Taehyung snorting a little. “Stop laughing and get it open! You’re not doing much better than me.”
Taehyung clicks his tongue, taking the packet to his mouth and ripping it open with his teeth. He gives Jeongguk a pointed look, Jeongguk looking away as he takes the now-open packet from him. “You’re welcome,” Taehyung says, smug with himself.
“Shut up and pull your pants down,” Jeongguk instructs in a grumble.
Taehyung usually doesn’t like to listen to Jeongguk and his commands, finding himself being unusually rebellious in regards to him. He does this time around, however, because getting rid of his clothes right now is in his best interests. He wastes no time and undoes his slacks, pulling both them and his underwear down to his ankles. He turns around and gives Jeongguk a look, seeing him coating his fingers with the lube.
Their previous make out session had some effect on Taehyung, but he’s not fully hard yet. He takes one of his large hands down to his cock and wraps his fist around it, pumping it in slow motions with the soft squelch of the lube as background music. There is something hot about knowing that Jeongguk is preparing himself for fingering him. Jeongguk has hot hands—they’re big, even if not as much as Taehyung’s, his fingers long and especially wide at the knuckles in a way that makes Taehyung’s legs feel a bit weak.
He’s craning his neck, one palm still pressed against the wall as he jerks himself off with the other. His eyes are on Jeongguk, on the way his lower lip is caught between his teeth. It’s not too long before he’s finished coating his fingers, eyes flickering down and finally meeting Taehyung’s. When he sees Taehyung staring, Jeongguk gives him a conceited smile.
Fuck him.
“Like what you see?” he asks confidently, surely not missing the way Taehyung’s arm moves as he strokes himself, bringing himself to full hardness.
“Just finger me, Jeon,” Taehyung says, completely ignoring Jeongguk’s words.
Just like how Taehyung doesn’t do too well when it comes to listening to Jeongguk, Jeongguk isn’t one to obey Taehyung’s orders often, either. Surprisingly enough, though, he does now, bringing the pad of his middle finger to Taehyung’s entrance. Taehyung can feel the rest of his slick fingers rub against the skin of his ass, especially in between his cheeks. He lets out a soft gasp, throwing his head back. Just the thought of what’s to come is enough to rile him up.
Jeongguk slowly pushes one finger in. Once he’s completely inside, he wastes no time before he starts thrusting his digit in and out of Taehyung, the drag delicious against Taehyung’s walls. He swallows down thickly when Jeongguk adds another finger, the burn of the stretch increasing now. It’s not unpleasant, though—Taehyung loves it. He loves the feeling of being stretched out like this, of feeling full.
So it’s not long before Taehyung is asking Jeongguk to add another one, Jeongguk’s hand moving to the front of his body and replacing his own. Taehyung lets himself get lost in the feeling of fingers pounding inside of him, a hand pumping his cock and jerking him off in fast motions. His hands are against the wall too, cheek resting against it as he swallows down every moan that threatens to spill past his lips. The last thing they need is to be caught like this, having sex in the middle of their workplace. Not only would it be extremely mortifying, but it would also cost them both their jobs.
It’s also part of the fun, though. Taehyung finds himself more worked up now than he usually does when in the safety of his or Jeongguk’s room. There’s something wildly exhilarating about being here, merely meters away from everyone else, with three fingers inside him, about to take Jeongguk’s cock. Taehyung never thought of himself as someone who would be so into semi-public sex as he is right now, but the truth is that his cock is twitching and leaking pre-come as he dwells on the thought for longer than he should.
It’s then that he reaches behind himself, stretching his arm until he finds Jeongguk’s body. He feels the warmth of his abdomen under his hand, and so he starts trailing his palm down until he reaches what he was after. Jeongguk sighs deeply as Taehyung presses his hand against the front of his dress pants, palming his erection through the fabric. Taehyung can’t help but think back to the previous times they’ve had sex, of how deliciously thick and big Jeongguk felt inside of him. Just enough to reach all the good spots inside of him, make him come just from fucking him.
“You’re—ah, fuck,” Taehyung starts, interrupting himself when Jeongguk’s fingers brush over his sweet spot. He takes a shaky breath as Jeongguk relentlessly pounds his fingers into him, in the end managing to breathe out, “You’re hard.”
“You don’t say,” Jeongguk says with a grunt, words laced in sarcasm.
Taehyung has to keep himself from lightly smacking Jeongguk’s chest or thigh, opting instead for just rolling his eyes even if Jeongguk can’t see. He replies, “So fuck me then, Jeongguk.”
There’s a pause then, Jeongguk’s fingers slowing down as they thrust out of Taehyung, until only the tips of his fingers remain. Taehyung shifts then, pulling back from the wall a little so he can crane his neck and look at Jeongguk again. Impatiently, he raises his eyebrows and gives Jeongguk an expectant look. That seems to be enough to make Jeongguk snap out of his daze.
“Okay, fuck—yes, yes,” Jeongguk says, now fully taken his fingers outside of Taehyung. Taehyung holds back a whimper, mostly because he hates how empty he feels all of sudden. “Can you, uh—my hands are full of lube.”
Taehyung thinks he knows what Jeongguk is getting at, yet he still inquires, “So?”
“So take my pants down for me,” Jeongguk says, Taehyung’s skeptical expression deepening. "What? I don’t want to walk back in there with my pants stained. Unless, of course, you want everyone to know I was pounding your ass."
“Maybe they will think I was pounding your—oi!” he squeals, jumping a little when he feels Jeongguk pinch the flesh of his ass. It’s not too bad, especially considering his hands are too slippery from the lube to get a good grip, but Taehyung wasn’t expecting it. He spins around on his feet then, careful to not trip over the slacks and underwear still pooling around his ankles. “You’re so—”
“Love it when you talk dirty to me, Tae,” Jeongguk interrupts, smirking. Taehyung scoffs softly, his nimble fingers starting to work on the zipper of Jeongguk’s pants. “Every time you insult me, it makes my dick twitch even more.”
“Sounds like a you problem,” Taehyung replies, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of Jeongguk’s pants and boxers and pulling them down to mid-thigh. When that’s done, he meets Jeongguk’s eyes once again and asks, “That enough?”
“Plenty,” Jeongguk replies, his left hand resting against the wall of the closet. He doesn’t want to stain his clothes, but he sure doesn’t mind putting his lube-stained fingers all over the wall. Shameful. “Turn around, pretty.”
Taehyung does turn around, but not because Jeongguk asked him to. He turns around because he’s ridiculously horny now, his cock aching as it stands up against the lowest part of his abdomen, covered by his dress shirt. Fuck, he’s gonna have to remember to pull that up when he comes if he doesn’t want to walk around with a shirt full of come for the rest of the day. Someone is bound to notice at some point if that happens.
“Are you gonna fuck me or not?” Taehyung urges, feeling his patience decrease by the minute. It’s low enough already when it comes to Jeongguk, but this is only making it worse. He sneaks a look at Jeongguk’s watch around his wrist, paying attention to the time and seeing that they don’t have any more than around fifteen minutes of their break left. They better hurry the fuck up.
"Maybe if you weren’t such an impatient little shit," Jeongguk hisses under his breath, muffled by the sound of a condom wrapper being opened. Taehyung laughs lightly at that, happy that he managed to get on Jeongguk’s nerves. He doesn’t look behind himself, but he can hear Jeongguk groan as he slides the condom over his cock, the rustling of the wrapper falling to the floor. Taehyung makes a mental note to remember to pick it up from the floor after they’re done, but for now, it can wait. He’s distracted from his thoughts when he feels Jeongguk guides his cock to his hole with his right hand, making the laughter die in his throat. “Ready?”
Taehyung nods, almost all of his eloquence vanishing as he feels the head of Jeongguk’s cock pressed against his rim. He feels himself clench a bit, something that Jeongguk definitely has to feel. Taehyung’s glad he doesn’t have to see his stupid, pleased face.
“Give it to me, Jeongguk.”
That’s all it takes for Jeongguk to push his cock inside of him, all in one swift motion. Taehyung’s mouth falls open into a silent moan then, eyes squeezing shut as he tries to adjust to the feeling of Jeongguk inside of him. After the first time, when Taehyung incessantly teased Jeongguk for being way too soft with him, Jeongguk hasn’t been delicate. Taehyung finds himself incredibly grateful for that right now, his fists closing against the wall as he rests his forehead against it, too.
Fucking finally.
Jeongguk’s hand goes to Taehyung’s hip then, gripping it for leverage as he starts his thrusting. He snaps his hips back until only the head of his cock is inside Taehyung, only to then mercilessly pound back into him, filling him up in ways that make Taehyung’s eyes roll. Taehyung lets out a sharp hiss at the feeling, trying to hold back a moan. This is exactly how he wants to be fucked, and Jeongguk knows that.
He doesn’t flinch when he feels Jeongguk lean forward, feeling his chest press against his back. Jeongguk’s breath is warm and wet on his neck, only adding to the pleasant feeling curling in the depth of Taehyung’s stomach. Rather than that, he leans back into the touch, getting a little lost in the smell of Jeongguk’s cologne. The same cologne that he hates, but doesn’t seem all too bad now that he has Jeongguk’s cock buried deep inside.
“Fuck.” The word slips past his lip into a whisper, far lower than any other words previously shared, but it still makes Jeongguk shush him as he keeps fucking into him. He frowns a little, throwing his head back so he can look at Jeongguk with furrowed eyebrows. “What?”
“You’re gonna have to keep quiet,” Jeongguk instructs, his words barely above a whisper. Something about the way he’s looking at him makes Taehyung’s cock throb against his abdomen. “You don’t want everyone to know you’re getting your little ass fucked in the office, do you?”
Taehyung wrinkles his nose at that, almost growling a raspy, “Fuck off, Jeon.”
“Shh,” Jeongguk shushes again, this time moving so his lips are right next to Taehyung’s ear. Taehyung bucks his hips back so he can feel Jeongguk fuck deeper inside of him, ignoring Jeongguk as a small moan falls from his parted lips. “You’re so fucking loud, aren’t you?”
“And you know—oh, holy—you know I can be louder,” Taehyung replies, cheeky. He’s referring to that one time when Jeongguk was fucking him in his bedroom, both of them moaning so loud the neighbors banged on the wall to quieten them down. At the time, it had been a little humiliating, but now Taehyung looks back on it and laughs.
“Then maybe I should do something to quieten you,” Jeongguk says. Before Taehyung has the time to ask what he’s referring to, he feels Jeongguk’s hand leave his hip and make its way to his face, the pads of his fingers pressing lightly against Taehyung’s pink lips. “Suck.”
And Taehyung has never been one to obey Jeongguk, really, but this time around he does as he’s told without questions. Jeongguk’s fingers are long and slender inside his mouth, as he sucks on them and curls his tongue around them. After shutting Taehyung up, Jeongguk keeps thrusting with renewed vigor, harder and faster, sharper. Taehyung spreads his legs as much as the slacks around his ankles allow him to, weight still balanced by his forearms firmly pressed against the wall facing him.
It’s a mess. Taehyung can feel the drool spilling from the corner of his mouth, trickling down to his chin as he keeps sucking on Jeongguk’s fingers. He moans around them, muffled by Jeongguk’s fingers in his mouth. He’s not going to deny the fact that it’s fucking hot to be fucked like this, with the pads of Jeongguk’s fingers pressing down on his tongue, urging him to work his mouth around them. Jeongguk has never been scared to get a little nasty with him, something that Taehyung is infinitely grateful for.
“That’s it, Tae,” Jeongguk says, using the nickname despite how many times Taehyung has told him not to. Taehyung can’t complain, gagged by his fingers as he is, so he just groans. “Can’t hear you, babe.”
As he does that, Jeongguk removes his fingers from Taehyung’s mouth, hand sliding down his jaw, then his neck. Jeongguk’s fingers, wet with Taehyung’s spit, close around his throat without squeezing or adding any pressure at all, just holding him there. The touch on his neck makes Taehyung feel something start to bubble up in the pit of his stomach, a feeling he knows well.
“Don’t call me Tae,” Taehyung grumbles, now able to use his words. With the hand on his throat, Jeongguk pulls Taehyung’s body closer to his, making him rest his back against his chest. Taehyung throws his head back onto Jeongguk’s shoulder, twisting his neck a little to look at Jeongguk, almost defiantly. “You hear me?”
“Loud and clear, Tae,” he says, with that stupid smirk plastered all over his face once again.
Taehyung doesn’t get to reply, because then Jeongguk is ducking down and crashing their lips together into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Taehyung can’t help but moan into his mouth, kissing back despite the irritation. Maybe not despite it, but precisely because of it. After all, that’s how it all started, right? Taehyung thinks that the only reason why he feels so stupidly drawn to Jeongguk is because he can’t stand him. There is something so incredibly hot about how Jeongguk pounds into him, something that no one else has ever made him feel. That’s why Taehyung keeps coming back for more.
Their tongues intertwine, hot and wet, as the lewdest moans are spilled into each other’s mouths. Taehyung can’t hold himself back from reaching down and wrapping his first around his cock once again, hand working in tandem with the pace of Jeongguk’s hips. The stimulation starts to become too much for him, making him clench tight around Jeongguk’s cock.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk groans then, pulling back a little. Taehyung uselessly chases his mouth—Jeongguk’s too far away to kiss right now. “So fucking tight.”
“Keep fucking my tight ass,” Taehyung cries out then, his orgasm starting to, making his brain-to-mouth filter disappear. He can’t even be embarrassed about the neediness behind his words, not with the way Jeongguk’s hips falter at that. “Make me come all over your cock, Jeon. Fuck—keep going, yes.”
They don’t have much time left, and they both know it. Jeongguk’s thrusts turn erratic, desperately chasing the release they both need so badly before they have to get back to work. It’s not too long until he angles his hips just right and ends up thrusting right against Taehyung’s prostate, eliciting a moan from him, this one a little louder than the rest.
“Fuck, yes, right there,” Taehyung says, his voice gravelly and obscene. He can’t keep his eyes open anymore with how overwhelming the feeling of Jeongguk fucking into him is. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“Can’t stop,” Jeongguk says, again taking his mouth right next to Taehyung’s ear so he can whisper the filthiest obscenities, just for him to hear. “Won’t stop until I have you coming all over yourself, babe.”
And Taehyung isn’t weak, but he’s so fucking close. Jeongguk is fucking him just right, and his hand keeps working around himself fast, so it’s not too long before he reaches his orgasm. In a lucid moment, he grabs the hem of his shirt with his free hand and pulls it up to his chest, baring his stomach. When he comes, white staining the golden skin he’s just exposed, he bites down on his lower lip, trying to drown out an intelligible moan, his hips rolling in circles against Jeongguk as he rides out his orgasm. He clenches around Jeongguk so tight that it only takes a couple of sloppy thrusts from his hips until he’s coming too, spilling all inside the condom.
“Fuck,” Taehyung breathes out a couple of seconds later, in between pants. “Fuck, Jeongguk.”
“Be quiet,” Jeongguk repeats, not pulling back from inside of him. Taehyung doesn’t humor him with a reply. On the shelf next to them there’s a roll of tissue paper, and so Jeongguk reaches for it and tears off a few pieces, handing them to Taehyung. “Here. Clean yourself up.”
“Thank you,” Taehyung says, letting out a small sound as Jeongguk pulls out. “You’re not gonna clean me up yourself?”
Jeongguk lets out a chuckle as Taehyung reaches down and wipes between his thighs, at his ass. There’s lube everywhere, and not to mention sweat, but that much he will have to deal with. Once he’s managed to clean all the come and lube from his body, he reaches down for his clothes pooling around his ankles, pulling them up and beginning to tuck his shirt in. He turns around as he does so, seeing Jeongguk do the same after he’s done cleaning himself up as well.
“You go to the bathroom and throw all of this away,” Taehyung says once he’s done, shoving the tissues he used to clean himself with in Jeongguk’s hand. Jeongguk raises an eyebrow at him. “Just throw them in the bin. I left my desk before you did, so I’m gonna head back now.”
“Sure thing,” Jeongguk tells him, as Taehyung starts to walk to the door of the closet. Once Taehyung has his hand on top of the door handle, ready to pull the door open and leave, he hears Jeongguk say, “You’re welcome for the orgasm.”
“Go fuck yourself,” Taehyung replies, making Jeongguk laugh. Again, so fucking infuriating.
He pulls the door open carefully, and checks to make sure no one is in the corridor. As he leaves the closet, before he can pull the door closed behind himself, he hears Jeongguk say in a teasing tone, “Don’t get caught.”
Taehyung doesn’t humor him with a reply, instead closing the door behind himself and stepping into the hallway, walking back towards his desk. He does have a nice cock, but fuck, he’s so insufferable.
Fucking Jeon Jeongguk.
