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abcthv9597 · 1 month
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140218 - Haru*Hana VOL .22
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kookjinnies · 1 year
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hehe cuties!!!!
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jinsbedroom · 1 year
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taejinkook angels & demons au where “you can’t choose who you love” or “i can’t help but love you” are true statement because it’s literally divine intervention. angels and demons rule love & romance in this world & live amongst humans (of course, humans are oblivious to this). angels are tasked with permanent or long term love, while demons are tasked with temporary love. they’re ordered by the council of love in the heavens & have to be precise to carry out their missions on earth perfectly so that they can retire & go back to the sky, if they want.
demon taehyung & angel jungkook are co-workers (read: besties) at a bakery. here they fulfill their tasks of making people fall in love through their pastries. they also serve regular pastries for those who don’t need falling in love. normally, angels & demons would have a hard time getting along, but taehyung is really empathetic, despite being a demon. they became instant friends when they met at the bakery, jungkook always comforting taehyung whenever he gets an assignment.
all week, jungkook had been putting subliminal messages around human seokjin’s surroundings to get him to come to the bakery. today’s the day seokjin will finally meet his permanent lover & jungkook couldn’t be happier! this is his last case before his retirement. since seokjin is one of his good human friends, he decided to try a new muffin recipe and offer those to seokjin & his near-future lover. to 3 of those muffins, he added his angel magic, and the rest were to be sold as is. 3, just in case one of the muffins dropped or something. he really didn’t want to mess this one up. he only had one shot. taehyung came into the kitchen and unknowingly took one of the love muffins to try.
“hey these are really good, could you leave the recipe for me?”
“yes, sure sure. wait a minute… did you eat my-”
his sentence was cut short when he heard the door open and the store bells ring. it was seokjin, there was no time to waste. surely, taehyung would be more careful than to eat a love muffin, right? that’s what he chooses to believe anyway.
seokjin smiles, “hey jungkook! for some reason i had the strongest urge to come here, a craving maybe? i just have a feeling you have something new in the works.”
from the kitchen, taehyung loudly announces, “jungkook made these AMAZING muffins, you just have to try them.”
“mhm, that’s right! here, have a taste!” jungkook says as he gives a love muffin to seokjin.
within just the first bite, seokjin starts to feel… really happy that he’s there. “taehyung, i’ve been meaning to ask…” jungkook feels stressed. this has never happened before. he looks over at taehyung who seems uneffected, but with the way seokjin is acting, taehyung must have eaten one of the love muffins.
taehyung quickly realizes his mistake and excuses himself before seokjin can ask any serious love-related questions.
once seokjin leaves, jungkook starts to pace back and forth, stressed.
“oh my heavens, this can’t be happening. is this reversible? there has to be a way right? how could you be so careless? seokjin’s going to fall in love with you, a demon! a human and a demon!!”
“jungkook i’m so sorry, i didn’t know you had an assignment today. i just saw new muffins and i- jungkook! what are you doing?” taehyung rushes over, grabbing jungkook’s arms to stop him.
“I’M STRESS EATING. LET ME STRESS EAT.” jungkook shouts, but unable to get out of taehyung’s grasp.
“STRESS EATING YOUR LOVE MUFFIN?” then they hear the door open, store bells ringing again. it’s seokjin.
“h-hey seokjin, what brings you here again?” jungkook manages.
seokjin looks between the two of them. “no, nothing- sorry, i forgot my phone on the counter. sorry, i’ll just get it and go” he says, sounding a little disheartened, & quickly leaving the bakery.
did they just break seokjin’s heart? seokjin who is more than deserving than anyone of a happily ever after… what are they even meant to do in this situation? the only thing they know for sure is that seokjin will fall for both of them.
they’re screwed.
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mursko · 1 year
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damn, i almost got you out of my mind
a wedding brings seokjin's past relationships back into his life and after falling for the same tricks he swore he'd never fall for again, he's forced to face the issues he never resolved in the past.
▹ taejinkook
▹ rated e
▹ multichapter; 33k words
▹ angst, polyamory
read on ao3
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jeonqkooks · 1 year
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y’know what i’m just gonna kick jk out of my bias line at this point, i want to not live in fear every single day 🤗 i would like to know peace for once thank you very much
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cypherlq · 2 years
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taejinkook x heartstopper hq <3
like or reblog if u save
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cherriyie · 2 years
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♡ taejinkook layouts!!
—headers not mine, cr to the owners
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i4soo · 1 year
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୧ ⊹ ܀ closer than we've ever been... ܀ ⊹ ୨
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- taejinkook layouts
- do not repost
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akookminsupporter · 2 years
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Help i cant stop watching vhopeminkook vlive 😭 more specifically i cant stop watching jimin 😭😭 i mean i know usually it's taejinkook is the visual of the group and i agree but this vlive.. This vliveeee like jk is my bias but my eyes just kept going to jimin here help does he look like this irl?? He's soo wtf he's so hot??
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sizzlingpatrolfox · 7 months
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Why do you think only RM, Hobi, Yoongi and Jimin have recent ads for samsung? Did they not renew TaeJinKook? Though Jin being in the military might be the reason for his absence in the ads.
If I recall correctly, Jimin's samsung ads started showing up after face? Right?? That's the way I remember it, but maybe I'm wrong. It could be that the other member's promo will eventually start to roll out once they've debuted. If that doesn't happen, then maybe it just means not all of them are working with Samsung right now.
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jindipity · 1 year
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About me
Name: Eva
Age: 19
Location: Germany
Zodiac sign: Virgo
Mbti: INFJ
Fav place: My bed and dreams <3
Hobbies: Writing, drawing, reading and climbing
Ult groups: Bts and Txt
Bts Bias line: Taejinkook
Txt Bias: Yeonjun
Comfort song: Christmas Tree by V
Insta meme page: @/jungtiddiesworshipper
Insta editing account: @/kookiepiphany
Note: I only post when I find the time and inspiration. Please be considerate when I‘m longer inactive!
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theharrowing · 2 years
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Abyss 💫 4: I don't think I can wait any longer
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Campus fuckboy Taehyung likes to break hearts. After Jungkook falls victim to Taehyung’s games, Seokjin—who is in love with Jungkook—decides to take revenge by making Taehyung fall in love, and giving him a taste of his own medicine.  
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💫 Seokjin x Taehyung, Seokjin x Jungkook 
💫 word count: 11.3k
💫 friends & strangers to lovers, college au, hurt comfort, smut, angst, poly, nsfw, 18+
💫 warnings: rough blowjob, degradation, humiliation, daddy kink, impact play (slapping and spanking,) primal play, play fighting, pain play, breath play, anal play with toys, anal sex, orgasm control & denial, bad aftercare practice (aka none when there should be some!) catching feelings, welcome home cheater. 
💫 note: the smut in this chapter is very intense, with a lot of pain play. please proceed with caution.
💫 beta read by @neoneunnajimin​
💫 posted may 2022 | read on ao3
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Seokjin wakes and stretches his arms, letting the hints of light that creep past his blinds help to adjust his eyes. He should get up, make coffee, and try to get some errands and other small tasks taken care of before the morning slips away from him, but it is beginning to get cold enough outside for it to make waking up in the mornings difficult. 
Beside Seokjin is stirring, a deep groan, and shifting under the blankets before warm, soft arms wrap around Seokjin's waist and pull him close. 
"Hey, pretty," Seokjin mutters, turning toward the warmth and wrapping his arm under the nuzzling head.
"Not ready to wake up yet," Taehyung grumbles as his leg helps to pull Seokjin even closer still, engulfing him in a warm, sleepy hug.
Seokjin chuckles and relaxes into Taehyung's hold, running his fingers through the soft, somewhat tangle of dark waves. He supposes he could stay in bed a little longer and closes his eyes, breathing in the hints of cologne that linger in Taehyung's hair and the musk from sweating all night. Jungkook wouldn't be back from Busan until much later, anyway.
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Seokjin: We should do something this weekend
Jungkook: Like what?
Seokjin: Anything Maybe get out of Seoul for a night 
Jungkook: I wouldn't mind a nature hike if you're up for it
Seokjin: A nature hike sounds perfect Do you have anywhere in mind, or can I pick a place?
Jungkook: Surprise me, hyung 🥰
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“I haven’t seen your not-so-secret admirer here in a while,” Jimin mutters as he sets his heavy book bag down.
Seokjin stands straight, having been hunched over the student literary journal again; he has read Taehyung’s piece Stargazers several times already, just this morning, alone. Seokjin closes the volume, pushing it aside to face Jimin. 
“For the best, I suppose,” he responds. 
But Taehyung is in the library; he is just concealed a little better in a corner and actually working on an assignment rather than loitering to gawk at the librarian. Seokjin takes a cart of books, many of which coincidentally need to go back to that same corner of the library, letting Jimin know he is off the hook from stocking because he would like to stretch his limbs. Jimin just shrugs, pulling some homework from his bag; he cares very little about most things. 
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Taehyung: I need to see you again ASAP Please, hyung I can't stop thinking about you
Seokjin: You just watched me stock the shelves for twenty minutes, baby
Taehyung: I need you alone, in my bed I've been so distracted thinking about you Your tongue must be spun from gold, hyung
Seokjin: That good, eh?
Taehyung: Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show-stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before…
Seokjin: You've never had your booty hole eaten like groceries, baby?
Taehyung: 😳😳😳  Hyung!
Seokjin: I could pencil you in for Wednesday if you would like to meet again
Taehyung: Ooh, on a school night? Such a rebel, hyung
Seokjin: I have to leave town this weekend, so I won't be able to see you on our regularly scheduled Saturday
Taehyung: I won't complain about the chance to see you sooner I'm not the best cook, but I would be happy to host this time if you'd like
Seokjin: Ooh, going to invite me for more stargazing, baby?
Taehyung: You tease me so much If you'd like me to suck your dick on the roof, just say so
Seokjin: Hmm, now that you mention it 🤔
Taehyung: We can make it happen if you so desire
Seokjin: I do so desire, as a matter of fact
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Jungkook:  Friday udon at the regular spot?  Or will you get tired of seeing so much of me in the same weekend?
Seokjin: I couldn't dream of being tired of you Friday at the regular time and place sounds great
Jungkook: 🥰
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Taehyung is stunning with his hair curled, hanging in front of his eyes playfully. Dangling from his ears are long, delicate gold earrings, and he wears a simple red satin button-up shirt tucked into tight black jeans. 
Seokjin opted for satin and tight jeans, as well, dressed head-to-toe in black. His button-up top has small silver studs around the collar and lapels, and Taehyung instantly rubs them between his fingers, distracting Seokjin, who attempts to remove his shoes, nearly toppling over.
"I mentioned I'm not a great cook, so I put together some charcuterie plates and various healthy snacks, as well as a dish of fresh-cut fruit." Taehyung blushes; he looks so vulnerable about his efforts.
"You are so fucking charming, Taehyung," Seokjin mutters as he looks over the snacks laid out on a small dining table.
Taehyung lightly slaps Seokjin on the arm and nibbles on his bottom lip. "Don't pick on me hyung."
At this, Seokjin's heart swells with joy, and he turns to Taehyung, gently taking him by the arms. "I'm not picking on you, baby. You really are incredibly charming, and all of this looks delicious. I can tell you put a lot of thought into this."  
Taehyung blushes even deeper, and Seokjin brings his arms up to Taehyung's shoulders, pulling him in for a loose hug and twirling his fingers in his hair. Taehyung's eyelids have a light dusting of black eyeshadow, and Seokjin thinks he can detect mascara on his lashes. "You wore makeup, baby? How pretty."
"In case you make me cry," Taehyung responds coyly.
"What am I going to do with you?" Seokjin mutters, gently pulling Taehyung in for a kiss.
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"Somehow, there are fewer stars visible tonight than last time," Seokjin jokes as he sits on Taehyung's comforter, gazing up at the polluted night sky. 
"Don't worry, hyung, I'll make you see plenty of stars," Taehyung mutters playfully as he squats and straddles Seokjin's thighs, bringing with him a floral-print blanket that is draped over his shoulders. 
Seokjin chuckles and sits back, leaning on his elbows. 
"You really wanna suck my dick on the roof, Tae?" he asks, cocking his head.
"I wanna suck your dick anywhere, hyung," Taehyung grins, leaning forward to smash his lips into Seokjin's. 
It is difficult to keep their hands and mouths off of each other now that they have gone a little further, and it makes Seokjin's head spin. He wants to fuck Taehyung so badly; it is all he can think about. He wonders if, now that he and Jungkook are in the beginning stages of something, he should just fuck Taehyung and get it over with and let the chips fall wherever they may. 
Taehyung moans into Seokjin's mouth as he eagerly licks and flicks Seokjin's tongue with his, and Seokjin lays back slowly so he can wrap his arms around him and pull him close.
In this position, Taehyung behaves like a dog in heat, eagerly rubbing their clothed cocks together and whining loudly from the friction. Seokjin grabs Taehyung's ass in both hands and grinds his cock against his in return, and Taehyung's back arches as he growls into the night sky.
"Hyung, please," Taehyung whines. "You drive me crazy."
"Gonna start howling at the moon, baby?" Seokjin teases.
Taehyung whimpers and takes two handfuls of Seokjin's hair, squeezing tightly, grinning as Seokjin's hips rut into him, whining from his hair being tugged on. It sends sparks throughout Seokjin's body—makes him want to slam Taehyung into a wall and carve pretty patterns over his skin with his fingernails. If Taehyung likes it rough, he can give the boy rough; all he has to do is ask.
"You're so fucking hot," Seokjin groans while Taehyung's mouth trails down to Seokjin's jaw, nipping at his skin. "You have no idea how badly I wanna fucking ruin you, baby."
Taehyung anchors himself on his hands against the duvet-covered rooftop and slides himself down Seokjin's body, under the blanket, wiggling onto his knees between his legs. He wastes no time unbuckling Seokjin's belt and opening his pants, and Seokjin doesn't complain; he lays back with one hand under his head while the other lifts the blanket enough to look at Taehyung's wavy hair. 
The feeling of Taehyung's long fingers teasing Seokjin's hard cock before tugging it free from his briefs sends a wave of excitement through him, and he reaches with his free hand to stroke Taehyung's hair, smiling when Taehyung looks up at him with lustful mirth swimming in his eyes. 
"Gonna make you feel good, hyung," Taehyung mutters with a grin.
"I know you are, baby. Show hyung how talented that throat of yours is."
Taehyung gasps, and, as always, his eyes widen, making Seokjin smirk. Then he angles his head back down and swallows Seokjin's cock with a groan that Seokjin can feel vibrating through him. Seokjin gasps, letting out a strangled moan, and although they are alone, he worries about making too much noise in such an open space. 
Eagerly, Taehyung sucks Seokjin's cock, swallowing him into the back of his throat until he lightly gags, then slurps as he pulls out, only to suck back until gagging again. Seokjin can't help but picture Taehyung's beautiful face streaked with tears and his hips gently rut. 
"Fuck, you're amazing," Seokjin moans, tightening his grip on Taehyung's hair. "I wanna fuck your mouth so bad."
With a loud slurp, Taehyung pulls off of Seokjin's cock and rasps, "Do it. Please, hyung."
Seokjin releases Taehyung's hair to lift the blanket and look at him, and just as he imagined, there is moisture under Taehyung's eyes, smudging his makeup around the edges. "You sure, baby?"
Taehyung nods emphatically with a smirk, and it is all the encouragement Seokjin needs. 
"Okay, baby, just pinch me if it's too much, got it?"
"Yes, hyung." Taehyung whimpers.
"Yes, what?" Seokjin growls, wondering if Taehyung wants to bring out the other nickname he used the other night, or if that was only something Taehyung did while he was intoxicated. 
"Yes, daddy," Taehyung whimpers, opening his lips around Seokjin's cock and keeping his head still. 
Seokjin takes a handful of Taehyung's hair and pushes Taehyung further onto his cock, angling Taehyung's forehead into his tummy before rocking his hips up, slowly at first, then picking up a pace. He can feel drool gathering around his cock, some of which Taehyung manages to slurp up while the rest slowly pools. Taehyung's throat is warm and soft and feels fucking amazing, and Seokjin moans and hisses as he uses it like a toy.
"Are you my pretty little cocksleeve?" Seokjin groans, rutting his hips hard.
Taehyung gags, then whimpers a muttered mmhmm, and Seokjin allows his eyes to roll back, mouth falling open and gasping, sucking in the night air. 
"So good for me. I bet you're so fucking pretty when you cry, baby."
More muffled noises come from Taehyung's throat, and Seokjin picks up his pace, feeling his high build. Taehyung has his hands braced on Seokjin's thighs, and he digs his fingers into the skin.
"Don't forget to pinch me if you need to, baby. I'm getting close, but I can stop if you need."
Taehyung mutters again and sucks his cheeks in, sending a spark through Seokjin's body, and he fights the urge to arch his back, wanting to keep a consistent angle and motion for Taehyung's sake. His movements are quick and rough, and he is surprised Taehyung can handle him. 
With a string of particularly harsh thrusts, Seokjin is teetering on the edge of euphoria and, he is certain, insanity. 
"Gonna cum, baby," Seokjin groans, more of a warning than anything. His hips begin sputtered, rough movements, forcing gargled whimpers out of Taehyung's mouth that only serve to push Seokjin over the edge faster. 
Seokjin groans and whimpers as he cums, pushing Taehyung's head down as his release sprays straight into the boy's throat. Taehyung's fingernails dig into Seokjin's skin with a force that makes Seokjin wonder if he will bruise, and once the bulk of his release is out, Seokjin lets go of Taehyung's head, dropping his hands to his sides. 
After how forcefully Seokjin fucked his mouth, he half expects Taehyung to come up gasping for air, but instead, Taehyung slowly readjusts and continues to gently lick and suck Seokjin until he becomes oversensitive and takes Taehyung by the hair to pull him off his cock. 
Seokjin holds Taehyung's head in place while opening the blanket with his other hand, and the sight before him is absolutely stunning. Taehyung's eyeshadow and mascara are smeared around his eyes, globs of black imprints from wet lashes stain his cheeks, and his face is wet from tears and drool.  
"I want to commit this sight to memory," Seokjin mutters, pulling Taehyung by the hair, making Taehyung anchor himself on the ground and crawl to Seokjin. "You look devastatingly pretty."
Taehyung falls into Seokjin, crashing their lips together, smearing drool and tears onto Seokjin's face as they kiss, and he pulls Taehyung close, holding his hair and nape in both hands. 
"I want to fuck you," Seokjin whimpers, surprising them both. 
Taehyung gasps and pulls from the kiss, staring at Seokjin with wide, eager eyes, and Seokjin swallows thickly at the realization of what he has let slip.
"Only if you're sure," Taehyung says softly, "only if you're ready."
Of course, Taehyung is sweet and understanding and wouldn't hold it against Seokjin if he took it back, if he said he wasn't sure he was ready now, just that he wants to in general. But the thought of fucking Taehyung is so present and overwhelming, Seokjin isn't sure he wants to say no.
"I'm ready, baby. I don't think I can wait any longer."
Taehyung's face beams brightly—certainly brighter than any of the measly stars he can see in the sky tonight, and Seokjin smirks, unable to shake the swell of affection and need that bubbles in his tummy from Taehyung. 
"Fuck the rooftop; I need you in my bed, now," Taehyung says, haphazardly sitting up and adjusting his pants. Seokjin nods and reaches to adjust his own, to put his soft-but-already-excited cock away long enough to get back downstairs and into Taehyung's apartment. 
Taehyung bunches the blanket that is over his shoulders up until it doesn't drag on the floor, and Seokjin collects the comforter they had been lying on, and they make their way from the rooftop down the short flight of stairs and through the hallway. Taehyung is all giggles, and when they reach his apartment door, he throws Seokjin into it, pressing his body against him to tease his cock with one hand while he keys in the door code with the other. His fingers on Seokjin's already growing bulge feel heavenly, and he bites back a moan.
Once inside, Taehyung throws the blanket from his shoulders onto the small brown couch in his living room, then grabs the comforter in Seokjin's arms and does the same. He takes Seokjin by the hand and leads him through his small apartment past the remnants of their food into a room lit only with a dim bedside lamp. Paintings, photographs, knickknacks, and books cover every inch of the walls and surfaces, and Seokjin has to fight the urge to explore, knowing damn well that now is not the time. 
Although Taehyung lives alone, he closes his door behind them, then turns and leans against it, gently taking one of Seokjin's hands in both of his. Taehyung appears shy, almost vulnerable, especially with dried mascara lines running down his cheeks.
"Hyung," Taehyung mutters, and Seokjin closes the gap between them. 
"Yes, baby?"
"I want you to be rough with me," Taehyung admits, tilting his head just enough to gaze at Seokjin through his sticky eyelashes, and Seokjin feels a spark ignite inside of him. 
"How rough?"
"Hurt me. Bite me, scratch me, pull my hair until I cry. I want to feel your presence on my skin for days; I want to ache for you."
Seokjin can't help the growl that comes from his throat, almost animalistic at the request. 
"Nobody has ever fucked me as hard as I need it," Taehyung pouts. "Everyone is scared to hurt me. I need it to hurt. I need you to humiliate and degrade me. Please, daddy. Please make me cry."
In a swift movement, Seokjin takes Taehyung's jaw into his hand and slams Taehyung's head into his door, making a sound that is much too loud for how little it probably actually hurt. Taehyung gasps, body going stiff and then pliant in Seokjin's hold. 
"Is that so, baby?" Seokjin sneers.
Taehyung is trembling, eyes wide and mouth agape. "Y-yes, daddy."
"Green means you want more, red means stop. I'll check in from time to time, but you can also tell me without being asked, understood, little pet?"
"Y-yes, daddy."
Seokjin tightens his grip on Taehyung's jaw and stares at Taehyung with as much anger and intensity as he can muster, and Taehyung begins to relax further, still trembling. With his free hand, he paws at Taehyung's cock over his pants, pressing hard into it, making Taehyung hiss and whine.
"How do you want me?"
"F-fuck me, daddy. Please."
"Awe, does baby not want to use his pathetic little cock on daddy?" 
Taehyung pouts and shakes his head, eyes pleading. 
"I bet you couldn't even make me cum with this thing if you tried, is that right, baby?" 
Taehyung nods his head emphatically. "It's useless, daddy."
Seokjin squeezes Taehyung's cock—which is larger than average and definitely something Seokjin would love to feel his ass stretched around any time Taehyung feels so inclined—and Taehyung cries out. 
"This little cock is so pathetic it came completely untouched last time," Seokjin chides. "Just made a mess all over while hanging uselessly between your legs while I tongue-fucked that tight little ass of yours."
Taehyung is practically cross-eyed, and when Seokjin releases his grasp from both his dick and jaw, Taehyung whimpers, his body moving slightly forward as if searching for more touch of any kind. Seokjin takes a fistful of Taehyung's hair and pulls hard, bending Taehyung's body, forcing a cry from his throat. Taehyung's hands begin to move up as if to stop Seokjin but then fall to his sides.
"Color, baby?"
"Green, daddy," Taehyung hisses. 
Seokjin pulls Taehyung by the hair through his room. At Taehyung's bed, Seokjin pushes him by the head shoves his shoulders down harshly. Taehyung falls to the edge of the mattress, nearly sliding to the floor, looking at Seokjin with an expression that appears torn between fear and arousal. 
"Still green?"
"Fuck yes," Taehyung mutters. 
Seokjin slaps Taehyung across the mouth. "You'll address me when you answer me, little pet."
"And if I don't?" Taehyung raises an eyebrow, smirking as if he is real fucking proud of himself.
Taehyung is a mess of disheveled hair and smeared makeup, and Seokjin wants nothing more than to ruin him further. With a hand around Taehyung's throat, Seokjin leans in until their foreheads touch.
"Is this shirt vintage?" Seokjin asks softly.
Taehyung shakes his head, eyes squinting questionably. "It's new."
"Good. I'll buy you a new one," Seokjin mutters.
Taehyung cocks his head, and Seokjin responds by tearing his fingers through the openings between the buttons and pulling, ripping at the shirt until there is enough of an opening that he can grab the other side and rip it open further in both hands. Buttons clatter against the floor and hang limply from pulled threads, while some are still intact near the throat and at the bottom. All the while, Taehyung gasps—begins to pant as if feral, watching Seokjin with wide eyes. There is a hint of anger that makes Seokjin sneer.
Seokjin takes Taehyung by the throat once more and squeezes. "Disobey me again, little pet," he growls. 
Taehyung lifts a leg, placing a foot over Seokjin's hip, and grunts as he shoves him, pushing Seokjin off balance, nearly making him fall. Seokjin gets his footing a few feet away, stands up straight, and grins, running a hand through his hair. He watches as Taehyung attempts to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way with shaky fingers. Taehyung stares at Seokjin as if he is a predator—as if his life is in danger.
"Color, baby?"
"Green, daddy," Taehyung says in a tone that almost sounds teasing. 
In two long strides, Seokjin clears the gap and takes Taehyung by the throat again, throwing Taehyung back against the bed, pushing him into the mattress. Taehyung whimpers and claws at Seokjin's hand, and Seokjin grabs one of Taehyung's hands, pulling it over his head while straddling Taehyung and kneeling on his other arm, pinning him to the bed. Taehyung grunts and kicks his feet, causing his body to slowly begin to slide off the bed, and Seokjin laughs down at Taehyung.
"Pathetic," Seokjin sneers and spits on Taehyung's face, white saliva bubbles painting the bridge of his nose, and Taehyung stops struggling, looking stunned. "Color?"
"Green," Taehyung whimpers weakly.
"Promise?" Seokjin says softly, releasing his hold on Taehyung's throat enough to let the blood circulate into his reddened face.
"On my life, daddy," Taehyung rasps. 
Seokjin slaps Taehyung across the mouth. "Are you going to keep disobeying me?"
"M-maybe."
Taehyung's voice is weak; he groans and grunts, flexing his arms, trying to break out of Seokjin's hold. Seokjin slaps him across the mouth once more. 
"That the best you can do?" Taehyung groans through gritted teeth. 
"Want me to fucking punch you, little pet?" Seokjin asks with raised eyebrows. 
Taehyung chuckles. "You're too much of a pussy to punch me, hyung."
This makes Seokjin laugh. He squeezes Taehyung's jaw, lowering himself to spit into Taehyung's mouth. "I can't punch such a pretty face, dummy," he mutters sweetly before letting go of Taehyung's jaw and slapping him again. Taehyung's cheek is turning a bright shade of red, and there's a hint of blood on the inside of his lip.
"Can you taste your own blood, you fucking brat? Is that what you wanted?"
Taehyung tongues the inside of his lip as if collecting the blood and turns his head to spit off to the side, and Seokjin slaps him again, causing Taehyung to stare up at him once more. Then he scoffs and tries harder to break free from Seokjin's hold. 
Seokjin releases Taehyung and steps back; with the way Taehyung's body has ended up on the edge of the mattress, he falls straight to the floor on his ass. He takes Taehyung by the hair before he can adjust and yanks him up, and Taehyung yelps, hands gripping onto Seokjin's wrist, though not making much of an attempt to make Seokjin release him. 
Seokjin pulls Taehyung back onto the bed and pushes him back against the mattress, then gets onto the bed and straddles his hips and rips his shirt away at the neck. With the shirt only buttoned near Taehyung's belt, Seokjin open-hand slaps Taehyung against the chest, causing him to cry out.
"Color?"
"Green, daddy."
Seokjin strikes Taehyung on the chest, again and again, watching as red marks bloom beautifully on his golden skin. Taehyung cries and moans each time their skin connects, and Seokjin thinks he sounds just as good as he looks. 
"You look so fucking pretty marked up," Seokjin says before landing another slap. "Sound so pretty when I hurt you."
"Please, hyung," Taehyung cries, hands raised above his head, "it hurts."
"Color?"
Taehyung whimpers and responds, "Green, daddy."
"That's what I thought," Seokjin sneers with a slap over Taehyung's pec. Taehyung bucks his hips up, rubbing his cock against the underside of Seokjin's thigh, and Seokjin snickers. "That useless cock of yours feeling left out, little pet?"
Taehyung growls, gnashing his teeth as he shakes his head impatiently. "Please, I need you to fuck me."
"After you kicked me across the room, you think you deserve my cock?" 
Seokjin slaps Taehyung over a particularly red spot on his ribs, and Taehyung yelps. "Please!"
"You're lucky I don't wrap my fingers around that pretty throat of yours a squeeze the fucking life out of you, little pet."
"Please, daddy! I'm so needy. I want your cock, please!"
Seokjin stands up and backs away from Taehyung. He slowly begins to unbutton his shirt, and Taehyung angles his head up quickly, watching with his mouth wide open as Seokjin takes an agonizingly long time removing his clothing. When Seokjin finally shrugs the fabric to the floor, Taehyung is panting and staring at Seokjin as if captivated.
"Get undressed, then," Seokjin mutters flippantly as if he is bored by the entire ordeal. "Let me see that useless little cock of yours."
Taehyung scrambles to his feet and undoes his belt and pants quickly, ripping the last of his shirt open and letting it fall to the floor. He pushes his pants and briefs down, and Seokjin watches as his pretty, hard cock slaps against his tummy. 
Seokjin licks his lips, otherwise attempting to appear unaffected, then undoes his own belt and pants and steps out of them, fisting his cock as he watches Taehyung—drinking in his long limbs and perfect skin.
When Taehyung steps out of his pants, Seokjin approaches. He grabs Taehyung’s dick and squeezes, squinting at Taehyung as if disappointed. Seokjin spits down at his hand and rubs it over Taehyung's cock head, and Taehyung groans a deep, broken sound. 
"What a joke to think you can please anyone with this," Seokjin mutters, tugging roughly on Taehyung. "I bet you couldn't make me choke on this pathetic cock if you tried."
Seokjin drops to his knees and takes Taehyung into his throat, sucking his cheeks in hard, and Taehyung's body trembles as he moans a broken, stuttered sound. Seokjin has very little gag reflex, making it easy to pretend Taehyung's rather impressive dick is just as pathetic as he says it is as he slurps loudly and sucks hard, using one hand to squeeze his balls. Taehyung whimpers and hisses, struggling to stand on his own two feet, body jerking and trembling more as each minute passes.
Right when Taehyung seems on the verge of bliss, moaning loudly and gripping onto Seokjin's hair, Seokjin pulls Taehyung out of his mouth and sneers at him with a spit-slicked chin. 
"Please," Taehyung whines, "I'm so close."
"You can't even make me gag and you think you deserve to cum?"
Taehyung grips Seokjin by the hair tightly and shoves his cock back into his mouth, fucking his face roughly, and Seokjin allows it to happen, keeping his eyes on Taehyung, letting drool pool at his lips and run down his chin. It is quite amusing to Seokjin how hard Taehyung tries to make him gag with an angry, brow-knitted expression. With a petulant growl, Taehyung holds his cock in Seokjin's throat, pushing without pulling out, cutting off his airway, and giving him a light slap to the cheek.
Only then does Seokjin gag, and Taehyung slaps Seokjin on the cheek once more with a sneer before pulling his hips back and bucking roughly into Seokjin's mouth. Taehyung doesn't warn Seokjin he is going to cum, but Seokjin can tell from the changes in his breathing and his inconsistent thrusts.
Seokjin feels the first of the sticky, tangy release on his tongue, which gets pushed deeper into his mouth as more is shot straight into his throat, and he swallows hard, hollowing his cheeks with the intention of making Taehyung overstimulated and begging to be released. 
Taehyung whines and grips Seokjin's hair hard to remove himself from his mouth, then falls back onto the bed, panting heavily and covered in a nice sheen of sweat. Seokjin stays on his knees. 
"You cheated," Seokjin mutters, wiping the drool from his chin.
"Still made you choke," Taehyung pants.
"How do you feel, baby?"
"Electric," Taehyung grins, looking down with makeup-smeared eyes at the handprints on his chest and stomach. "I wasn't sure you could actually hurt me; you're always full of surprises."
"I could whip you with your belt if you'd like."
Taehyung bites his bottom lip and smiles. "Choke me with it, too."
"We should hydrate before I fuck you," Seokjin suggests, running a hand through his hair. 
Taehyung's eyes widen, and he stands. He takes Seokjin's face in his hands gently, bending to connect their lips into a soft, delicate kiss that has him whimpering into Seokjin's mouth. 
"Be right back," Taehyung says as he leaves the room. 
Seokjin stands and gets onto Taehyung's bed. He feels a bit dazed by everything that just happened and does his best to get his bearings, leaning back onto his hands. Taehyung returns with a glass of water and stops in his tracks as he stares at him. Seokjin grins and reaches a hand out to ask for the glass, and Taehyung snaps out of his reverie and approaches, handing it over. The water is cold and coats Seokjin's throat as it goes down.
"God, you're stunning," Taehyung says. "Like, so fucking hot, hyung."
Seokjin raises an eyebrow. "You're one to talk, baby. Look at you. Do you know how hard it is to call a cock as delicious as yours useless?"
Taehyung blushes and grins and Seokjin hands the water off to him, which Taehyung drinks from one last time before setting it on his bedside table.
"Do you want me to continue hurting you?" Seokjin asks.
Taehyung nods. "Please, hyung. You're so good at it."
"Was there any point when you had almost reached your limit?" Seokjin asks.
Taehyung turns his lips down and shakes his head. "No. I was starting to get light headed from your hand on my throat, but you let up before it became cause for concern."
"Alright, good. Get some lube and some toys, then. Something to prepare yourself for my cock," Seokjin commands.
Taehyung opens a drawer on his bedside table and pulls out a metal buttplug and a glass dildo. The dildo is fairly thick but not compared to Seokjin's dick, and Seokjin scoffs when he holds it up.  
"Size queen doesn't have anything bigger?" Seokjin teases. 
"I do," Taehyung responds with a smirk, then approaches Seokjin and straddles his thighs. Seokjin sets the dildo aside and puts his hands on Taehyung's waist, and slides them down, over his hips and ass. He spreads him open and uses a finger to gently rub over his rim, and Taehyung groans and bites his lip, his eyes falling closed. 
"And where are these toys of yours, baby?" Seokjin asks, applying pressure to Taehyung's rim. 
"Ah—I want it to hurt when you stretch me around your cock," Taehyung whines. 
"On your hands and knees for me, baby," Seokjin commends, dropping his hands from Taehyung's ass. 
Taehyung whines and crawls away from Seokjin's lap, getting into the center of the bed on his knees with his face against the comforter and his ass high in the air. Seokjin gets on his knees behind Taehyung, spreads his cheeks, and bites into one of them with enough force to make Taehyung whine and tremble beneath him. Seokjin slaps him on the opposite cheek, causing him to whimper, commanding him to, "Stay still."
Seokjin licks over Taehyung's rim, and Taehyung moans, falling even further into the mattress. The sweet, heady musk of Taehyung's skin drives Seokjin wild, and he plunges his tongue inside to taste more, turning Taehyung into a whimpering, shaking mess. Seokjin groans as he tongue fucks Taehyung's ass, holding his cheeks open in both hands, digging his fingers into the soft skin. Taehyung's voice is muffled by the comforter, but he whines and moans nonstop.
Although Seokjin could happily make Taehyung cum like this, he doesn't want to push him too much, so Seokjin stops with one final, slow lick over Taehyung's ass, then takes the lube and squirts it straight onto his rim. Taehyung whimpers and ruts his hips. 
"Cold," he wines. 
Seokjin slaps Taehyung on the ass harshly, in the same spot as before. "I said, stay still."
Seokjin presses one finger into Taehyung's ass, and Taehyung moans loudly. He can hear the sounds of Taehyung's hands bunching up the blanket beneath him. Although Seokjin wants to take it slow and stretch Taehyung properly, he knows he wants it rough.
"Color?"
"Daddy, please, make it hurt!" Taehyung whines.
"That's not a color, baby."
"Green!"
Seokjin fingers roughly, pushing past his knuckle, delighting in the sight of Taehyung swallowing him so eagerly, then slowly inserts a second finger. Taehyung's whimpers become louder and Seokjin fingers faster, slapping Taehyung roughly on the ass to make him yelp.
"Green, daddy, please!" Taehyung shouts, muffled by his blanket, and Seokjin snickers before pulling his fingers out of Taehyung, watching his hole clench around nothing.
"Daddy!" Taehyung shouts, waving his ass in the air, and Seokjin slaps it so hard it stings his hand, making Taehyung scream.
"I said stay still!" Seokjin shouts, and Taehyung stills his hips with a whimper.  
Seokjin picks up the metal butt plug and touches it to Taehyung's hole. The surface is cold and Taehyung gasps, flinching from the feeling but appearing to do his best not to move too much. Seokjin twirls the edge of the toy in tiny circles over Taehyung's rim to gather lube, then pushes it in slowly. 
Taehyung lets out a strangled cry, and Seokjin spits onto his rim to add a little more moisture before applying more pressure, pulling and pushing the toy deeper each time. 
"That's it, baby," Seokjin says softly, "relax so daddy can stretch you."
Once at the thickest part of the taper, Seokjin squirts more cold lube directly onto Taehyung's ass and moves the toy gently in and out to coat it before pushing it in, forcing Taehyung to take the entire girth. Taehyung's legs tremble, and his moans have quieted to gasps and grunts.
"How does it feel, baby?" Seokjin asks.
"Good," Taehyung mutters. 
Seokjin tugs on the toy, pulling it out of Taehyung's ass with a pop, making Taehyung moan, then pushes it back in roughly, making him cry out. 
"F-fuck, green, so good, daddy," Taehyung whines unprovoked, and Seokjin pulls the toy out before pushing it in roughly once more. 
Satisfied with the stretch, Seokjin removes the plug and tosses it aside onto the bed. Taehyung whimpers and clenches his hole, and Seokjin takes both of Taehyung's cheeks and spreads him open, marveling at the sight of his pink inner walls. 
"So pretty," Seokjin groans as he pushes two fingers inside Taehyung, scissoring them open and spreading him with his other hand to see inside. Taehyung whines and claws at his sheets.
Seokjin picks up the glass dildo, which has a series of bulbous sections, each bigger than the last, and Seokjin starts with the smallest end, pressing it against Taehyung's hole without applying too much pressure, just to make Taehyung whine from another cold touch. 
Seokjin slaps Taehyung on the ass and pushes the tip of the dildo in enough to make Taehyung whimper. He needs more lube, and Seokjin intends on squirting more on before pushing the dildo much further, but he wants to give Taehyung just enough rough friction to satiate his desire to be hurt without hurting him too much. 
"Daddy," Taehyung whines petulantly.
"Yes, yes," Seokjin mutters, grabbing the lube and squirting more onto his hole. 
Seokjin twists the tip of the dildo to coat it in the liquid and then begins to slowly work it in and out, gradually stretching him open. Taehyung whines and mutters nonsense into the comforter, and Seokjin alternates quick, shallow pushes and slow, longer movements, stretching Taehyung over the first section. It tapers to a thin girth before becoming thick again, and Taehyung swallows the first part of the dildo with a deep groan.
"I know I promised to hurt you, but I can't be too rough just yet," Seokjin says as he smooths a hand over Taehyung's lower back, running it over his ass and giving it a nice slap. Taehyung yelps.
Seokjin takes Taehyung's inability to speak as an indication that he is doing well, and now that Taehyung has had a chance to adjust to the stretch, Seokjin begins to slowly pull the dildo out and push it back in, up to the end of the first section. Taehyung moans loudly into the blankets, legs trembling.
Gradually, Seokjin works the second and third sections, and Taehyung cries out as Seokjin twists the toy and fucks it into him. It is roughly the girth of an average-sized cock, perhaps a little smaller, and Seokjin picks up the pace, fucking it into Taehyung while slapping his ass, always in the same spot, causing the red mark that has bloomed on his skin to raise and get darker.
"F-fuck," Taehyung whines, clenching onto the blanket. His face is turned, mouth squished from his cheek pushing into the bed. "G-gonna make me cum, daddy. B-but I need your cock!"
Seokjin fucks the toy into Taehyung harder and faster, and Taehyung's legs shake so much that Seokjin worries they will give out and topple him over. Loud moans combine with a squelching sound so lewd that Seokjin's cock aches against his tummy. Taehyung trembles and his hips begin to rut uncontrollably as Seokjin continues to push him to the edge.
"You close, baby?"
"Y-yes, daddy."
"Tell me when."
Taehyung whines and mewls sounds as if he is attempting to form words but has forgotten halfway through what words even are anymore; he sounds utterly lost and blissed out and so ready to burst. Seokjin rubs a hand over Taehyung's ass, trailing it over his hip, then grabs onto the base of Taehyung's cock, sending a strangled moan from Taehyung's mouth.
"F-fuck, gonna, c-cum," Taehyung whimpers, and Seokjin squeezes just below Taehyung's head and pulls the dildo from his ass, stopping Taehyung's orgasm in its tracks. 
"Wh—daddy, why!" Taehyung sobs petulantly, and Seokjin chuckles, tosses the dildo aside on the bed, and squirts some more lube into his hand. 
"You wanted to cum without me? Naughty boy," Seokjin teases as he slaps the tender skin on Taehyung's ass, making the poor boy squeal.
Seokjin pumps his cock with his lubed hand and considers taking Taehyung's belt and fashioning it into a collar, remembering Taehyung's desire to be choked. But it is too risky, Seokjin decides; he can use his hand to apply some pressure while they fuck. He doesn't need to risk killing the guy just to make him nut a little harder. 
Once his cock is slicked up, Seokjin sits high on his knees and rubs his non-sticky hand delicately over the welts on Taehyung's skin, watching Taehyung shudder as he hisses, deciding what to do with him.
"On your back, baby," Seokjin gently instructs. "I wanna see that pretty face when I stretch you around my cock.” 
Taehyung more or less falls onto his side before flopping around onto his back. His limbs are clearly stiff, and Seokjin grins as he watches, waiting patiently for Taehyung to get into position and catch his breath. 
Gently, Seokjin spreads Taehyung's legs and kneels between them, leaning low over Taehyung to lick his lips and taste his spit, swallowing each whimper and moan that his languid kisses pull from Taehyung's mouth.
"I promise to be rough with you, baby, but only if you promise me not to go too far, okay? If it hurts too much, please tell me, and we'll adjust. I want to hurt you but I do not want to injure you, understand?"
The look on Taehyung's makeup-smeared face is one of unabashed affection, which makes something in Seokjin's guts flip-flop. He tries not to overthink it too much because if it is a look of love, then Seokjin has to swallow that reality, and right now, he is so far beyond wanting to break this boy's heart, he can't consider that his plan to do so might actually be working. At least, not until he is done fucking Taehyung; that is far too messy, even for him. 
"I understand, hyung," Taehyung mutters softly, pulling Seokjin into another kiss, this one heated and deep. "Thank you for taking such good care of me."
Taehyung's voice is dulcet and gentle and full of honey, and Seokjin can't bear to listen to it anymore.  
"Good," Seokjin sneers as he grabs Taehyung by the jaw and squeezes. "Be a good little fuck doll for daddy and maybe he'll let you cum from that pathetic little cock of yours, hmm?"
Taehyung gasps, eyes widening with anticipation, and Seokjin sits up, still holding onto Taehyung's face as he angles his hips and rubs the tip of his cock over Taehyung's rim. Taehyung's eyes are wide and needy, and Seokjin scoffs.
"So fucking desperate. Look at you laying there, begging with your eyes to be fucked."
Seokjin pumps his cock again, then presses it to Taehyung's rim and slowly pushes, breaching his tight, eager muscle just enough to make Taehyung wince and hiss in pain, then backs out and presses again. The squeeze around just the tip of Seokjin's cock is incredible, and he wonders if he is going to be able to fuck Taehyung at all.
"You're too fucking tight, baby," Seokjin groans.
Taehyung wraps his legs around Seokjin and pulls him close, attempting to force Seokjin into him more, and Seokjin releases his hold on his cock to spread Taehyung's legs, slapping his inner thighs harshly with both hands, forcing a sob from Taehyung's mouth.
"Disobeying me already, baby?" Seokjin sneers.
"Need your cock!" Taehyung shouts, pouting. 
"Good boys are patient."
"I'm not a good boy," Taehyung mutters with a smirk. "I'm a slutty little fuck toy. Use me, daddy. Make me your pretty little whore. Stretch me around that fat fucking cock and make me cry."
Seokjin bites back a grin and shakes his head, deciding he needs more lube. "The shit that comes out of your fucking mouth."
"You weren't complaining about my mouth when you were cuming in it earlier, daddy," Taehyung teases. 
After squirting a generous amount of lube on his cock, he lines it up once more and pushes in, stretching Taehyung around his tip. Taehyung's body goes stiff with a groan before he breathes heavily and attempts to relax, and Seokjin pulls out then presses in more, breaching his hole with the head. 
"F-f-f-fuck," Taehyung whines, squeezing his eyes shut and gripping onto the blankets. 
"At least I found a way to make you shut the fuck up," Seokjin teases as he pulls out and pushes in, inching more of his cock inside of Taehyung's tight warmth. 
Seokjin begins to slowly thrust his hips, languidly pushing into Taehyung further and further. Taehyung squeezes Seokjin tightly and sucks him in so eagerly, making Seokjin dizzy. When Seokjin looks down at Taehyung's beautiful face, his hips stutter to a halt, and a terrifying pang hits him in the guts. 
Taehyung opens his eyes, knitting his brows. "Something wrong?"
Yes, Seokjin thinks. Everything is wrong. Everything about this situation is fucking wrong. 
"N-no, sorry," Seokjin clears his throat, "just making sure I'm not pushing too far."
Taehyung smiles, and it is absolutely fucking devastating. "Feels amazing, hyung. Can't wait for you to make me scream."
Seokjin decides to pull his eyes from Taehyung's face, cursing his stupid decision to have Taehyung on his back in the first place, and stares instead at his throat. Then, he continues to slowly thrust his hips until there is less friction, and, in one rough motion, Seokjin pushes his entire length into Taehyung and stills his hips, listening to Taehyung's moans and checking his face to make sure he is still happy.
The fucked out expression of bliss on Taehyung's face is so pretty. Seokjin has to remind himself that he is just here to use Taehyung and not to fall victim to his overwhelming beauty, so he begins to fuck him. The deep, strangled sounds of pleasure mixed with pain that rise and fall in Taehyung's chest and throat send a chill through Seokjin. He is enjoying this way too much; he needs to assert more control and snap the fuck out of it.
Seokjin sits all the way back and holds Taehyung's thighs open, rutting his hips roughly against Taehyung's ass, biting back moans. Taehyung grips onto his thighs to hug them closer and open himself more, and his head pushes into his pillow as he moans and whimpers, mouth hanging open.
"P-please," Taehyung whines. "Please be mean with me."
Seokjin leans forward, changing his angle, and Taehyung cries out, squeezing his thighs tightly. He slaps Taehyung on the face, watching with a sneer as Taehyung's eyes open wide. 
"You like the way daddy fucks you?" Seokjin growls. 
Taehyung bites his bottom lip and nods his head, and Seokjin slaps him again.
"Use your fucking words."
"Ah—I love the way daddy fucks me!"
"Tell daddy how good it feels."
Taehyung whimpers. "S-so good."
"That's all?"
Taehyung shakes his head, eyes wide and pleading. "The best! Daddy fucks me the best."
"Yeah? How many boys does my greedy little slut let fuck him?"
Taehyung gasps and looks at Seokjin with a confused, almost worried expression. Seokjin picks up his pace, fucking Taehyung as if doling out a punishment. With one hand, he grabs onto Taehyung's throat and gives it a squeeze, and Taehyung's moans become louder.
"F-fuck—ah, daddy!" Taehyung cries. "I'm gonna cum!"
"That's strange; I never said you could cum, baby," Seokjin growls, squeezing a little tighter.
"P-please!"
"No."
Seokjin continues to fuck Taehyung and he sobs and whines beneath him. 
"I c—I can't hold it, please!" 
Seokjin halts his hips completely and watches as Taehyung pouts and writhes around petulantly. 
"Daddy!"
"You will cum when I say you can."
Seokjin lets go of Taehyung's throat and slaps him on the chest, over marks that were once bright red, and Taehyung screams. 
"I want to cum!" Taehyung shouts, dropping his hands from his thighs to wiggle his limbs around in a tantrum. He moves his hips, slowly sliding his ass up and down Seokjin's cock, and Seokjin slaps Taehyung on the chest once more, smirking down at him as he cries out and continues to act childish.
"Unless you can hold me down and fuck yourself on me, you'll cum when I say you can."
Taehyung's head snaps forward, eyes wide and blazing with mirth, and he grins. "Is that so?"
Seokjin swallows hard and braces himself, In a swift motion, Taehyung sits up, pulling Seokjin's cock out of him in the process, then takes Seokjin by the shoulders and wrestles him down onto the mattress. Seokjin lands on his side, and he fights Taehyung, who is straddling his thighs, attempting to get Seokjin onto his back. Seokjin reaches up to grab Taehyung by the throat, and Taehyung slaps Seokjin's arm away, then slaps Seokjin across the mouth, leaving a stinging warmth behind.
Startled, Seokjin gasps, and Taehyung pauses to assess whether he has taken things too far, so Seokjin smirks and puts up more resistance, nearly toppling Taehyung over before he gets his bearings and asserts control once more. 
"Stop, Taehyung!" Seokjin shouts, and Taehyung sneers down at him. 
"Color, hyung?"
Seokjin scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Green, you little shit."
"That's what I fucking thought,” Taehyung grunts as he manages to get Seokjin's hands above his head, pinning him to the bed.
Taehyung sits back on Seokjin's cock without warning, and Seokjin groans loudly, falling pliant under Taehyung, eager to let him fuck himself on his cock for a little while. Taehyung grabs onto Seokjin's throat with one hand while holding Seokjin's hands down under the other and squeezes just enough to make him feel dizzy. Taehyung's ass feels so fucking good.
With a moan, Taehyung leans forward and spits into Seokjin's face, chuckling when he gasps and looks up at Taehyung incredulously. 
"Hyung likes how I use his big fucking cock, doesn't he?" Taehyung whimpers.
"Fuck," Seokjin whines, squeezing his eyes shut and allowing his head to roll to the side; it feels incredible. Taehyung grips onto his jaw and forces Seokjin to look up at him, making Seokjin wince. 
"Look at me while I fuck you, hyung," Taehyung growls. 
Seokjin tells himself to gain control back and get the upper hand, but the rocking, swaying motion of Taehyung's hips has Seokjin feeling intoxicated, and he does not want it to stop. 
"Gonna cum, hyungie," Taehyung moans. "Gonna cover you in my release and make you all sticky.”
"You think so, huh?" Seokjin groans. He feels himself getting close to his own orgasm, and he does not want to stop just yet.
Taehyung hums in agreement and bites his bottom lip as his head lolls back. When Taehyung makes eye contact once more, Seokjin feels the breath pushed from his lungs, feeling himself falling once more for his beauty.
Seokjin struggles and Taehyung pushes his hand down harder to restrain him. One hand is not enough, however, and once Seokjin pulls an arm from Taehyung's gasp, he grabs onto Taehyung's throat tightly enough to force his hands to release him, then he pushes Taehyung to the side and slams him into the mattress. 
Taehyung crumbles, one of his arms hanging off the side of the bed, and Seokjin releases his hold, gets onto his knees, and towers over him. Taehyung scrambles and gets into a seated position, but rather than pinning Seokjin down, he sits with his back against the wall amongst his pillows, hugging himself as if suddenly, he is cowering away. 
"Did I hurt you?" Seokjin asks, unable to read Taehyung's expression, which has fallen from excitement to something flat and distant. 
"We're play fighting," Taehyung says slowly.
"Y-yeah," Seokjin responds, gradually crawling to where Taehyung sits.
Taehyung somewhat robotically nods his head. "So you're not rejecting me."
Seokjin cocks his head and studies Taehyung, knitting his eyebrows, asking himself what just happened while his heart kicks like a drum against his ribs.
"Why would I reject you, baby?"
There is a thick tension that hangs between them, and Seokjin swallows a lump in his throat, waiting for Taehyung to continue. Taehyung clears his throat, then blinks a few times as if snapping out of some dark place he just let his mind wander off to. 
"Sorry," Taehyung mutters. "I don't know what came over me."
Seokjin lets out a sigh of relief. "Should we stop?"
"No," Taehyung shakes his head. "No, I don't want to stop, I just—I think some wires got crossed somewhere, and my brain went haywire."
Seokjin nods, taking a guess. "The pain mixed with the play fighting put you into a negative headspace, and you began to interpret the scene differently, feeling insecure?"
Taehyung's breath hitches, and he looks at Seokjin with wide, surprised eyes. 
"Yeah, I understand," Seokjin says. 
"Can we try again, and go slower this time?" Taehyung asks shyly.
"Of course," Seokjin says as he crawls on his hands and knees to Taehyung.
Seokjin spreads Taehyung's long, gorgeous legs, tugs him down until Taehyung is slouched enough that Seokjin can enter him once more, and pulls Taehyung into a kiss. His cock is still half-hard, only needing a few pumps to get it erect enough to slowly press into Taehyung's wet warmth, and both men groan as Seokjin gently licks into Taehyung's lips, holding him close. 
"I'll fuck you nice and slow, baby. Does this feel good?"
Seokjin moves his hips in deep, languid movements, and Taehyung turns to putty in his hands, moving his hips forward to give Seokjin a better angle and allowing him to get deeper. Although Taehyung is scrunched up in a ball, his head falls back, softly hitting the wall, and he moans loudly.
"Cum for me, baby," Seokjin says softly, "you feel so fucking good, I won't last long."
"Fuck me harder, hyung," Taehyung whines, and Seokjin picks up his pace, spearing Taehyung hard enough to have them both whimpering and trembling. 
Seokjin grabs onto Taehyung's cock, gathering the precum pooled on the tip, and lightly strokes it, making Taehyung whimper, "Please, hyung. Feels so good, please don't stop."
A messy swirl of emotions floods Seokjin's mind, tying his guts into knots, and he tries not to mull it over too much, doing his best to focus on bringing himself and Taehyung to orgasm so he can clean himself up and get the fuck out of here. Taehyung feels amazing, looks breathtaking, and is so wonderfully vulnerable that all Seokjin wants to do is run away as fast as he can and never look back. 
"Fuck, hyung," Taehyung whimpers, "I'm gonna cum."
"Cum for me, baby," Seokjin purrs, picking up his pace. 
Taehyung lets out a series of sobs and moans, then cums with a gasp, spraying himself on the chest and getting remnants of his release on Seokjin's hand. When Seokjin is sure Taehyung is finished, he releases his cock and pulls his hand to his mouth, licking Taehyung's heady, salty mess from his fingers. 
"Fuck, hyung," Taehyung whines with wide eyes and mouth agape. 
"Where should I cum baby?" Seokjin mutters, feeling the coil in his guts tighten, ready to snap. 
"In my mouth, hyung, please." 
Seokjin nods and pumps his cock roughly into Taehyung’s tight, perfect asshole once, twice, three more times before pulling out and fumbling to reach his mouth. Taehyung slides down on the bed, curling himself further to find an angle in which to reach Seokjin's cock, then swallows him eagerly, groaning as Seokjin's hips rut. 
"Fuck," Seokjin whines, "fuck, baby, that's it."
Taehyung hollows his cheeks and slurps Seokjin's cock down, watching him through his sticky eyelashes, and Seokjin cum hard, moaning and grabbing onto Taehyung's head to still his movements while his hips tremble and buck against Taehyung’s mouth. Seokjin pulls his spent cock from between his lips and sits back on his heels, trying to catch his breath and stop himself from spiraling.
"Wow," Taehyung mutters, straightening himself out. 
He has managed to wiggle himself out from under Seokjin. Seokjin hums in agreement, staring ahead dazed.
"You okay?" Taehyung asks.
Seokjin clears his throat. "Yeah, just spaced out," he lies. "That was a lot."
Taehyung chuckles. "Yeah, it sure was. Thanks, hyung. You're truly amazing, and well worth the wait."
Taehyung smiles so widely, so brightly, that Seokjin feels burdened by it—nauseated. 
"I hate to fuck and run, baby, but I have work in the morning," Seokjin mutters, running a hand through his hair. 
Taehyung nods, expression turning blank. "I understand, hyung," he says, crawling close and pulling Seokjin into a soft kiss. 
Seokjin feels like sobbing and swallows it down, squeezing his eyes shut. He can't believe fucking Taehyung has made him harbor so many feelings for him. Taehyung licks into Seokjin's mouth, and he does his best to reciprocate, then smiles softly when their lips part.
"Okay, hyung. Get home safely and sleep well. I'll miss you."
With a nod, Seokjin pushes himself to get out of Taehyung's bed. He stands on trembling legs and gathers his clothing, dresses quickly with his eyes trained on the floor before blowing a kiss in Taehyung's direction and walking himself to the door.
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Thursday morning, Seokjin calls out of work. He states he has a family emergency and that he will not be able to come in until Monday. His student assistants can handle the duties without him for a few days, so nobody causes a fuss or asks too many questions. 
Seokjin sighs with relief and curls in on himself in his bed, trying to think of anything but Taehyung's skin covered in red marks and the look on his face when he came on Seokjin's cock. Try as he might to pretend it never happened, small yellow bruises on Seokjin's thighs say otherwise. Seokjin closes his eyes and tries to picture Jungkook instead, deciding that, for the rest of the week, he needs to completely avoid seeing Taehyung.
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Taehyung: Not in the library, hyung?
Seokjin: No, I've been out running errands and visiting nearby schools for some facility planning and other boring shit
Taehyung: Boo, I miss you I guess it's best for me to be less distracted
Seokjin: You'll see me soon, silly
Taehyung: I hope so, hyung 😰
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The noodle bar is busier than usual this Friday afternoon, but Seokjin and Jungkook manage to sit in their regular booth in the corner against the window. Seokjin scoots in toward the wall, and Jungkook sits next to him, this time a little closer than usual. There is a soft blush that covers Jungkook's cheeks, and he doesn't make eye contact easily.
"You're so transparent; it's adorable," Seokjin mutters, reaching over to gently caress Jungkook's hand, which is gripping tightly to his thigh. Jungkook's breath hitches, and he looks surprised but relaxes into the touch and even slowly moves his hand to entwine his fingers with Seokjin's.
"I've had time to do some thinking," Jungkook says as he stares absently at the menu in front of him.  
"What's on your mind, pretty?" Seokjin asks. 
Jungkook swallows hard, then turns slightly toward Seokjin with a soft smile. "You. Us. Everything we discussed the night I confessed over several bottles of soju."
Seokjin hums in acknowledgment. 
"I guess we should discuss our expectations and all that, but...I don't know how to go about it. And I don't know if we even have the same expectations." Jungkook looks down, head tilted as if he is suddenly ashamed, and Seokjin squeezes his hand tighter.
"Let's get some food in you, and we can discuss all of that, okay? But don't look so worried. I told you I have feelings for you too, and that means I want to hear you out and take your wants and needs into consideration. I already expect that whatever we do moving forward will be a little difficult, but we can continue seeing each other the way we have been until the time comes that we feel comfortable with being in a public relationship."
Jungkook chuckles and rubs Seokjin's hand with his thumb. "It's so silly," he mutters.
"What's silly, Jungkook?"
Jungkook turns to Seokjin with damp, wide eyes and a soft smile, and his heart pounds in his chest. Jungkook is so pretty, even in his oversized gym clothes.
Just as Jungkook opens his mouth to speak, the server comes by with their food, and Jungkook drops Seokjin's hand, thanking the employee before tearing apart some wooden chopsticks. Flustered by this common occurrence, but also quite hungry, Seokjin decides whatever Jungkook was about to say can wait and picks up his own chopsticks to take a bite.
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Taehyung: Safe travels, hyung! Have fun this weekend!
Seokjin: Thanks, baby! Have fun with whatever you're doing, too
Taehyung: Studying, meh Perhaps I'll paint to pass the time
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"Wow, this place is amazing, hyung!" Jungkook says as he walks with a basket in his hands, eyeing his surroundings. 
It feels like deja vu bringing a pretty boy to picnic along the river, and Seokjin tries to block out memories of the first time he was here, making sure to lead Jungkook to a different spot under different trees than the ones he sat under, not long ago.
Jungkook curls up to Seokjin's side on his comforter and picks at the snacks they prepared together this morning, and Seokjin cracks open the first of several bottles of soju.
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"Tomorrow we hike," Seokjin slurs as they pack the blanket and basket, "and do whatever else you want. There are food carts and a night market down the way."
Jungkook grins, eyes shining brightly. "Sounds good, hyung."
"I rented a hanok for us to stay in, not far from here. Do you want to go there now and turn in early or do you want to explore the area?"
"Let's turn in now," Jungkook responds with a yawn. "The soju made me a little sleepy, and it's starting to get cold out."
"Sounds good," Seokjin says as he stands with a groan.
They make their way back to the car, chit-chatting about the river and how the sunset shines pink and orange across it. Jungkook is in a chipper mood tonight, and Seokjin can't help but grin widely as Jungkook points to every bird and rodent he sees, squealing with delight. The leaves have all changed to deeper shades of yellows and reds and fall around them, and Seokjin breathes in the autumn air, feeling grateful to be in this moment with Jungkook.
In the car, Jungkook holds Seokjin's hand while they drive the short distance to their rental home, and once they have gathered their luggage and have settled inside, Jungkook links their hands together once more, tugging Seokjin to the cushions in the main room.
"Wait, let's grab some water before we melt into the couch," Seokjin suggests, pulling Jungkook to the kitchen. The rooms are designed to have a traditional feeling while providing modern amenities, and Seokjin marvels at how charming the space is. Jungkook doesn't seem impressed, gazing only at Seokjin. 
With a glass of water in hand, they return to the main room and settle into a couch that is low to the ground and consists mostly of thick, satin cushions. Seokjin sits with a groan, his limbs feeling tired and weak, and Jungkook plops down beside him. 
"Hyung," Jungkook says, scooting close to Seokjin. "Thank you for bringing me here.”
"Of course," Seokjin says, taking a drink of water and doing his best to ignore the eager look on Jungkook's face. He wonders if all that soju was a mistake. "I'm glad to be in such a beautiful place with such a beautiful man."
Jungkook pulls the water from Seokjin's fingers, takes a drink, and sets it aside, then hoists one leg over Seokjin's lap, straddling his thighs. Seokjin gasps, looking at Jungkook with wide eyes. 
"Jungkook—" Seokjin mutters, but Jungkook shushes him. 
"Hyung," Jungkook pauses while his cheeks flush. "I need to kiss you. Please."
"But, I thought we—"
"We can. We will. We'll take it so, super slow. But I need to kiss you before I go crazy, hyung. Please."
Seokjin's hands hold onto Jungkook's impossibly tiny waist through his zip up hoodie, and he does his best to stop his heart from pounding so hard, taking slow, measured breaths.
Jungkook leans down with a smile and softly presses his lips into Seokjin's, and as Jungkook's cologne and musk flood his senses, Seokjin closes his eyes and pulls him closer, wrapping his arms around him. Seokjin darts his tongue out to lick at Jungkook's bottom lip, and Jungkook groans as he opens his mouth, flicking his tongue out as if to beckon Seokjin inside.
Kissing Jungkook is better than Seokjin could have imagined. Jungkook whimpers as he melts into Seokjin, his tongue shyly exploring before allowing Seokjin to take the lead and lick into his mouth. Pitchy, high moans fall from Jungkook's lips, and Seokjin swallows them whole, tightening his grip around his back and pulling him closer. 
Without thinking, Seokjin slides his hands down to Jungkook's ass and squeezes, and Jungkook mewls as his hips rock, sending a wave of pleasure over Seokjin's cock. Jungkook runs his hands over Seokjin's chest and squeezes his pecs, and Seokjin whimpers from the friction over his nipples.
"Fuck, Jungkook," Seokjin mutters against Jungkook's mouth. "We're supposed to take it slow."
Jungkook whines and rolls his hips, deliberately rubbing his ass over Seokjin's cock. "Fuck slow, hyung. I need you."
Seokjin gives in long enough to let Jungkook lick into his mouth more aggressively and rock his hips down harder before he comes to his senses, pulling from the kiss. Jungkook is undeterred, nibbling along Seokjin's chin, down to his neck.
"Wait, baby, wait." Seokjin says, grabbing Jungkook gently by the ribs and pushing him just far enough away from Seokjin that they can look each other in the eye. Jungkook's lips are swollen and red, and he looks absolutely sinful.
"Call me that again," Jungkook smirks.
"Baby," Seokjin says sternly. "Are you sure you want to do this? You said—"
"I know what I said," Jungkook huffs, leaning forward enough that Seokjin releases his hold. It is futile; Jungkook is a lot stronger than he is. "I want you to fuck me. Please, hyung. I've wanted it for so long."
Seokjin wraps his arms around Jungkook's ribs. "I know, baby, I have too, but we should think about—"
"No, you don't understand. I haven't just wanted you since I came to college, hyung. I've always wanted you. I applied to that university because of you."
Seokjin clears his throat, feeling a pile of emotions hit him all at once. He is far too intoxicated from both the soju and from Jungkook's eager hips and spit-slicked lips to process this information.
"I've been in love with you for so long," Jungkook whines, pulling Seokjin into a kiss. Seokjin melts into the feeling, but his heart picks up its pace, making Seokjin feel dizzy.
"Please," Jungkook whines, rolling his hips over Seokjin's cock. 
"Baby—"
"Hyung, I'm not a kid anymore. I want you so bad. Please, I can make you feel so good."
Seokjin's phone vibrates, causing him to flinch, and he pulls it from his pocket and tosses it aside. Whoever is messaging right now can wait. Jungkook goes back to nibbling on Seokjin's neck, this time a little harder, hands trailing down over his ribs to his waist. He shifts his hips back and runs his hands further down until they are both resting over the bulge in Seokjin's pants, and Seokjin whimpers softly.
"So hard for me, hyung," Jungkook teases, and Seokjin snickers.
"Of course I am."
The screen on Seokjin's phone lights up once more, vibrating on the cushion, and Seokjin does his best to ignore it as Jungkook's fingers make quick work of his belt, button, and zipper. 
"Hyung is popular." Jungkook teases, biting his lip as he opens Seokjin's fly, eyes widening as they land on Seokjin's hard cock pressing against black briefs.
Seokjin scoffs, "It's probably nobody."
The phone buzzes again, and Jungkook rolls his eyes as he sits back on his heels, sighing dramatically. "Tell whoever it is that I want to suck your dick and that you'll respond later."
"You wanna suck my dick, huh?" Seokjin teases, and Jungkook pouts. 
"I do, but hyung's phone keeps distracting me."
Seokjin grabs his phone, looking at the screen briefly before he decides to just turn the damn thing off, doing his best not to blush. Jungkook lets out a humorless laugh and takes the phone from his hand before Seokjin can shut it down, and Seokjin gasps, reaching feebly for it.
"Jungkook—"
Jungkook clears his throat, reading the messages on the screen aloud, "Thanks for being such a perfect muse and helping me break out of my funk, hyung. I owe you the world. I was right, by the way; you really are pretty when you cum."
Seokjin feels nauseated, swallowing down the taste of bile in his throat, and Jungkook sets his phone down beside him, sitting on the floor. The silence is terrifying, but Seokjin doesn't know what to say, so he says nothing. 
After the longest minute of Seokjin's life, Jungkook tugs his mouth into a straight line and says, "I'm going to bed. Sleep well, hyung," Then he gets up, and walks away from Seokjin.
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ANJ OUR RESIDENT TAEJINKOOK ANGEL💗 happy happy birthday and I hope you have the best relaxation and things life can offer today. You’ve been so wonderful here and when you’re away for a little while, it seriously can be felt, which says something about you🥺💕 I love you, and have a great bday!!🥳
Ryen!!!! Oh my god literally the other day I was thinking about you!! Hi 😭
Thank you so much bubs 🥺🥺 I miss you so much! I love youuuu!! 🤍🤍
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roadtwt · 1 year
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oiii vc poderia fazer headers dos taejinkook naquele msm estilo tbm pf???? mt obgda 💗
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cherriyie · 2 years
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Taejinkook layouts !♡
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—headers not mine, cr goes to the owner^^
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ugh-yoongi · 11 months
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🧠 for you suck!taejinkook pls
my beloved ys! crew 😭 ty for asking about them!
🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.
jin — lies about everything for fun but then doesn’t remember what he lied about and starts to believe it. that tome he gave you of supposed vampire history and bylaws? yeah he got bored one afternoon while you were at work and wrote it as a joke, except it was so long and detailed and sprinkled with half-truths and you keep acting like it’s canon that he’s now gaslit you and himself.
taehyung — obsessed with xander to the point that he has to be disinvited from your home repeatedly because he keeps trying to abduct him. pulls the “oh, i’m not allowed to talk to the cat for five minutes?” routine from that one run episode every time, despite the fact that he’s got a backpack on that mysteriously keeps meowing.
jungkook — becomes a mukbang streamer except people are less impressed when it’s not a tiny girl eating a lot of food, so he scams his way into some prestigious culinary school and eventually opens his own chain of restaurants. has no clue how to run a business. somehow still makes a ton of money and then hires someone else to manage them and goes back to streaming fortnite or something.
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