hi i havent forgotten about this one uwu
and i know how its gonna end uwu
The bell rings again, a sharp piercing noise.
"Tae--," he barely manages to say his name before Taehyung pulls him into his arms, pressing him into his chest and pushing the door closed with his heel.
Taehyung groans as he pulls Hoseok impossibly closer, making him lose his breath. Hoseok weakly pushes against Taehyung's chest. Taehyung is wounded-- he's bloody and hurt.
"Please, hold me."
Hoseok doesn't get to finish his words before Taehyung slams their lips together. Hoseok gasps and Taehyung takes the opportunity to slip in his tongue.
Taehyung's mouth tastes like copper, Hoseok opens his eyes wide with worry. The blood is fresh.
"Tae," he extends his hand out and slowly caresses Taehyung's cheek.
"You're not wearing underwear."
Hoseok sucks in his breath. "Tae, you're hurt-"
"Hyung, please. I want to love you.'
Taehyung's voice cracks.
we getting some steamy times today
Taehyung's mouth sucks bruises into Hoseok's skin even as his own body lay scattered with wounds far more severe.
Taehyung hums before he pulls Hoseok into the bedroom, immediately pushing him onto the soft white sheets and crashing their bodies together.
He nips at Hoseok's hardened nipple, pulling it harshly and sucking around it till the skin becomes tender and red.
"Hyung," he bites harshly, making Hoseok moan.
Hoseok is a sobbing mewling mess when Taehyung sits back and looks down.
He looks absolutely debauched. Hair a frayed mess on the white pillow, lips bruised and swollen. Chest red, and littered with Taehyung's bite marks.
Taehyung pushes his legs apart, ready to consume.
He rummages in the drawer for some lube, and hurries towards his boyfriend, fingers already coated and rubbing together to warm it up.
He nudges Hoseok's thighs apart before he slowly teases his rim with his index finger.
Hoseok is so beautiful.
He slowly inserts his lube covered finger into Hoseok's hole, teasing his pink puckered Rin before pushing it in. Hoseok shudders and gasps as he revels in the mixture of discomfort and pleasure.
Taehyung watches as if he's bewitched.
Maybe he is.
Maybe Hoseok is magical.
Taehyung moves his finger , pressing into Hoseok's walls and stretching them, before adding another and scissoring it, successfully stretching Hoseok's hole.
"Tae," Hoseok is a whining whimpering mess.
And any other time, Taehyung would revel in the glory of his power.
Suddenly, Jungkook's face flashes before his eyes and he sucks in a breath. Hoseok opens his eyes and looks at Taehyung with concern.
But before he can ask what's wrong, Taehyung sheathes himself,in rubber, pours lube over hinselves and pushes in.
remind me never to write smut at 2 am
this is horrible
no wonder taehyung is crying
And we're back
Its half an hour to 1 am and I'm gonna write until I fall asleep
Had a terrible day
Gonna vent with this story
"Tae, it hurts."
Taehyung's eyes widen in surprise, before it dawns on him that he hadn't stretched Hoseok out before pushing his engorged member into him.
I'm so sorry."
He pulls all the way out, reaching to get off his lover and help him up. But Hoseok pulls him down. He wraps his legs around Taehyung's waist and pulls him close.
"It hurts. But I'm okay.'
Hoseok locks his ankles in place around Taehyung's hips.
"Im okay, Tae."
Hoseok's smile is bright and Serene and plain beautiful. Taehyung feels his eyes well up with the magnitude of his love.
"Fuck, hyung. I'm so sorry."
His voice breaks on a sob and he slowly sheaths himself back into Hoseok's tight warmth.
"So fucking sorry."
Taehyung snaps his hips back before pistoning into Hoseok. Hoseok winces as his body is pushed towards the headrest, his hands scratching into the mattress and his mouth hanging loose, small broken pants and hiss leaving his swollen lips.
"It's okay," Hoseok shudders as he pulls Taehyung down towards his lips. Taehyung is quick to latch on, kissing Hoseok with renewed vigor.
He wants to drown in Hoseok's body.
He wants to forget everything that's happened in the last few hours.
Taehyung pulls out before slamming. Hoseok's body arches upward, convulsing in a deep shudder before he spills onto both their cheats, white strings of his release painting their tanned skin.
Taehyung fucks into Hoseok, not relenting even when he sobs in oversensitivity.
"Sorry," he whispers, feeling his gut tighten and twist as a familiar heat began to build up. Taehyung's pace intensifies. "Sorry, hyung."
Hoseok brings his palm up to hold Taehyung's face, his hands warm against Taehyung's cheeks.
"It's okay, Tae. Use me please."
Taehyung's heart stutters , even as he tips over the edge and empties his load into the condom. He rides out his high, still thrusting into a whimpering and sobbing Hoseok, before he collapses on his chest.
And Taehyung's own fave twists in agony.
He'd been using Hoseok by venting his frustrations through sex.
Taehyung sighs,rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.
Taehyung sighs, breath escaping in little tufts.
"Hyung, do you know about how I go into every game, ready to give it my all. Give my absolute best."
"It's because I love winning. So fucking much.
I love knowing I'm worth something, I'm good enough.
It makes m we feel like my existence-- my reason for being where I am-- is justified."
"But today, I faced a friend."
And I couldn't fight like I wanted to.
I couldn't give it my all."
Hoseok pulls Taehyung into his arms, Taehyung wraps his own around Hoseok's waist.
"I always want to win.
But this time--"
"This is the first time I wish I had lost.
The first time I wish I had let my opponent beat me."
His closes his eyes and cries jnyo Hoseok's warm chest.
This is so fucking long
Is anyone even reading?
If u r
Enjoyyyyyy 💜 💜
"I'm in the finals. It's make or break. All of nothing."
Taehyung nips softly at Hoseok's skin, making him moan.
Want you to watch me win."
Taehyung tightens his grip on Hoseok's waist, pulling him into his lap.
"Want you to be proud of me."
He doesn't want to go.
He doesn't like it when Taehyung fights.
He doesn't like when Taehyung gets hurt.
But he knows how important this match is, how it's Taehyung's last match.
"Yeah, I'll be there."
Taehyung's answering smile is bright and dopey and fucking beautiful, and it makes Hoseok's heart warm over with love. He bends down and peck:s Taehyung's lips, puling back too soon.
Hoseok barely manages to whisper out his words before Taehyung pulls him down into a passionate kiss, nipping his lips and whispering into his mouth how much he loves him.
He smiles wistfully as they make love, allowing Taehyung to ravish his body and distract him from the uneasy tingle that coils in his chest.
/It'll be okay. Everything will be alright./
ummmm things gonna get kinda shit from here on
so heads up
There's half an hour to go.
Half an hour before he gets up on that stage and faces the reigning champ. Taehyung's never made it this far. He's never made it till this final round.
He's all alone in the backstage locker room.
And he's absolutely shaking.
The door creaks open to reveal a meek Hoseok, hiding something behind his back. Taehyung's shoulders slump in relief
"Hyung," he doesn't even have the energy to get up and approach Hoseok
He pulls Hoseok by his waist towards, kissing his chest through his sweater. "Hyung, are you here to wish me luck?"
Hoseok nods, before he pulls away.
But he stops short when Hoseok brings out what he's so far hidden behind his back.
His throat clogs as his entire body freezes.
It's a purple banner with "Taehyung Fighting" written in pretty golden letters.
"Hyung," he whispers as he pulls Hoseok back into his arm, nuzzling into his chest. Hoseok wraps his arms around Taehyung after covering him in the purple banner, almost like a cloak.
"Hyung. Hyung. Hyung."
Bros this fic is making me so sad
Like legit tearing up
I don't wanna write this bros
Why are they so soft and gay and in love and
"You're gonna win, Tae. I know it."
Taehyung's eyes well up and he pulls Hoseok imopssibly further towards himself.
Hoseok giggles. It's almost like Taehyung isn't incapable of saying anything else. It warms up his heart.
If you're uncomfortable with that, you can skip this part and come back later
I'll probably finish this arc tonight
You can use the tag #vhopeboxerau to see the end of this arc, where the sad shit is over
"Where are you going, Tae?"
Taehyung sighs once again.
"Jungkook said he wants to give me a good luck charm. Gonna go take it from him, he's waiting in the back."
"I'll get it over with real quick." He giggles, "Although, I doubt his charm can be that efficient what with how he lost our match."
Hoseok punches him playfully, lips pulling up in a smile.
"Tae, why don't I take it for you. That way, you can just relax before you go on. You can get in the right headset."
Taehyung contemplates Hoseok's words, before he nods softly