taekook au ♡ nsfw

When they first got together, Taehyung made the assumption that Jungkook would be his typical reserved self during sex.

He simply could not have been more wrong.
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• TAG: under-negotiated kink (they try something without fully talking it out)
• lil bit of nsfw
• lil bit of angst
• lil bit of fluff
• the Juliet brand
No, he didn’t notice it when they first started sleeping together.

Can you really blame him?
4 years spent pining after the nation’s golden boy, drooling out the corner of his mouth, short circuiting at every flash of skin, and you think Taehyung had time to notice it the first time they kissed? First time they fucked?
No way. He’s just thankful he didn’t black out the second he got Jungkook underneath him.
Granted they were a little drunk the first time, liquid courage and all that bullshit. Jungkook wasn’t even trying to push Taehyung’s buttons, just slipped himself between him and the bar and tried licking a line of salt off his neck.
He failed, but it was enough to get Taehyung to yank Jungkook closer and blurt out, “Let me stick my tongue down your throat.”
Jungkook just barely managed to stop Jimin’s hand from smacking Taehyung in the head, and then he yanked him out of the bar by the wrist, waving off Namjoon’s warning of, “Flight leaves at 8am tomorrow. We /will/ leave without you two if you’re late.”
The next two hours were a blur of high pitched moans and desperate kisses and an adorable squeak from the maknae when Taehyung bit down on a nipple. He can’t really picture details of the night, just the flush of pink on Jungkook’s face and thighs, the sting of teeth on his lip.
Taehyung remembers shaking the haze out of his eyes so he could watch Jungkook bouncing on his cock, so he didn’t slur his words together as he praised him in a mantra of “baby you’re so good, so fucking tight, my pretty baby, yes, fuck, fucking perfect—”
They made it out of the hotel and into the van just in time the next morning (Jungkook’s shirt on backwards, Taehyung wearing a scarf in July), blushing furiously when Hoseok and Jimin holler and pound their backs.
Jungkook sits with him and bites down a smile when their fingers link together, brushing his thumb over the back of his hand.
“Bout time you two got your shit together,” Jimin snorted once they made it back home, far from potential paps. “Fucking tired of hearing Taehyung whine about wanting to choke on—”

As Taehyung tackled Jimin off the couch, shoving his fist down his throat, Jungkook’s face fell.
His voice was rough when he spoke. “Don’t tell me we could have been doing this sooner.”

“Quit looking at me like that, Kook-ah,” Taehyung mumbled, a weird feeling building in his chest. “You were just as scared as I was.”
Taehyung fucked him slowly that night. Trailed his mouth across Jungkook’s hips and stomach as he stretched him open. Ran a hand through his hair as he pushed inside, swallowed his moans like wine.
Called him beautiful and sweet and everything else he had been holding back up until that moment. Kissed the tears that threatened to slip out.

And now they’re…together? Dating? Sorta, kinda, maybe.
They don’t really have a lot of options, considering their circumstances and their very limited privacy.

But they’re making it work. He’s Jungkook’s and Jungkook is his. That’s enough for now.
It was hard finding time to be alone and even harder to find a door that locked.

In the years that he had fantasized about being with
Jungkook, he made a few different guesses. Maybe Jungkook was into rough sex, maybe vanilla maybe top maybe bottom maybe he WASNT EVEN GAY.
But the last thing he’d expected was the actual truth.

Jungkook was clingy during sex.

Like. Real clingy.

Breathing the same air, scratches on his back, whimpers when he’s not getting the attention he wants, makes the other members sign a petition when Taehyung doesn’t call him baby.

That kind of clingy.
How was Taehyung supposed to guess that? Jungkook was so /cautious/ around him in public, never brave enough to risk more than a few longful gazes or a brushing of his arm.
Taehyung was lucky if he got to hold his hand for longer than ten seconds before someone behind a camera clicked their tongue and they were forced to step back.

He took chances for those thighs though, golden and thick and Taehyung was not about to pass up free real estate.
Jungkook, on the other hand, was very talented at keeping a solid distance between him and Taehyung.

He slipped up sometimes, the urge to touch Taehyung’s shoulder or waist strong enough to crack his resolve every now and then.
Still, compared to Taehyung, he was as touchy-feely as a ghost, barely there moments that made the hairs stick up on Taehyung’s neck.

But as soon as Taehyung got his pants off, Jungkook turned into a big muscular koala.
“Come here,” the younger would always say. A plea. A demand. “Come here.”

And it was...hot? God it was so fucking hot.
At first it was the hands. Jungkook somehow managed to keep at least one hand on Taehyung at all times when they fucked. Whether they were wrapped around his shoulders, or pressing on his back, or in his hair—it didn’t matter.
If he wasn’t touching Taehyung, he’d whine and wiggle around until his palm brushed skin.

“Come here.”
Then it was the legs.

Again, all dependent on position, but Jungkook is /very/ talented. Whenever the opportunity rose, he’d lift both legs and wrap them securely around Taehyung’s hips, or he’d hook an ankle over his thigh and tug him closer.

“Come here.”
But what really made it all click for Taehyung was Jungkook’s goddamn mouth. Jungkook fucking hated it when he couldn’t kiss Taehyung when they were having sex.

And while Taehyung didn’t consider himself the smartest member of the band, it was pretty easy to figure out.
Jungkook always craned his head up to mouth along his neck, nudging his face for a kiss or a peck, something, anything.

If he was too overwhelmed to actually kiss him he’d still press himself to Taehyung, panting against his cheek, moaning into his ear.

“Come. Here.”
When they first got together, he had trouble focusing on anything but the blazing feeling in the chest, the one he couldn’t name, the one that bloomed with the realization that he was fucking /Jungkook/, that it was his name leaving his lips with every push of Taehyung’s hips.
Now, Taehyung has picked up on the way Jungkook uses every tactic to touch and feel and hold Taehyung when they’re together.

Not like, in public. Jesus, he’s not an idiot.

No, no, when they’re /together/, together.
Like when—when Jungkook tangles both hands in Taehyung’s hair, holding Taehyung’s face between his legs with his thighs hooked over his shoulders.
Like when he pulls Taehyung up on his knees and thrusts into him from behind, resting his head on Taehyung’s shoulder, both arms around his waist like a life vest.
Like when they giggle into each other’s ears because Jungkook’s legs are wrapped too tight around Taehyung, and when he tries to pull back he ends up lifting them both off the mattress.
“Hyung. Hyung!”

“Huh?” Taehyung startles out of his thoughts, jerking in his seat before peering over at Jungkook. He's lying sideways on Taehyung’s bed, head tipped over the side with a frown tugging at his lips.
“Hyung.” Jungkook’s hair flops up on his forehead. “Are you listening to me?”

“Sorry,” Taehyung sighs, dropping his pen on the desk. “I got distracted. What were you saying?”
“Just. Come here.”

“I’m almost finished with these,” Taehyung replies, glancing at the mess of lyrics scribbled in his notebook. “They just don’t make a lot of sense right now.”
“Then take a break.”

Taehyung spins around in his chair at lightning speed. “What the shit—are you feeling alright? Suggesting a /break/ from work?”

“Fuck you,” Jungkook laughs, rolling off the bed.
He crosses the room to swing himself onto Taehyung’s lap, lips peppering at his cheek. Taehyung raises his hands to smooth them down Jungkook’s sides and hums, content.

“What’s it about?” Jungkook asks, shifting slightly to peer down at Taehyung’s notebook.

He scoffs, arms twining around Taehyung’s neck. “Ha ha.”

“Hey,” Taehyung says and pouts, leaning back slightly. “I’m serious.”
Jungkook looks taken aback, eyes widening before he coughs into his fist and looks away. “Oh.”

Taehyung pauses, giving the younger a moment before he kisses him gently on the neck. “That okay?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook whispers, hands sliding down Taehyung’s chest, fingers fumbling with his jeans. The blush is back, blooming on his cheeks as he finds Taehyung’s mouth and molds their lips together. “That’s okay.”
Taehyung smiles into the kiss, giggles when Jungkook grunts in frustration.

“Zippers on the side, baby.”

“Stupid fucking pants,” Jungkook says, fingers scratching at the fabric.
“Here, get off, lemme do it.”

“No,” Jungkook refuses. He scoots closer instead, forehead almost knocking into Taehyung’s.
“Just for a second,” Taehyung says, their lips brushing when he tips his head up. “Get on the bed.”

Jungkook kisses him again, then once more, before sliding off his lap and bouncing back onto the bed.
He grins at Taehyung, patiently waiting as he strips off his jeans, before lifting his hips so Taehyung can get rid of his own.

“Missed you,” Jungkook mumbles into their next kiss, parting his legs so Taehyung can align their hips together.
Taehyung hums. “Spent all morning with you.”

“Not like this,” Jungkook argues, hands moving up Taehyung’s back, carefully digging his nails into his shoulders.

“I know,” Taehyung says. “I know. I missed you too.”
The next few moments are practiced, perfected over the course of their relationship. Taehyung knows where to touch him, where to press and kiss to get all the muscles that Jungkook’s flexing to just fucking relax. He melts under his touch, body sagging into the bed.
Jungkook is just as precise, seemingly unable to control the noises he lets out but Taehyung knows better. /He/ knows that /Jungkook/ knows how much it turns him on to hear those whines, those gasps that drive him crazy.
It’s when they’re both naked and Jungkook’s got one hand in his hair and one around his neck that Taehyung gets an idea. His initial thought is that his actions will rial Jungkook up more, a sort of edging that neither of them have tried before.
He lets go of Jungkook’s waist to grab each of his wrists, then pins them down on the bed beside his head.

Jungkook immediately pulls away from the kiss, staring up at him with wide eyes.
“What are you doing?” He asks, voice still shaky, still breathless. His eyes scatter over Taehyung’s face, dropping to his collarbone before looking back and waiting for an answer.

“Keep them here.”
“Huh?” Jungkook’s eyebrows crinkle. “What?”

“Your hands,” Taehyung says, kissing Jungkook’s cheek. “Keep them here while I touch you.”

“Oh,” Jungkook says, shifting a little underneath him.
“Okay?” Taehyung asks.

Jungkook swallows. Flexes his fingers. Rolls his wrists around and nods. “Okay.”

“Good,” Taehyung says, dropping another kiss to his nose. “I’m gonna let go. Don’t move.”
Jungkook doesn’t answer, just cranes his neck, asking for another kiss which Taehyung quickly gives him. He pulls away just as quickly, letting go of Jungkook’s wrists to continue moving down his body.
He wants Jungkook in his mouth, wants to hear him lose his ability to speak as he takes care of him, but he doesn’t even get to Jungkook’s belly before a hand lands on his shoulder.
“Jungkook,” he says, snatching his hand and pressing it back to the mattress. “I said keep them there.”

“Sorry,” Jungkook hushes, squirming. His other hand is still where Taehyung left it, fingers twitching as if involuntarily.
And Taehyung makes a mistake. They’ve never tried something like this before, nor has he even mentioned what he’s noticed about Jungkook’s behavior during sex.

He reads his boyfriend wrong. He makes a wrong call.
He sees that Jungkook is still hard and his face is still flushed and his voice is still faint. He feels Jungkook’s legs trying to wrap around his own and he assumes his boyfriend is turned on by his actions.
“Don’t touch me,” Taehyung says. Not harshly, not aggressive even in the slightest, but still a command. “Keep your hands here.”

Jungkook stares at him. He doesn’t look nervous, just confused, and Taehyung can admit he’s sprung this on the younger.
But it’s only a moment later that he’s nodding again, shifting, agreeing to Taehyung’s command. He slowly brings his hand back up by his head, eyes fluttering closed.

“Okay,” he whispers.
Taehyung checks his face once more, doesn’t see anything he’d consider alarming, and then dips his head back down. He kisses down Jungkook’s stomach, slips two fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulls.
Jungkook’s breathing has picked up above him, but again, Taehyung assumes it’s because his lips are centimeters away from his cock and that would certainly make Taehyung’s heart rate pick up too.
He still glances up, just in case, and sees Jungkook’s eyes squeezed shut, his hands clenching and unclenching the blankets.

“Good,” Taehyung says, because it’s obvious Jungkook is holding back. “Don’t touch.”
Kissing up the length of his cock, Taehyung wraps his hands around Jungkook’s thighs and presses his legs further apart.

Jungkook whines. Taehyung swears.
He’s wrapping his lips around the head of Jungkook’s cock, done with this teasing game, when it happens.


He lifts his head.
“I don’t—” Jungkook cuts off, furiously shaking his head. “I don’t like this.”

Taehyung’s heart stutters. He pushes up on his hands, looking down at Jungkook’s twisted expression.

“What?” He croaks.
“I don’t like this,” Jungkook says again, voice breaking at the end. “At—at /all/.”

“Oh,” he says, cupping Jungkook’s face. His eyes flicker over what he can see, crumbling when he fails to find any pleasure, or any bliss in Jungkook’s eyes. He sees only discomfort.
“Honey,” he whispers. “What’s wrong? Tell me. Tell me what’s wrong?”

“Why don’t you want me to touch you?” Jungkook asks, his hands now clasped together above his head. His nails are clawing into the gaps between his fingers.
Taehyung doesn’t answer right away, just lets go of his face to pry Jungkook’s fingers apart, guiding them back around his neck.

“M’sorry,” he says, wilting at the realization that he’s caused this reaction in Jungkook.
“So sorry,” Taehyung continues, as Jungkook’s hands run into his hair, across his shoulders, down his back. “That was bad. Really bad. I’m so sorry.”

Jungkook sucks in a deep breath. “I didn’t like it.”
“We won’t do it again,” Taehyung promises. “Never again. I’m sorry.”

“Why?” Jungkook whispers. His face has softened, but his hands give away his desperation, still moving along Taehyung’s skin in every direction. “Why’d you want to?”
“I thought it’d be hot,” Taehyung says weakly, not wanting to lie but embarrassed by his admission. “You get so clingy and I thought…I don’t know, I thought it’d kinda be like edging.”
“Edging?” Jungkook asks, but he huffs out a small laugh with it. The sound helps ease the churning in Taehyung’s stomach. “That’s dumb.”

“It was dumb,” Taehyung agrees. “Fucking mad dumb. I won’t do it again.”
They’re quiet for a bit after that, having resolved the issue but still recovering. He wraps his arms under Jungkook and tips them sideways, laying them both down on the bed. One of Jungkook’s hands gets squished between them but he keeps it there, pressed to Taehyung’s chest.
“I’m sorry,” Taehyung says for the final time, nuzzling his nose into Jungkook’s cheek, holding him tight. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Jungkook assures him. “I was more confused than anything.”
He looks up at Taehyung. “I didn’t realize I was so clingy.”

“Me either,” Taehyung says. “Not for a long time. Is there—like, is there a reason for it?”

Jungkook thinks for a moment.
“I just don’t ever get to touch you,” he says. “I know the other members don’t care, but we’re never just around the other members. I feel like I’m sitting on my hands all day until we’re finally alone. And sometimes it’s /weeks/ before we’re alone.”
Taehyung blinks. “I didn’t think that was hard for you,” he says. “Holding back. You always look so calm.”

“Of course it’s hard for me,” Jungkook says, pressing the words to Taehyung’s lips. “I love you. All I wanna do is hold you.”
That could ruin him. Taehyung knows this, as he moves his arm so Jungkook can use it as a pillow.

He knows this boy could ruin him.
They don’t have a lot of options. Barely any privacy. But Taehyung knows all this already, and it’s never stopped him from loving Jungkook before.
“Hold me now,” Taehyung says, kissing the space between Jungkook’s eyebrows.

He buries his face in Taehyung’s neck, so close that Taehyung can’t tell which heartbeat is his own.

“I don’t wanna waste a single moment of our time.”
the end 💗

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