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a 🔞#taegikook au where yoongi and jungkook are dating and in love, even have a shared apartment and a life together, but the way taehyung looks at yoongi makes him impossible to ignore.

// cheating

[1] “Are you on your way?” Yoongi asked, tilting his head to keep the phone to his ear as he moved about the kitchen.

“No,” Jungkook sighed heavily, his tone apologetic, “I’ll be another hour at least.”

Yoongi frowned. “Everything okay?”

[2] “Yea, just have to get a presentation done for next week before I can leave. It’s a big deal…” Jungkook trailed off.

“Take your time,” Yoongi assured him quickly, hearing the regret and guilt in his voice.

[3] Jungkook always hated when he came home late or cancelled plans over work and it had been happening a lot lately. But, if all went well, he’d get promoted, so Yoongi figured it was worth it, as did Jungkook. “We can wait to have dinner until you get home.”

[4] “Taehyung-hyung is already there?” Jungkook asked.

Yoongi’s eyes slid to Taehyung, who was leaning against the kitchen table with his arms crossed. The second Yoongi met his eyes, his thoughts evaporated. He always looked at him with such /intensity/, such… /want/.

[5] Yoongi ignored it usually, but it was getting harder every time. “Yea, he got here a few minutes ago.”

Jungkook sighed. “That’s good. At least you’re not waiting alone.”

“I can be alone sometimes,” Yoongi teased, pointedly turning away from Taehyung and those eyes.

[6] “I know, but I’m sad I’m the one making you be that way lately. I’ll make it up to you. Maybe we can take a vacation when this is all over?”

Yoongi smiled. “I’d love that. Now get back to work so you can come home.”

“Yes, sir,” Jungkook agreed with a chuckle. “Love you.”

[7] “I love you too,” Yoongi returned before hanging up and setting his phone on the counter. Without turning back to Taehyung, he cleared his throat. “Jungkook has to finish some things at work. He’ll be another hour or two.”

“I gathered as much,” Taehyung told him.

[8] Yoongi began covering the dinner he’d prepared so it wouldn’t get cold. Taehyung watched closely, eyes drawn to the movements of his hands as he placed the covers over top, the way they lingered before patting softly like he was confirming they’d stay where he placed them.

[9] Everything about Yoongi was delicate and small, and the more Taehyung saw it, the more he wanted it for himself. He knew that Yoongi had Jungkook, knew they loved each other, but that mattered less and less to him. Yoongi just drew him in and he wanted to ruin him.

[10] If Yoongi didn’t react to him the way he did, Taehyung was sure he wouldn’t even entertain these thoughts, he wasn’t a monster, but Yoongi /did/ react. His eyes would dart to Taehyung and linger, tracing his body before flitting away.

[11] He’d blush whenever he caught Taehyung looking at him. Sometimes, he’d even trail off mid-sentence, his eyes going blank like he was imagining something. Taehyung would give /anything/ to know what that was.

[12] He knew Yoongi would never do anything, of course. Not about his clear attraction to Taehyung, nor about Taehyung’s not-so-subtle advances. But Taehyung was also sure if he did something, Yoongi would let him, would /want/ him to.

[13] Licking his lips, Taehyung watched as Yoongi turned toward him, his hands clasped together in front of him, and smiled briefly. “What do you want to do until Jungkook comes home?”

“I can think of a few things,” Taehyung said slowly.

[14] Yoongi’s breath hitched and he looked away. He couldn’t make eye contact with Taehyung when he /looked at him like that/. “Oh?”

Taehyung hummed and stepped closer until he was within inches of Yoongi. They weren’t touching, but it was close, closer than they usually were.

[15] Yoongi felt a blush creep up his cheeks, turning his face hot, and kept his head down. This was wrong. Taehyung needed to back up. Needed to stop looking at him like that. But Yoongi didn’t say that, and it made Taehyung smile. “Yea, I think I can keep us entertained.”

[16] “You’re too close,” Yoongi murmured quietly, feeling a bit proud of himself.

“Am I?” Taehyung wondered.

“Yes. And stop… stop looking at me like that,” Yoongi added.

“How am I looking at you, hyung?”

[17] Yoongi’s eyes flicked up and widened, seeing the look he’d noticed before again, but worse. Taehyung always watched him with such want. It was so obvious and it made Yoongi’s blood run hot. He thought he’d grow used to it the longer he ignored it but it was different now.

[18] The want was still there but now there was /hunger/ too. Taehyung was looking at him like he wanted to swallow Yoongi whole. “Like… like you want to eat me.”

Taehyung smiled sharply. “I do.”

“Taehyung, please...”

[19] “Please what?” Taehyung asked, leaning in even further while still making sure not to touch. He wanted Yoongi, wanted to take him apart before Jungkook got home, wanted to hear him sob his name, but he wouldn’t touch first.

[20] He never wanted Yoongi to be able to say he hadn’t wanted this too. If they were going to commit a sin, they were going to commit it /together/.

“Don’t,” Yoongi pleaded softly, shame making his voice weak.

[21] He hated this, hated how his body reacted to Taehyung, to the way he looked, the way he spoke, just /everything/. Jungkook was so /good/ and Yoongi loved him. Why did Taehyung do this to him? Why did he /want it/?

[22] “I haven’t done anything, hyung,” Taehyung pointed out, his head tilting as he watched the emotions flit across Yoongi’s face. “We’re only talking.”

Yoongi closed his eyes, his breathing shallow. “You know that’s not true.”

[23] “Maybe,” Taehyung admitted. “Maybe all I think about is kissing you, touching you, fucking you until you can’t remember your own name. Maybe that’s all true, but I haven’t done that.”

[24] Unable to stop himself from finally meeting Taehyung’s gaze, Yoongi lifted his eyes and Taehyung nearly groaned. If Yoongi had thought Taehyung was the only one looking with want, he was delusional.

[25] It was all over his face and Taehyung had to restrain himself from closing the distance. “We can’t.”

Breaking his own rule just after he told himself he wouldn’t, Taehyung ducked his head into Yoongi’s neck, ghosting his lips over sensitive skin until he reached his ear.

[26] “Are you saying that because you actually want me to stop or because you think that’s what’s right?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Yoongi responded breathlessly even as he tilted his head back so Taehyung had more access.

[27] The younger man couldn’t hold back his groan that time, couldn’t stop himself from pressing his lips harder against Yoongi’s skin, from flicking his tongue out and lapping at Yoongi’s pulse. “We shouldn’t.”

[28] Taehyung chuckled. “You’re right. We shouldn’t.”

Yoongi tensed, disappointment flooding him before it was replaced with shame. “I— right.”

“We shouldn’t,” Taehyung repeated, smiling at Yoongi’s reaction, “but we will.”

[29] Turning his head, Taehyung tapped the other side of Yoongi’s face with his index finger. He didn’t press, didn’t force Yoongi to turn, just tapped. But Yoongi turned his face anyway, like he couldn’t stop himself, and met Taehyung’s lips with his own.

[30] There was a pause, like neither of them could believe what had just happened, and then Yoongi moaned and Taehyung couldn’t stop anymore. He opened his mouth against Yoongi’s, drawing out his tongue so he could suck on it, could taste him the way he’d been dreaming about.

[31] Yoongi clawed at his head in response, his hands tangling into Taehyung’s hair even as his nails dug in so he could force him closer.

Taehyung groaned against his lips, pressing Yoongi into the counter, feeling how hard he was already.

[32] He’d seen it of course, seen the way Yoongi had reacted to his words, to his presence, but /feeling it/ was so much better, especially when Yoongi started to move, rutting against him desperately. “Tae…”

[33] “Fuck, hyung,” Taehyung moaned, part in praise, part in surprise. Yoongi was practically vibrating against him, his movements quick and desperate.

“Please, Tae. Please,” Yoongi pleaded, his head falling back as Taehyung attacked his neck.

[34] Though his mind was a swirl of 'finally' and 'now,' Taehyung managed to come up with a quick plan. So he hefted Yoongi up, wrapping his legs around his waist, and began to walk towards the bedroom.

[35] It wasn’t graceful, he hit pretty much every wall and table on the way, but Yoongi didn’t comment, he just kept attacking his mouth and rolling his hips against him. It was like his brain had switched off and getting off was all he cared about.

[36] Taehyung had no problem with that so he tossed Yoongi on the bed he shared with Jungkook, watching as he bounced before settling into the sheets, his legs hanging over the end of the bed. “Lube? Condoms?”

[37] Yoongi pointed to the side table. Taehyung followed the line of his gesture with his eyes then rounded the bed, nearly tearing the drawer out in his haste. By the time he returned to the end of the bed, Yoongi was staring at the ceiling, an odd look on his face. “Hyung?”

[38] “I love Jungkook,” Yoongi said softly. He knew it sounded stupid. He was a mess, his lips swollen from kissing Taehyung, his dick hard and leaking in his pants, but he had to say it. Because he did.

[39] Sometimes, when he thought about it, his heart hurt from the magnitude of how much he felt. He loved Jungkook.

And yet.

“I know,” Taehyung agreed, watching Yoongi closely.

[40] They may be doing something wrong, something unforgivable, but he wasn’t going to force Yoongi to do it. If he asked him to stop, to back away, he would. “I also know you want this.”

Yoongi smiled wryly, eyes still on the ceiling. That was the crux of it. He did want this.

[41] He loved Jungkook but he wanted this. Wanted Taehyung. That reality was what kept him awake at night, what made him wallow in shame and confusion after every interaction with Taehyung. He wanted both. “Yea, I do.”

[42] Leaning down, Taehyung rested his hands on either side of Yoongi’s head and scanned his face. “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” Yoongi said simply. “Fuck me. From behind. Make it hurt.”

[43] Taehyung blinked, wondering if Yoongi was trying to punish himself for wanting what he did, but nodded anyway and stood up. Without further comment, he undid Yoongi’s pants and pulled them down along with his boxers while Yoongi took off his shirt.

[44] Naked now, Yoongi gazed up at him, breathing heavily. His dick was hard and resting on his stomach, leaking already, desperate to be touched. Taehyung reached out, rubbing his palm over Yoongi until he bucked up, his head pressing back into the mattress. “Tae, please.”

[45] “Okay,” Taehyung soothed, tearing off his own clothes in record time. Yoongi watched him strip, his eyes jumping from spot to spot on his body, lingering and tracing like a physical touch. Taehyung couldn’t help but grab his own dick and stroke as he stared at Yoongi.

[46] “God, you look so pretty spread out for me.”

“Fuck me,” Yoongi responded instead, scrambling to his knees and bending forward. “Like this, come on.”

Admiring the view, Taehyung didn’t move. He’d dreamed about this a lot, wondering how Yoongi would be, what he’d feel like.

[47] It was nothing compared to the reality and he wanted to savour it. But then Yoongi shook his ass with a small whine and Taehyung broke, surging forward and grabbing his cheeks so he could spread them wide.

[48] He was unsurprised to find Yoongi a bit loose, assuming he and Jungkook had fucked recently. It didn’t bother him; he hadn’t been under the misconception they /hadn’t/ been fucking, so he just squeezed out some lube over his hole and thrust two fingers in.

[49] Yoongi hissed in response before pushing back into Taehyung’s hand, fucking himself on his fingers. Taehyung let him move, entranced by his fingers stretching Yoongi’s hole with every movement, then, when he felt Yoongi relax, he added another.

[50] This time Yoongi moaned loudly, his legs shaking as he leaned further down pressing his face into the mattress. Taehyung bent his fingers pointedly, grazing Yoongi’s prostate just to hear how much louder he’d be. Which turned out to be not much.

[51] He didn’t get louder but his voice did get /higher/. Like a keen and a scream all wrapped into one.

Pulling out his fingers hastily, ignoring Yoongi’s whine of protest, Taehyung slipped on the condom and slicked himself up with lube.

[52] Then, grabbing Yoongi’s hips, he forced him to the end of the bed, making him stand up before bending him back over. Yoongi grumbled a bit, clearly not wanting to stand, then rubbed against Taehyung in a small form of retaliation.

[53] Taehyung laughed at Yoongi’s behaviour, surprised he was a bit of a brat, then lined up.

There was another pause then. Just like when they first kissed. They both knew this was the moment of no return, the moment when they committed to this fucked up action.

[54] Taehyung didn’t move, then, not hearing a word of protest, he slammed in, not giving Yoongi any time to adjust as he started to fuck into him.

Yoongi moaned, his forehead rolling on the sheets as he met Taehyung’s thrusts in the middle.

[55] He tangled his fingers in the sheets, feeling tears roll down his cheeks. It felt so good, just what he wanted, but he’d betrayed Jungkook and he couldn’t forget that either. Every thrust gave him pleasure and pain, just as he’d asked, but the emotional pain made it twofold.

[56] “Taehyung, harder. Please. Fuck me harder.”

Taehyung cursed above him, trying desperately not to dig his fingers into Yoongi’s ass and leave marks. He hadn’t expected Yoongi to feel this good around him, for his walls to clench so tight and suck him in with every stroke.

[57] He’d wanted to ruin Yoongi but it was like /he/ was ruining /him/. But Yoongi had asked for something so Taehyung grabbed the back of his neck and forced him down harder, turning Yoongi’s face so he could see his expression with every thrust. “Like that, baby?”

[58] “Yes!” Yoongi sobbed as his legs began to shake, the strain of holding himself straight as Taehyung pounded into him becoming too much.

“Feel so good, baby,” Taehyung praised, Yoongi’s hole clenching in response.

“Please,” Yoongi pleaded, voice rough and desperate. “Tae!”

[59] “Fuck,” Taehyung managed, his hips stuttering as he reached around and palmed Yoongi’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.

He felt Yoongi’s knees buckle and pulled his hand from his neck to hold him up so he could keep fucking him while he came.

And he did.

[60] Taehyung felt it on his cock before anything else. He spasmed around him, holding him deep then screamed, cum coating his hand and the sheets below him as he sobbed out Taehyung’s name and collapsed completely.

[61] Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered, his hips moving faster as he let himself go, filling the condom even as he continued to move, dragging it out for them both.

Only when Yoongi started to whine in protest did Taehyung stop, pulling out gently.

[62] Almost immediately, Yoongi rolled away, pulling the blankets around himself, uncaring that they were covered in his cum. He blinked up at Taehyung but didn’t say anything. Taehyung knew what he was thinking though.

'This was a mistake.'

'They shouldn’t have done that.'

[63] Any number of things that wouldn’t carry the same weight given the way he’d begged Taehyung to fuck him not ten minutes earlier. They both knew he’d wanted it too and that was perhaps why he looked so guilty.

“Guess I shouldn’t have rushed home.”

𝕏𝕏𝕏

[64] After hanging up with Yoongi, Jungkook tried to get back to work. He hated that this kept happening. Dinner last week, lunch the week before, the day trip they were supposed to take last weekend. It felt like he was always cancelling, always running late.

[65] The worst part was that Yoongi never complained. He just smiled and told him to work hard.

Just like he had tonight.

Jungkook sighed then hit the save button. He could work on the presentation from home over the weekend. As long as it was done by Monday, it didn’t matter.

[66] So, emailing the file to himself, Jungkook grabbed his coat and left the office behind, noting that, as always, he was the only one still there.

This promotion meant a lot to him, it really did, but he couldn’t keep sacrificing his social life and plans for it.

[67] Especially not if it was going to make him busier once he /did/ get it. No more cancelling plans. No more showing up late.

No more.

Though his intentions were good, traffic on the drive home meant he was still later than he should have been.

[68] But he consoled himself with the knowledge that he wasn’t over an hour late like he’d originally assumed he’d be. A quick glance at the clock told him he was only about thirty minutes late.

Better than nothing.

[69] “Hyungs?” Jungkook greeted as soon as he walked in, making a beeline for the kitchen. He saw the dishes Yoongi had covered on the counter, but nothing else. Frowning, he looked around. Taehyung’s shoes were still at the entrance, so they hadn’t gone out.

“Tae, please.”

[70] Freezing in place, Jungkook slowly turned his head towards the hallway leading to the bedroom. His brain simply halted, like he couldn’t understand what he’d just heard. It didn’t make sense.

“God, you look so pretty spread out for me.”

“Fuck me. Like this, come on.”

[71] Mindlessly, Jungkook’s feet started to move again, bringing him to the wide-open door of the bedroom—their bedroom. Even then, he didn’t register what he was seeing. There was no way Yoongi, the love of his life, was being bent over /their bed/ and being fucked by Taehyung.

[72] That wasn’t what he was seeing.

“Taehyung, harder. Please. Fuck me harder.”

Jungkook blinked, reality suddenly slamming into him. Yoongi was cheating on him. With Taehyung. In their bed. Yoongi was cheating.

[73] Jungkook could only watch as Yoongi got more vocal, as he started to cry, pleasure and pain flashing across his face in equal measure. Yoongi was fucking someone else.

“Like that, baby?”

[74] Taehyung’s voice made Jungkook shift his eyes, now looking at Taehyung, at the desperation on his as he fucked Yoongi harder. From where he was standing, he couldn’t really see anything, but he could hear it. Hear the lube squelch as Yoongi’s hole swallowed him.

[75] He knew that sound well. He heard it often. Had heard it /this morning/. Yoongi hadn’t begged him like that though. He never did. When they had sex, it was different. Not this… desperate or rough. Jungkook would never pin Yoongi down like that. Never make it hurt.

[76] Did Yoongi like that? Jungkook bit his lip, still watching as Yoongi started to shake, as he begged to cum. It didn’t even look like Taehyung heard or cared. Did Yoongi like /that/? He looked like he did.

/Could I do that for him?/

[77] Jungkook tilted his head, considering. Probably not. He wasn’t like that in bed. He liked the sounds Yoongi made though. It made him… Jungkook’s eyes widened as he spun away, back hitting the wall with a soft thump. Immediately, he palmed himself and squeezed his eyes shut.

[78] Why was he hard? Why was he watching his boyfriend get fucked by someone else without saying anything? /Why did that make him hard/?

Jungkook squeezed himself like he was trying to make his erection go away but only managed to make it feel better.

[79] What the fuck was wrong with him? What was happening right now? Yoongi was /cheating/. He should be devastated. And he was. Kinda. He was upset that Yoongi could do something like that. In their bed no less. And yet, the more he listened to Yoongi plead, the harder he got.

[80] “Please, Tae!”

Jungkook opened his eyes again, staring at the ceiling as he listened to his boyfriend scream someone else’s name, as he heard him cum and Taehyung do the same. His cock pulsed under his hand and he felt shame and embarrassment rise.

[81] He shouldn’t be turned on by this. It didn’t make sense.

[82] What he should be doing was storming in, demanding answers, but instead, he just stood there, waiting until he heard some shuffling. Only then did he push off the wall and step back into the doorway.

“Guess I shouldn’t have rushed home,” Jungkook muttered.

[83] Immediately, Yoongi’s face fell, fractured almost. “No.”

Taehyung blinked, too shocked to speak. What could he say? He was naked and holding a used condom. Yoongi was fucked out, wrapped in a cum covered blanket. There was nothing to say.

“I’d like you to leave, Taehyung.”

[84] “I— right,” Taehyung managed, grabbing his clothing. He looked back at Yoongi, but he was too busy staring at Jungkook, tears streaming down his face, so he darted out of the room instead. He’d call later, make sure Yoongi was okay, but for now, he had things to deal with.

[85] Yoongi barely registered him leaving, he couldn’t look away from Jungkook. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why?” Jungkook wondered, coming to sit on the edge of the bed. “For cheating or for getting caught?”

“F-for cheating,” Yoongi whispered, pulling the blankets tighter.

[86] “Has this been… a thing?”

“No!” Yoongi shook his head. “This was the first… it never happened before.”

“I see,” Jungkook murmured, staring blankly at the wall. He was still hard.

[87] He was sitting here, surrounded by the scent of Yoongi’s infidelity, and he was still hard. What did that say about him? Jungkook didn’t know, but the fact remained, Yoongi was sobbing over something that Jungkook was apparently /into/ and that hurt more than anything else.

[88] Which really shouldn’t be the case. Maybe he needed therapy but that wasn’t what he wanted right now.

So, turning towards Yoongi, Jungkook cupped his cheek, ignoring how Yoongi grabbed his wrist and held on tight. “I think… I think we can come up with an arrangement.”

FIN

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