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a 🔞#taegi au where yoongi and taehyung hate each other. they also have sex a lot. it's not as complicated as it seems. to them at least.

[1] Taehyung and Yoongi had what anyone would call a tumultuous relationship. Some would go so far as to say toxic, but they were never together for long enough for anyone to voice those concerns.

[2] The reality of the matter was that they hated each other. Deeply. They also had sex a lot. If someone was to ask why—they did, they asked /so much/—the response would simply be ‘it’s good, why not?’ like that explained literally anything.

[3] It had gotten to the point that Seokjin had to stay somewhere else when he heard that Taehyung was coming over and Jimin felt the same. They were loud. And violent. Seokjin had lost more than one good lamp to their bullshit and he wasn’t about to lose another.

[4] Which is why they had rules now:

1) At least an hour's notice (they’d tried for a full day originally but apparently they were both too horny to obey that rule so Seokjin had relented)

2) They were only allowed to fuck in Yoongi’s room (where anything broken would be /his/)

[5] 3) They were not allowed to actually kill each other (Seokjin added that purely based on the fact he didn’t want to have to dissolve a body in acid just because Yoongi had to get dicked down)

[6] So, they had rules. Which was why Seokjin was at Hoseok’s, frowning at the counter. “Do you ever worry they’ll hurt each other?”

Hoseok blinked. “That’s what they like.”

“Like, for real.”

“I don’t know,” Hoseok admitted. “There must be something about a hate fuck, huh?”

[7] “As if I could forget,” Seokjin shuddered, remembering all the times he’d overheard or walked in on. He didn’t get it, nor did he want to, but as long as they were both consenting, he figured it was okay. Probably.

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[8] Yoongi hit the wall with enough force to dent the drywall, his hands immediately tightening on the collar of Taehyung’s shirt, nearly choking him in the process as he tried to hoist himself higher. “God, fucking harder.”

[9] “Did I ask?” Taehyung responded, curling his fingers pointedly so he could attack Yoongi’s prostate, forcing him to moan loudly despite his previous complaint.

[10] “You should. Might help,” Yoongi hissed before pushing Taehyung’s shirt off, untangling his fingers just so he could drag them down Taehyung’s arms, angry, red marks appearing as he did so.

[11] Taehyung growled, his fingers moving faster. “Seem pretty hard for someone not enjoying themselves.”

“Haven’t cum though, have I?” Yoongi snapped back.

[12] They always played this game. Had to start rough and mean just to justify rolling around in bed. It had been going on for so long you’d think he would be tired but he wasn’t. His blood still boiled, rushing straight to his dick when Taehyung scowled at him during work hours.

[13] He’d lost count of the number of times they’d fucked in the bathroom or broom closet, whispering mean things as they both got off.

It was just the way things were. They couldn’t be in the same room without arguing. They just didn’t agree on anything.

[14] Nothing in common, nothing to talk about. Nothing. If they were together, they were arguing or fucking. The first usually led to the second.

It was just the way it was.

They both knew it and neither was going to stop it.

[15] Especially not Taehyung. He got off on making Yoongi bend for him. On making that smart mouth /stop/ for twenty minutes or an hour or however long they could last for. Watching someone who always had something to say suddenly /stop/ was better than the orgasm itself.

[16] Which is exactly why, despite his own dripping cock, Taehyung added a third finger and stretched Yoongi further, abusing his prostate while he arched against the wall. Taehyung had a hand on his back, keeping him propped up.

[17] He could feel the dent he’d put in the drywall when he’d picked him up, but he didn’t care. He just tightened his grip, fixated on Yoongi’s face as he tried to speak but moaned instead, his dick jerking between them, desperate for attention that he wasn’t going to give it.

[18] Not until he came.

“Are you going, ahhh, to fuck me or, mffmmmf, what?” Yoongi managed, still trying to be snappy despite the flush covering his body and the glaze obscuring his pupils.

“No,” Taehyung answered, twisting his wrist harshly.

[19] Yoongi’s mouth dropped open, his protest lost under a whine as his hole clenched around Taehyung’s fingers, his body spasming as he came. His dick leaked pitifully, not quite releasing as Yoongi wanted. He always had a problem cumming like that without a hand on his dick.

[20] Taehyung used it against him a lot. Mostly because it just made him more needy, more desperate, it was like compulsory edging, and Taehyung /loved it/. If he’d found someone like that who wasn’t /Yoongi/, he’d have proposed on the spot.

[21] But it was Yoongi, so Taehyung simply stepped back and tossed Yoongi on the bed, watching as he spun around and planted his hands on the mattress, silently directing Taehyung to do what he wanted. Usually he argued but Taehyung decided not to bother and kicked off his pants.

[22] Now naked, he slid on the condom he’d shoved in his pocket before coming over. He paused long enough to spread more lube on his cock and then grabbed Yoongi’s waist harshly, his fingers digging in and turning the skin red, before slamming home, bottom out with no warning.

[23] “Asshole,” Yoongi snapped, squeezing around him as he trembled, his body trying to recover from an orgasm and adjust to Taehyung’s dick at the same time.

“Yes, yours.”

[24] “You only did that so you wouldn’t have to make me cum with your cock. No fucking staying power,” Yoongi mocked, regaining some of his wit, and snark, as he relaxed around Taehyung.

“We’ll see,” Taehyung quipped, pulling out and thrusting forward.

[25] Yoongi slipped, his face hitting the bed before he was even aware he’d lost his balance. The position made it better so he didn’t move, but he did manage a laugh. “Finally something feels good. What a waste of a good dick.”

[26] He knew that would make Taehyung fuck him harder. He was so easily pissed off, so sensitive, that all Yoongi had to do was run his mouth and Taehyung would do everything in his power to prove Yoongi wrong. He always did. Yoongi hated that about him too.

[27] He hated pretty much everything about Taehyung except his dick.

[28] Especially not right now. He felt like he was being split in half in the best and worst way possible. He was still too sensitive, too on edge, to really focus on anything except the feeling of Taehyung’s cock dragging against his walls and fucking him into the mattress.

[29] But it didn’t matter because it felt good, like electricity ripping through his veins, like a high he couldn’t get enough of.

[30] The only thing that made him regain focus at all was Taehyung’s hand moving to his neck and hauling him up, forcing him onto his knees so he could only lean into Taehyung’s chest as he wrapped one hand around his cock and the other around his neck, teasing along the sides.

[31] Yoongi’s eyes roll back, hearing Seokjin complain they were going to kill each other one day. If he knew Yoongi liked being choked, he would be much more worried, but he didn’t so Yoongi let his head fall back. “Fucking do it. I should at least get to cum the way I want.”

[32] Taehyung squeezed lightly, counting slowly before letting go, monitoring Yoongi’s breathing and the way his dick pulsed in his hand, the way his hole sucked him in and held him there. He was close, Yoongi’s post-orgasm spasms guiding him along like he couldn’t help it

[33] He’d be damned if he said Taehyung hadn’t made him cum again so he jerked Yoongi off harshly, twisting his wrist just to hear him hiss, a bit of pain mixing with pleasure, and squeezed again, his eyes intent on the side of Yoongi’s face as his eyes started to water.

[34] Every thrust of Taehyung’s hips made Yoongi jolt now, his body tensing and releasing like Taehyung’s hand on his neck. He couldn’t stop himself from crying, the pleasure overwhelming him and making tears spill out.

[35] “You’re fucking hot when you cry,” Taehyung said, his tone part praising and part mocking. Yoongi moaned in response and tightened his hole, making Taehyung groan too. Even like this, Yoongi was fighting him. That was probably why this was so good.

[36] They matched each other, both equally upset about and desperate for the same thing. Maybe it was toxic but neither cared. At least not right now.

[37] Starting the process again, his lips catching Yoongi’s tears, Taehyung squeezed his neck, monitoring his reactions as he stroked his dick and continued to pound into him. He kept that up until he felt Yoongi freeze, his entire body halting, then sag forward.

[38] Taehyung smirked against his cheek as he moved his hand even faster, milking him of every last drop of cum he could while Yoongi cried out, trembling against him.

[39] Only when he was done did he let him go, watching Yoongi flop forward with a surge of satisfaction, before placing his hand on the small of his back and fucking him hard, closing his eyes as he neared his end.

[40] All he could hear was slapping skin and Yoongi whining under him, practically mewling, no coherent words, no /taunting/, just as Taehyung liked.

[41] But it was the small 'Tae' that sent him over, made him fall apart, made his knees go weak as he spilled into the condom. The acknowledgment that, despite their feelings, Taehyung was the one fucking him and he knew that. It made him cum harder than it should. It always did.

[42] That’s why they kept coming back. Kept doing this. No matter who topped, who bottomed, if they fucked, jerked, or sucked each other off. It didn’t matter. It always bested anything else they could find. So they kept doing this, over and over.

[43] Even if it meant Seokjin lost a few household decor items and Yoongi now had to patch his wall.

They’d probably always keep coming back.

Neither would admit that though.

Not yet anyway.

FIN

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