#all of this also applies to you bec i am always genuinely happy to talk with you everyday

[mysecret-hideout]

Thank you for being this person for me, @therockywhorerpictureshow ♥️

“I just want someone to be truly happy because of me. Someone who is happy to see me, happy to hear me, happy to know me.”

— Unknown

[lubdubsworld]

Taekook fic.

I wrote this at 2.00 Am. So obviously it’s shitty. 

Taehyung watched him from across the room, his easy smile lighting up the place as he walked around, accepting felicitations and offering hugs. Jung kook looked as handsome as ever and Tae noticed he was wearing his black tuxedo.

his favorite.

As Tae watched, Jung kook moved into his line of vision and his eyes met his. Tae watched his gaze falter, but only for a second. And then Tae was moving towards him, meaningless words dripping off his tongue like molten honey, even as Tae hugged him. His shirt felt soft and warm underneath his fingers and Tae had to curl his fingers to stop himself from spreading them on his strong torso. Jung Kook held him gently, preciously, his fingers barely touching him as Tae placed a light air kiss near his cheek. 

what a gentleman, the women around him probably thought. And they’re right.

Jung Kook is a gentleman. Most of the time. 

Jung Kook hugs Taehyung like he’s a porcelain doll. But he fucks him like Tae’s made of steel and he wants to find out how far Taehyung could bend without breaking.

Not that Tae’s complaining.

That stunning difference between his pubic persona and the one he uses in the bedroom is something Taehyung enjoy immensely. It makes things fun. 

The flash of cameras made things difficult but out of the corner of his eye, Taehyung caught a glimpse of Jung Kook’s soon-to-be wife, the beautiful Eun Ha.

. She looked radiant and almost incandescent in the ivory light. She was dressed in midnight blue, diamonds glittering on her neck and wrists as she smiled like the newly wed she was. Tae knows that  he himself looked a lot more innocent than she does, what with his chic creamy white sweater and white jeans.

But Tae’s not that innocent.

Ask her fiance.

 i shouldn’t be so casual about jung Kook getting married. I should be upset , but I’m not. 

It was probabaly because he knew that Jung Kook belonged to him in all the ways that mattered. 

“You’re a ruthless bastard. It scares me, the way you smile and laugh with her, while banging her husband on the side. ” Jimin said quietly, his eyes dancing with accusation as Tae leaned closer to him. Taehyung grinned lazily. 

Park Jimin was his best friend but he was so boringly sincere. He was terrible at flirting and innuendos, always preferring talks and dinners and conversation over sex.

Tae found the attitude a bit of a drag. 

Because honestly, sex is the most honest conversation you could have. You can’t connect on such a raw level  without feeling something genuine. Something that can be quantified in sighs and moans and pants and lost breaths and skipped heart beats. 

“Jung Kook looks happy. She looks happy and I am just as happy. So what’s the problem? ” Taehyung smiled . 

“even so, MC ing at the reception dinner?? You’re a bit too much. ” Jimin said gruffly and Tae linked his fingers with his best friend.

“you’re in a mood, aren’t you?? What say we go to your room tonight and I’ll get some of this tension off your chest. ” Tae said,  only slightly joking. 

Jimin was hot and sexy and it wouldn’t exactly be a chore to loosen him up a bit.

I know what you’re thinking.

What a slut. He wants to sleep with both of them. 

Not true at all. Tae wasn’t planning on sleeping with either of them . Jimin because Jimin would want to ‘take things to the next level’ as in a relationship and Tae doesn’t do relationships. and Jung Kook… well . 

Before Tae could reply, gentle fingers found his wrist, lightly tugging his hands away. Tae smelled him before he saw him. His unique cologne mixed with the musky scent of clean male skin and freshly washed hair. His voice is just as unique , a kind of rough baritone that seems just at home barking orders as it is whispering obscenities in his ear. 

“Jung Kook ssi… ” Tae smiled wide and bowed respectfully. Tae noticed that his pupils were a little wide, making his pulse quicken.

Jung Kook was hard.

Taehyung could feel it. He could sense it from across the two or three feet between them and he knew Jung kook wasn’t having any qualms about sleeping with him tonight. In fact Taehyung could tell that the other man was imagining it already, the way his gaze lingered on the slight sliver of skin that showed over his pretty white sweater. 

Not today, a voice in his head whispered. For god’s sake the man is getting married tomorrow.

It’s not hard having an affair in their circle. There are enough hotels and enough night clubs to provide cover. But Jung Kook didn’t play by those roles. He wasn’t sneaky and he didn’t try to wine or dine Taehyung. 

Instead Jung Kook showed up when he felt like it, took what he wanted and left immediately after.

“He’s only using you. ” Jimin often told him. But it wasn’t really. Normal rules never applied to them, throughout the length of their relationship. So what if Jung Kook was in love with someone else?

Tae wasn’t in love with him either.

Tae didn’t doodle their names on a piece of paper and draw hearts around it. He didn’t try to monopolize his time and he never ever called his phone. Jung Kook was a wonderful man and a wonderful friend and he was in love with Eunha.

 When Jung Kook spoke about his wife, his face lights up in a way that captivated Taehyung.

But with him…. well, it really wasn’t anything sentimental.

Jung Kook and Tae, they just fit together. Like they were both made from the same magical things that makes people. Like parts of him were inside Jung Kook and parts of Jung Kook were in him and they just jumped at the chance to come together and become one, the way they were meant to be. 

If you’ve watched them together  you’d agree. There’s camaraderie . There’s chemistry. But there’s also something else.

Something that makes the most mundane brush of fingers seem like an erotically charged gesture.

It comes out on screen only because they fed it in real life.

Jung Kook moved closer and Tae felt him push something into his hand. A quick turnover in his hand told him it was a hotel room card.

Tae felt his heart drop to his knees. One of their rules had been, never in front of anyone else. And never in public. 

“Jung Kookie … ” Tae whispered in an undertone, acutely aware that cameras were still flashing around them. What was he doing?

Jung Kook didn’t reply, instead he was moving away to the centre, looping his arms through his fiancee’s . Taehyung blinked in confusion. This wasn’t right.

“Napeun Sekki… ” Jimin muttered under his breath, glaring daggers at Jung Kook’s back. Tae frowned at him. he felt irrationally protective of Jung Kook sometimes.

Tae didn’t want to hurt him.

But this… This seemed a bit too much.

An hour later ,the crowd thinned and Eunha left early, laughing about getting her beauty sleep and kissing Jung Kook fervently.

The knot in Taehyung’s stomach intensified.

As the last of the crowd left, Taehyung glanced at the card slowly. The words knocked the breath out of him. It wasn’t a hotel. It was the card to a resort.

The resort where they had first slept together. 

“You’re really going to do this? ” Seo Joon shook his head in disbelief.

This was Jung Kook after all. How could Taehyung deny him??

Jung Kook was sitting on the bed, a glass of scotch in his hand as he reclined against the headboard, his shoes still on and his jacket flung carelessly on the floor. Taehyung shrugged out of his coat, left his wallet on the table and automatically picked up his coat, smoothed it out and hung it in the closet.

Like a wife.

For some reason, the thought was so revolting that Taehyung had to swallow bile. 

“why are we here? ” Tae said casually. Jung Kook stayed quiet, looking at him with his heavy lidded gaze till Tae finally gave in. Moving closer to him , Tae sat on the edge of the bed, taking Jung Kook’s shoes and socks off slowly while Jung Kook watched him. 

“I’m sorry.” Jung Kook said finally. 

Taehyung felt his entire body freeze. 

“don’t you dare apologize. Don’t turn me into something pathetic by apologizing.” he said, his voice shaking tremulously. Jung Kook sighed and then held his arm out. He went grudgingly, his mind still refusing to process all the emotions that clamored to be heard. 

Jung Kook held him for a second, then kissed the side of his neck. 

It was an old and familiar routine , as familiar as the steady ebb and flow of water on a river bank. his fingers, gently pulling tracing circles on the edge of his collarbone while his left arm lay heavy and languid around him. Taehyung stared across at the opposite wall, where a tall mirror showed them reflected in casual intimacy. he let his eyes trace a triangle over his broad shoulders and the tapering strength of his hips, watching the sleek lines of his legs even as Jung Kook kept him imprisoned between the strength of his thighs. Jung Kook sat up straighter and placed a wet open kiss on his shoulder, tongue tracing circle on the skin.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror. ” Jung Kook whispered. “ Imagine it’s a television screen. what if we were to broadcast this on MBC tonight? Do you think I’ll still have to get married tomorrow?” He said , laughing .

Tae let out a surprised laugh. He couldn’t help it. The prospect of such a thing happening was so… horrible. 

“And if it were, what would you be comfortable showing them?” Jung Kook tugged his zipper down, baring his body to his eyes. Taehyung felt his body quiver a little. Both from the way Tae blew air on his exposed skin and from the implication of his words. 

“Would you suck me off?” Jung Kook said softly, tracing the edge of his ears. Tae felt heat rise up through his body.

“Kookie…stop.” He said softly, shaking his head in embarassment. In the mirror Taehyung could see his cheeks darken with a combination of embarassment and arousal. He sank back further against him . 

“What? I’m just curious.. Would you?” He snipped his cheek and then turned his chin up for a kiss. It was wet and erotic, the way his tongue thrust in and out in imitation of something far more intimate . Tae pulled back when it became too much, panting a little. Behind him, Tae heard the clink of Jung Kook unbuckling his belt , his fingers working with practised ease as he pulled his belt out of the loops and tossed it on the floor. 

“you still haven’t replied.” Jung Kook said casually, tossing him down and straddling him, his hips framing Taehyung’s torso, the hardness of his erection pressing into the softness of his stomach as Jung Kook pulled his clothes off him . Tae smiled and sat up, easily reaching for Jung Kook’s zipper and pulling him out , enjoying the way Jung Kook hissed in pleasure. Hee reached forward and grabbed his hair, long enough for him to get him fully out, losing no time to put his lips on him.

Jung Kook tasted tangy and rough and so painfully familiar, from the texture of his skin like silk on steel to the way his fingers gripped his hair just a little too tight for comfort and just a little short of violent. Tae moaned in disappointment when Jung Kook pulled out a little , but only to lean himself against the headboard for support. Bracing himself against the headboard, Jung Kook threaded both his hands through his hair and thrust his hips gently, pushing past his teeth and deeper into his mouth . Tae pulled him out on each inhale, trying to keep his gag reflex down as he took his entire length inside his hot wet mouth. A few minutes later, Jung Kook grabbed his head and shoved in deep, coming hard and fast against the back of his throat. 

Tae sat up without wiping his mouth, knowing how much it turned Jung Kook on to see his cum dripping down the side of his lips. Jung Kook groaned and chuckled, gathering him close and kissing the top of his head

“I think you just sucked the life out of me, baby.” he said , breathing deeply. 

“Give me a second and I’ll repay the favor..” Jung Kook whispered hotly into his ear, already moving to push him on his back. Tae laughed at the predatory look on his eye. 

yes, Jung Kook was no gentleman in the bedroom and that suited him just fine.