#i nearly 4got today

[prettypei]

plot: you discover their childhood photos; fluff! crack!

reader: gn! Reader

pairings: childe, diluc, kazuha, ayato

warnings: some spoilers for story quests? kinda, pre-Snezhnaya

(a/n): was flippin thru the family album when I got the idea and I 4got childe's sister's name LMAO

✰CHILDE is surprised when he hears giggling in the attic. He's visiting his old home in Snezhnaya and he invited you along with him and now he realizes there might be... a little ghost girl up there? Not quite sure. So he's relieved when he finds out it's just you and his sister, although he scared you both awfully with a baseball bat in his hand when he came up. It turned out that you were...looking at his family album? He sits down next to the both of you, looking though them too. "Hey, remember when dad used to take us fishing?" Childe asked, smiling at his sister. "Oh yeah!" She giggles, "We failed a lot, didn't we? We only came home with two fish!" Childe chuckles. "Yeah, and the look on mom's face when we tried gutting the fish ourselves." All of a sudden, he hears a howl of laughter coming from...you? "What's so funny?" He scoots over and...oh. He slams the book shut and screeches:" OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH FOR TODAY! EVERYONE HEAD DOWN!!" You're still snickering to yourself as you head down the stairs and manage to gasp weakly:" Y-you never told me you fell in the river when you were young!"

✰DILUC thinks the tavern is especially loud today, but he dismisses it. It's probably due to Kaeya's outgoing personality and your chaotic brain. However, he pauses when he sees Kaeya passing...pictures around the bar? He's a little confused at why everyone thinks it's so hilarious. He sees a knight giggling at the picture in her hand, and he snatches it out of hers and looks at it himself. His eyes widen in embarrassment as he realizes what it is: it's an old picture of him and Kaeya playing in the mud, his clothes stained as he smiled a toothy and boyish grin at the camera. You walk over to him and wave the picture in front of his face. "Oh? What's this? Bartender and serious Diluc-" "Give that back." He snaps, taking the photo from you, his face flushing a deep shade of red. "You looked so cute in them though..." You tilt your head. "What happened?" "Ha ha, very funny." Diluc rolls his eyes. "But you were cute when you were a kid babe, that I gotta say." You grin as you pinch his cheek in a playful manner. He rolls his eyes once again, but he can't hide the tiny smile that's forming on his lips.

✰KAZUHA's trying out a new melody on his leaf when he saw something flutter past him. He snatches it just in time, examining the photo. He smiles when he realizes it's a picture of him when he was a kid, barely over 10, holding his first sword. "Kaz! Did you see- oh, it's in your hand." "Indeed it is." He chuckles as he hands it to you. "Why do you have this, (name)?" "Oh, I was checking out the library in your home and I found this! I'm really sorry it almost blew away..." "At least I caught it. Did you know this was the first sword I held?" Your eyes widen in awe. "Really? But you look so young in this!" "I was, I was probably about 13 years old." "Thirteen!" Your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull. "Yeah" he chuckles. "I was pretty young, wasn't I?"

✰AYATO hears a knocking on the door to this room and opens it, and he’s overjoyed when it’s you and not another merchant trying to scam him once again. “(name), darling what brings you here?” “Uh-uh-nothing.” You fail to hide the photos behind your back and ayato asks: “what are those, dear?” You sigh and confess: “Ayaka gave me these. These were childhood photos of you…I was just curious, I swear! I was going to return them to her today but…” you gesture helplessly at him. He chuckles and says “give me those.” You hand them to him and he examines them. Most of them were pictures of his achievements over the years: “winner of sword beginner competition”, “most likely to succeed”….but there was a picture of his family. He smiles at it and smiles at you. You hang your head in shame. “That’s your mom and dad isn’t it? I’m sorry that they’re gone.” He pulls your hand inside as he says “I have you as my family now, (name).”

[fan-art-ic]

Nearly 4got I have to go fill out paperwork for that sodashop job today LMAO thankgod for past me looking out

[grumpybud]

i post on instagram like lighting a firework as in i run away very quickly after i do it

[1kook]

atHLETE JK pero locker room scheming

one two

It’s the worst text you can wake up to.

[ sos x.x 4got my deodorant…. ]

Jungkook is scheduled to visit you today after practice, his towel already set out on the bathroom sink. It’s his favorite one, the grey one that he reaches for after a post-practice romp in the sheets. He’s always so warm after practice, smells like the off-brand shampoo in the locker rooms and his typical meathead body spray and deodorant combo. It’s sour, something between pine and wolf piss and stainless steel; y’know, typical college athlete stuff. Pungent as it may be, some deodorant is better than no deodorant.

The trek to the campus’s state of the art football stadium is a fifteen minute walk, and ten of those minutes are spent debating just how much you like your boyfriend that you’re willing to face the absolutely rotten stench of the football locker room. It’s only thing more acrid than Jungkook’s horrendous post-practice body spray, the scent of the locker room itself. By the time you arrive, you decide you like him enough. When he does things like this, not a lot. But it’s enough.

Jungkook’s hair is wet when you walk in, and he’s straddling one of the locker room benches, two meaty thighs slung on either side. “Hiii,” he sings, leaning back to showcase his absolutely massive bosom. He’s got his stupid smile on, the one he flashes you whenever he knows he’s done something wrong. In this case, the ‘something wrong’ in question is summoning you from your evening nap to deliver his emergency deodorant. The walk has calmed you down a bit, enough for you to shuffle close and drop a kiss against his forehead. He closes his eyes like a good boy, and goes to envelope you in a hug. But then the absolutely atrocious smell of his body, post-shower, no deodorant hits you and you jump away. “Baby,” Jungkook whines, catching the deodorant your throw his way with one hand — sexy — before yanking up the hem of his shirt to roll it on. His abs are taut, always so delicious after practice, and they play a huge role in drawing you back towards him. “My hero. My savior. My beacon of light in a sea of—“

“That’s enough,” you shush, sitting down in front of him. Jungkook beams, leaning forward to place a kiss against your cheek. Now that his atrocious smell has been quelled, you allow him a few more smooches, along your jaw and down your throat. He tries to get frisky, huge palm on your thigh, creeping towards your mound, but you catch him by the wrist. A warmth crawls up the back of your neck. “We’re in your stinky locker room,” you frown, eyes flickering toward the open entrance you had walked in from.

Jungkook, now having moved past his good boy act, rolls his eyes. “So? You owe me.” You don’t ask for what, mostly because you know Jungkook will probably make up some elaborate lie to get you onboard. And while sometimes his little scheming is cute, there’s a high possibility that he will end up on a tangent about something completely unrelated and then no one will get any action. Another glance at the doorway. You decide the irregular creaks and thumps are probably just the old piping.

You turn back and catch his chin between your hand, squishing his cheeks until he looks like a puffer fish. “You get ten minutes, and if I don’t cum you’re going straight home,” you warn him, punctuating your statement by releasing your grip. Immediately, you’re upon him, nearly send him and you tumbling backwards when you grab him by the collar and haul his face towards yours. Jungkook’s excited whoop is muffled by your kiss, lost under the wet smacking of your lips.

He settles soon enough, reaches those brawny arms around you. Amidst all the locker room smells, the scent of his familiar yet weird combo comforts you, makes you melt into the kiss. Jungkook’s hands work fast; as much of a goofball as he is, he knows when to get serious. His shirt is tugged off with one smooth yank over his head, and yours follows, two hands at your waist that slowly creep up. Your bottoms are a bit more difficult, forcing the two of you to your feet as you wiggle them off, kicking them off to the side just in time for Jungkook to push you back down onto the bench.

The surface is hard and flat, makes your back arch all weird. But you can’t complain when Jungkook lowers himself between your legs, yanking the hem of your panties to the side. “I can do it in seven,” he smirks, before diving tongue-first into your folds. He starts off with one long lick, cunt to clit, that sends a pleasant shiver up your spine, a tiny gasp passing through your lips.

Enveloping your clit with his lips, he begins lavishing it in a series of soft kitten licks and more brutal sucks, dark eyes flickering up to assess your reactions with each switch. All the while, Jungkook’s hand — the one that had been placed on your inner thigh, holding you open — glides over your skin, raising goosebumps in its wake, until he’s caressing the soft skin of your labia with his thumb. Soon, his fingers graze the length of your slit before dipping into your core.

“Ah—,” you choke out in surprise, your feathery tone echoing off the walls of the locker room. Jungkook grins, letting out a soft amused puff against your wet folds that makes you tremble anew. He begins plunging his fingers in and out, trying to match the rhythm of his thrusting with the circling of his tongue. It’s not perfect, but that makes it all the more enjoyable; when you’re not enjoying the stretch of your walls around his thick fingers, his mean suckling against your bud is making your toes curl. “Oh, fuck,” you gasp, reaching down to bury one hand in his wet strands. They ‘re ice cold, darkened by the moisture that still clings to them, and Jungkook has the audacity to offer you a lazy wink. You jolt, both in response to his fast fingers and just his audacity in general. “Shut… shut up.”

He pulls off with a pop, cherried lips glistening with saliva and your pre-cum. “Didn’t even say anything,” he teases, tilting his head in amusement. The hair not caught between your fingers spills over, tickles the top of your thigh as Jungkook resolves to placing kisses along your mound instead. His hand, still moving, slows to a more forceful prod into your heat, his two fingers scissoring you slowly.

Jungkook does that for a while, leaning his cheek against your thigh as he gazes up at you dreamily. You want to cover you face, hide yourself from this disgustingly in love fool and just bask in the warmth building in your stomach. But he’s so handsome, so dreamy, even when he smells like pine and wolf piss and stainless steel. “Hurry up,” you shudder, letting go of his hair to tuck a strand behind his ear instead.

Jungkook’s cheeks heat up, and he tries to cover up his shyness by completely snatching his fingers out of you. A short-lived whine slips past your lips, but it’s soon replaced by a high-pitched moan when Jungkook begins to rapidly rub his fingers over and over your cunt, the very tips pushing your swollen clit back and forth. “K- Kook,” you squeal, thighs trembling with the threat of clamping shut. But Jungkook holds you down, dark brows furrowed and jaw clenched as he rubs you off. “Slow,” you choke out, hoarse, but the word dies on your lips as the simmering heat in your core begins to spill over. Your neck muscles practically give out, head lolling backwards as your back arches. Jungkook doesn’t slow down, even when his hand against your pussy begins to sound wet and obscene, squelching loudly as you orgasm against his rough digits. Every sound bounces off the lockers, filling the room with your mind and your wetness, makes it sound like the chanting of a roaring crowd on game night. Jungkook pushes on, doesn’t give up until you’re begging for him to stop with tears in your eyes.

In the end, he places a kiss against your thigh. “Sweet,” he grins, reaching for your clothes on the floor. “New record— six minutes. That’s my second record on campus, actually, right after my legendary 4 touchdown game.”

[lubdubsworld]

Taekook .

it’s 2.00 Am. What am I doing with my life?

Kim Taehyung is a prick.

Jung Kook can't remember the last time he's wanted to peel the skin off someone's face just because they smirked. At least ,not a someone who isn't Kim Taehyung. And here he is, with his arms around Jung Kook's shoulders, leering at him and smirking at the blonde girl in front of them.

The girl, who had just been about to ask for Jung Kook's number , blinks up at Taehyung with a bemused look on her face.

"Oh.. are .. are you guys... together?" Her face is flaming red, as red as Hobi hyung's hair and Jung Kook opens his mouth in horror because, christ, the mere thought of being together with Taehyung is horrifying and of course they...

"Of course we're together. Right sweetcheeks?" And he leans over , purring into Jung Kook's ears.

Sweetcheeks? What the fuck was that?!

But the damage was done and the girl scarpers off before Jung Kook can voice his displeasure at the ferret.

"What the fuck are you doing? I was talking to her!" He hisses out in anger but Taehyung merely shrugs.

"Her nose is off center and she giggles like a fucking hyena. You can do better Jeon."

Kim Taehyung is a sap ( when drunk )

Jung Kook watches the blonde as he tumbles over the back of the couch, his long legs hitting the coffee table in Yoongi's apartment with a deafening crash. He winces. He doesn't move to help him up because, God, that could go wrong in so many ways. Instead he waits till Taehyung has finally righted himself , apologized profusely to everyone in the vicinity and settled back against the dirty couch before making his presence known.

"You've had enough, Taehyung. Lets get the hell outta here." He prods him at the base of his skull and Taehyungs head lolls forward, his chin hitting the edge of his collar bone.

"Jung Kook... I love you."

Very few people actively react to the confession because its a standard equation. Kim Taehyung plus alcohol equals love confessions to all and sundry.

"Yes, blondie. I know. Now get your ass off the couch." Jung Kook walks around to stand in between Taehyung's legs, hands slipping around his shoulders in an attempt to yank him to his feet. It works quite well and he soon has a swaying , wasted Taehyung, teetering on his toes, one arm draped around his shoulders the other clutching a glass of champagne .

"Will you marry me?"

"Of course. I'm all yours." Jung Kook is too amused to sound sarcastic.

"Forget about Eunha. I'll make you happy."

Jung Kook stifles a smile.

And then it happens. Taehyung kisses him. Its never happened before and Jung Kook is stunned. Too stunned to realize he almost, kinda , maybe a little , likes it. Likes it so much that he kisses back, their tongues tangling and hands getting frisky, right there on the balcony and only when Taehyung knocks one of the flowerpots to the pavement, Jung Kook comes back to his senses.

Taehyung doesn't remember it the next day and Jung Kook sees no need to change that fact.

Kim Taehyung is an enigma.

"You won't believe who I ran into today. " Jung Kook exclaims excitedly , practically flouncing into their shared apartment, a bagful of Taehyung's favorite snacks and a carton of beer held in his hands. Taehyung relieves him of the baggage and hums a question.

Jung Kook waits till he's on the couch, pulling off his socks. He wants to share his big news in the most amazing way ever. Like a punchline or something cocky so that Taehyung would be like No shit ! Potter really?! Wow! That is totally awesome!

He glances at the blonde , who's pouring a glassful of beer ( which is totally dumb ) and finally gives up. He's never been good with words and he can't wait to get the news out.

"Eun Ha. She's back from Egypt."

The sound of shattering glass has him on his foot, staring wildly at Taehyung who has blood running down his palms and is looking at him with a blank expression on his face.

"Oh, shit, are you alright, Taehyung?" He rushes to his side but the other is already swearing and kneeling right into the shards on the floor and Jung Kook rolls his eyes , slipping an arm underneath the guy's armpits in an attempt to pull him away from the massacre on the floor. But Taehyung pushes him away. So hard that Jung Kook collides with the dining table catching himself at the last second.

"i.. I'm fine. " Taehyung is shaking, his eyes flitting wildly between the shattered glass on the floor and the blood in his hand. He mutters something and without warning punches the dining table, nearly splintering the wood.

The pain seemed to bring him to his senses,

"Oh, fuck. I'm sorry, I-" Taehyung looks clinically insane and Jung Kook reaches out, stopping him from hurting himself further..

"Hey. Its alright. You.. you should take it easy. I'll take care of this." Jung Kook mutters.

He wants to take care of the cut on Taehyung, but he's not particularly good at that.

He carefully cleans the cut on Taehyung's smooth skin and tapes it up. He stops for a second to admire his handiwork .

"there, all better." He places a kiss on Taehyung's finger and feels his entire body seize up. Taehyung bounds to his feet and with a mumbled 'goodnight', disappears into his bedroom. The sound of the door slamming follows almost immediately after and Jung Kookis left blinking in confusion.

"You're welcome!" He calls out to the closed door.

He doesn't get a response.

Kim Taehyung is a life saver.

From : KTaehyung.

To : JJkook

Whr r u? Meeting starts in ten. They're picking ppl for promotion exams in may. Don be late you fool.

From : JJKook

To : KTaehyung

Shit. 4got abt tat. Taehyung help me out. Promised  Eunha will take her out for dinner. Cover for me.

From : JJKook

To : KTaehyung

Tae?

From : KTaehyung

To : JJKook

K.

From : JJKook

To : KTaehyung

I love you, dude. You're the best.

Kim Taehyung is the best roommate ever.

Taehyung walks into the apartment at the precise second when Jung Kook has managed to wiggle his hands underneath Eunha's blouse. The blonde freezes on the spot and Jung Kook curses his impeccable timing , as always.

"Tar. I.. We.." He stops as Eunha scrambles to her feet, adjusting her clothes with disturbing quickness and smiling, wide-eyed and blushing .

"Oh, Taehyung. You're home?" She moves forward but Taehyung is already shrugging his coat back on. He waves his wallet a bit.

"I was just here to get this. You guys.. you should.. you know.. continue with..."

And he leaves quickly , before any of them could be more embarrassed.

Eunha smiles at the locked door and turns to Jung Kook.

"He's a lot more handsome now." She says, running a finger up and down his jaw.

Jung Kook is too busy staring at the freckled skin of Eunha's neck to make sense of her words.

"Who? Tae? Oh.. Yeah.. He's awesome. Now, where were we?"

Kim Taehyung is an idiot.

" Taehyung, why would you-?" Yerin looks stunned when she finds out that Taehyung is the blind date Eunha has set her up with. Didn't Eunha know about how badly the guy was in love with Jung Kook??

Taehyung quickly shushes her and drapes an arms around her shoulder and squeezes. Jung Kook frowns, not sure why he's manhandling the poor girl.

After dinner, Jung Kook moves to the rest room and Yerin goes to talk to some of her friends at the other table. When they return, Eunha is flushed and red.

"You're still the world's biggest git , Kim Taehyung. Jung Kook,I'd like to leave." She gets up, prodding Jung Kook's shoulder. Jung Kook catches the sneer on Taehyung's face and automatically mouths what did you do?

Taehyung shrugs , calmly drinking his wine and making no attempts to apologize for whatever he's done to Eunha.

Later, Jung Kook confronts him.

"What the fuck was that?"

"Maybe you should ask your precious Eunha."

"She's too nice to tell it out loud. She told me she doesn't want to come between the pair of us. What the hell did you say, you moron?" Jung Kook snaps.

Taehyung looks stunned.

"Forget it, Jeon. Since you've already decided who's mistake this is, I'm not going to hang around and justify myself."

"You're a fucking idiot!" Jung Kook screams at his retreating back.

The door slams shut in his face .

Kim Taehyung is heartless.

"I'm moving out." Taehyung announces and Jung Kook works hard to keep his face neutral. Like it isn't really a big deal. Like best friends ceased existing without warning and friendships dissolved everyday.

"Fine."

Taehyung packs all his clothes and stops at a Mario figurine.

"I'm taking this." He says , quickly picking the toy up.

"What-No! I paid half! And we bought it for the house. So its supposed to stay in the house." Jung Kook snaps, holding his hand out. Taehyung sneers.

"Whatever. It getting a new house. I bet its sick of sticking around with you anyway".

Jung Kook opens his mouth in shock and then pounces on Taehyung. They roll around on the couch, the carpet and the coffee table till their hair sticks up in odd angles and they're both breathless and panting.

"I'm not letting you leave with that." Jung Kookglares.

"I'm not leaving without it." Taehyung glares right back.

"So don't!" Jung Kook snaps. Taehyung looks stunned and then collapses against him.

"Fine." He mutters.

Jung Kook fights to keep the goofy grin off his face.

Kim Taehyung is unpredictable.

"I proposed." Jung Kook says casually.

Taehyung doesn't reply. They're both sitting on the stairs leading to the terrace and Taehyung is smoking .

"She said yes."

The cigarette drops to the floor and Taehyung snuffs it out before turning to him with a smile.

Its wide and bright and blinding and so fucking artificial that Jung Kookis embarrassed.

"TAe, I..."

"I'll kill you if you apologize."

Jung Kook gulps, nodding.

"I might not make it to the wedding." Taehyung says casually and Jung Kook feels a bit wronged. Maybe Tae was a little possessive of him but missing his wedding?

"What? No! Come on, Tae... I was hoping you'd be my best-"

And Taehyung explodes.

"Okay stop! Okay! I've had enough of you and your fucking obliviousness and God knows I've put up with more shit that any half-wit should but I'm not going to stand here and pretend I'm happy for you and that its alright for me to come and stand next to you in a big fucking church while you swear your love to some other ..." He stops , glares and rushes out and Jung Kookis too stunned to do more than blink.

What the hell was that?!

Jung Kook doesn't go after him but when he does reach home he finds that Taehyung has vanished. With his things.

And he has left the Mario behind.

Kim Taehyung is gay.

"He is what?"

"He's gay , Jung Kook. Everyone knows that." Hoseok gives him a look. Jung Kook tries not to have a panic attack.

"What- No! He isn't...I mean.. I'd know.. I'm his best friend and-"

"He's always hanging around with you and hugging you and holding hands and shit. How can that not be gay?" Namjoon snickers and Hoseok elbows him on the ribs. Jung Kook however is too mindfucked to notice.

"That-That's just Tae. I mean its like me and Jimin, I mean its nothing new or different-"

"Me? When was the last time I got drunk and asked you to marry me?" Jimin rolls his eyes.

And the kiss.

And the hugs and the frisky hands and the lingering glances and the stupid nicknames and the home cooked meals and the way he would take a day off every time Jung Kook caught a cold and-

Taehyung likes me.

like, really really, likes me.

and maybe, kinda, just a little bit, I like him?

Jung Kook feels his breath catch. He isn't ... gay. He isn't. He's attracted to Eunha. even though he feels a little fake around her , like he's acting unlike him but that's expected. You can't just be yourself with the girl you love right?

Right?

But his mind isn't agreeing and he keeps getting flashes of being himself with  Taehyung.

He needs to get his head on straight.

So he goes right up To Eunha's apartment.

And finds her in bed with some other guy.

Kim Taehyung is a smug bastard.

" I'm sorry."

Taehyung looks up from his place in Yoongi's couch and raises an eyebrow. Yoongi is on vacation with Jin for a month and Taehyung is crashing here for the duration. At least that's what Jimin says.

"That day at the restaurant. She came onto you didn't she?" Jung Kook studiously stares at Taehyung's face although he wants to look away.

"Does that make a difference?"

"I suppose not. I just.. I wanted to apologize. "

"Apology accepted." Taehyung doesn't look up from his position, face down on the couch.

"I called off the wedding."

There is just a tiny fraction of a pause.

"A simple sorry will do." Taehyung shrugs.

Jung Kook curses the stubborn blonde and prods him on the shoulder.

Taehyung finally turns around.

"Jeon, I don't have time for-"

Jung Kook cuts him off with a kiss. Its frantic and fast and over before Taehyung can even acknowledge it .

Taehyung blinks .

"What was that?" He doesn't look angry . Just curious.

"I'm not gay!" Jung Kook blurts out. Taehyung raises an eyebrow and if he's fighting laughter on the inside, it doesn't show on his face.

"You aren't?"

"No.. I mean not in general."

"In general?"

"Yeah, but you, you're like... different. An exception. Like an anomaly. "

"An anomaly?"

"Yeah, you know, like the deviation from the normal. Not that you aren't normal. Because you are. You're normal. But not in a boring way. You aren't boring." Its a train wreck and Taehyung thinks that Jung Kook's lucky that Taehyung's already madly in love with him because there's no other way he'd enjoy this confession.

"Christ, Taehyung. A little help here?" Jung Kook finally grunts looking heavenward in exasperation. Taehyung carefully wraps a finger around the waistband of Jung Kook's pants and yanks him to the couch. Jung Kook yelps. Lands on the taller boy with a plop.

"You're so clueless , ?Jeon its rather endearing."

Jung Kook rolls his eyes.

"I just-"

Taehyung kisses him, slow and smooth and Jung Kook whimpers , the sensation new and frightening. He opens his mouth instinctively and Taehyung pushes his tongue in , the soft pink muscle exploring his mouth with relaxed patience. Jung Kook tightens his fingers on Taehyung's shirt and groans as their hips make contact.

He suddenly realizes that he's having a little problem down there and tries to rise up but collapses again when Taehyung wraps his arms around his waist and yanks.

"Fuck." Taehyung hisses when Jung Kook's arousal grinds into his hips and he cants his hips forward till they're lined against each other, breath coming out in pants, grinding down between each exhale.

Jung Kook waits a bit, swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth and can't bring himself to look up at Tae. Instead he shifts a bit more and tries to look for some reaction , anything that says this isn't alright but what he gets is -

"Oh, fuck.. " Taehyung's eyes are glassy, his breath whooshing out in a gasp. Jung Kook wants to sit back up, suggest moving this to the bedroom but the moment he rises himself to his elbows he gets hit by a bout of vertigo and his blood rushes south, collecting somewhere around his belly button and he groans.

White noise fills his ears as Taehyung kisses him. Slow and deep, his fingers tangling into Jung Kook's messy black hair, massaging his scalp. One hand slips up his shirt and traces his stomach muscles , fingers pebbling the nipple and eliciting a yelp of pleasure from his mouth.

Jung Kook feels fingers ghosting on the front of his pants and he returns the favor, shocked to find Taehyung equally hard.

At first it seems a rather pointless attempt at friction. Jung Kook can guess that this isn't going to get them off, but a particularly forceful impact sets his nerve endings on fire and he grinds down , eager for more. Taehyung flips them over and even though their dicks aren't aligned completely, they fall into a rhythm.

Its not perfect and its not something anyone would even consider doing but its them. And its fucking perfect.

And suddenly Jung Kookis hit by the thought that this is Taehyung and they're doing this and he feels the familiar tug at the pit of his stomach .

"Shit, Tae I think I'm gonna-" He feels Taehyung's fingers reaching between them, pushing against his cock through the fabric of his slacks .

"Yeah- fuck- Jung Kook..." Taehyung grunts and grinds down and in a frenzy of heated hips, they both come into their pants , shuddering .

Jung Kook tries to calm his pounding heart and collapses against Taehyung's chest. His nose tickles as he burrows it into soft blonde hair.

"I'm good aren't I?" Taehyung grins.

"Shut up, you smug bastard."

Kim Taehyung is amazing.

When Jung Kook pushes into Taehyung he has a million thoughts warring inside his head as he pants into the pillow next to Tae's head. The sensation surrounding his cock is otherworldly ; tight and warm and hot and fiery and he can't help but wonder if his brains gonna be fried by the time they're done with each other.

But the thought of this hurting Taehyung is keeping his pleasure at bay.

"Are you all right? Is this okay? Am I hurting you too much? Fuck Am I doing this right? Should I stop? I'll stop." He pants, staring into the blonde's face.

But Taehyung reaches out, fingers curling at the base of his neck, his eyes squeezed shut as he pulls Jung Kook down for a kiss.

Jung Kook relaxes into the kiss, angles his hips carefully and pushes, brushing against the blonde's prostate and enjoying the way he keens and shudders, back arching off the bed and mouth open in a 'O'.

"I love you Kim Taehyung. You're so fucking amazing."