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Here’s one thing that Taehyung has learned about himself: he loves cock.
Here’s another thing he’s learned: that’s not a bad thing.
Dicks are pretty nice, if he does say so himself. And he should know. He has one.
But his penchant for dick isn’t just a general appreciation. It actually triggers what Jimin has called his ‘slut phase’. Taehyung doesn’t like the implication of this statement. Not because he’s not a slut, because honestly? He is. But the idea that he’s ever going to stop getting on his knees for boys who stare at his ass when they meet him is absurd.
What he’s recently discovered though is this: he loves big cocks.
Don’t get him wrong, all cocks are nice, but nothing is more satisfying than a big, fat cock fucking him into oblivion so good that he can’t remember his own name.
Yes, he’s a size queen. Now, if he could just find someone with a large enough cock, that would be good. Any time now, universe, please.
Taehyung must have done something right in his past life because his dreams come true in the form of a sweet boy named Jungkook, donned in all-black and holding up a peace sign in his Tinder profile. Some indecipherable Greek letters in the ‘about’ section next to a quote that Taehyung can’t remember.
Taehyung doesn’t know it at the time he swipes right, of course. But Jungkook is cute, in that trying-to-look-like-I’m-not-trying-hard kind of way, and Taehyung has always had a penchant for knocking wanna-be-fuckboys down a few pegs, big dick or not.
They match.
After a few cursory greetings and deciding where to meet up, Taehyung finds himself at his local club, dressed in his I'm-definitely-getting-fucked-tonight jeans, eyeliner accentuating his eyes and a condom in his pocket just in case he doesn’t make it home first. It’s never a bad thing to be prepared.
Jungkook messaged when he arrived earlier with friends but Taehyung heads to the bar first, in need of a drink.
Yoongi greets him from behind the bar and says, “I got you” before Taehyung can even make an order, and in less than a minute he's got a drink in his hand.
“Are you here for a dick appointment or to get wasted?” Yoongi asks.
“Definitely dick,” Taehyung grins, causing Yoongi to laugh.
Someone comes up to the bar next to him and it takes a couple of seconds to realize why he looks familiar.
“Hey Jungkook,” says Yoongi, beating Taehyung to it.
Jungkook nods in greeting. “My turn to buy a round,” he says.
Jungkook looks good in person, Taehyung thinks. Not everyone looks as pretty up close as they do in their profile, but Jungkook… Taehyung has to say, he looks nice. Very nice, actually. He’s not even wearing anything special, just a black t-shirt tucked into black skinny jeans, but Taehyung can see the muscles in his arms and thighs and it’s making his mouth water a little.
“Coming right up,” Yoongi replies.
“Hi,” Taehyung says finally, still admiring Jungkook’s side profile.
He turns around. “Hi? Oh!” he says, a nice smile on his lips.
Taehyung was right. A real hardcore fuckboy would be smirking right about now, dropping some cheesy line that Taehyung would pretend to laugh at. Jungkook seems a little too sweet for that. Taehyung feels a little remorseful, just for a second, at how he’s going to ruin that tonight. He makes it his mission. If Jungkook isn’t packing much, Taehyung is at least going to make the night count for something.
Yoongi is back in a flash, dropping three drinks onto the counter. He gives Taehyung an exasperated look. “No,” he says.
“No, what?” Taehyung asks, turning to face Yoongi fully.
“No. Not him. Please god, not him.”
“Me?” Jungkook asks, curious and confused.
“You’re too precious,” Yoongi says, which doesn’t seem to make Jungkook any less baffled, but it makes sense to Taehyung at least.
“But—” Taehyung starts.
“No.”
“I just—”
“No. Find someone else. He’s too good and he doesn’t need to be tempted by the devil.”
“Am I missing something here?” Jungkook asks, tapping his card on the card reader to pay for his and his friends’ drinks. “Are you gonna murder me or something?”
No, but you will be begging for mercy.
“Just go back to your friends, Jungkook,” Yoongi says.
“Ok?” Jungkook replies, taking the three glasses and backing away. “I’ll be back,” he says to Taehyung brightly, and then he’s lost in the crowd.
“No you won’t!” Yoongi calls after him but Jungkook probably can’t hear it over the loud music in the club. “Why would he come back?”
“Oh, he’s my dick appointment,” Taehyung explains with a grin, sipping his drink.
“No…” Yoongi groans, massaging his temples with his fingers. “Taehyung, no.”
“Why not? He’s cute!”
“He’s Jimin’s cousin.”
“He’s Jimin’s cousin?! The one studying music?”
“Yes.”
“Wow. Small world. Not stopping me though.”
“Jimin’s going to murder you. I’ll tell him, he’s here tonight.”
“Jimin can try. He owes me one for sexiling me in the middle of finals.” He looks back in the general direction that Jungkook went. “What’s the deal anyway? You don’t normally care who I sleep with.”
“He’s just a kid.”
“Well, his Tinder profile says he’s twenty.”
“You met him on Tinder?”
“Yep!”
Jungkook reappears at that moment, looking a little red in the cheeks.
“You met Taehyung on Tinder?" Yoongi questions.
“Yeah?”
“Why are you on Tinder?”
“Stop babying me, hyung. It’s just Tinder.”
“Leave him be, Yoongi hyung. If he wants to get his dick wet, you should let him.”
Jungkook seems to choke on his drink, flushing redder, and god, Taehyung is going to have so much fun with him.
Yoongi looks like he’s going to have a breakdown, so Taehyung spares all of them the trouble and starts tugging Jungkook toward the restroom.
Yoongi just sighs defeatedly. “Good luck, kid. Taehyung’s gonna eat you alive.”
“Stop scaring him, I still want him to fuck me,” Taehyung says, pulling Jungkook with him and they don’t get to hear Yoongi’s response as Taehyung weaves them through the crowd.
“Where are we going?” Jungkook asks, coming closer so he can feed the words directly into Taehyung’s ear. He’s probably doing it so Taehyung can hear him over the blaring music, but his warm breath makes Taehyung shiver.
“Bathroom,” Taehyung answers.
“Wait, you wanna—” Jungkook cuts himself off. “Here?”
“Why not? It’s as good a place as any.”
“A bed would probably be more comfortable,” Jungkook mumbles as Taehyung pushes the restroom door open.
There’s someone at the urinal and another person in the second stall, but Taehyung ignores them, going straight for the last stall, furthest from the door. He pushes Jungkook inside and locks the door behind himself.
“Woah,” Jungkook says right before Taehyung kisses him.
Jungkook’s a little slow on the uptake, which is par for the course when his friends are treating him with kid gloves, but when he finally breaks out of his shell-shocked state and starts kissing Taehyung back, things begin to get pretty good.
Jungkook’s hands go to Taehyung’s waist instead of his ass which is adorable, but the way Jungkook’s tongue is pushing into Taehyung’s mouth is definitely sinful. Taehyung scratches at Jungkook’s scalp, tugging his hair a little and Jungkook gasps prettily into his mouth.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Jungkook mutters, licking at the roof of Taehyung’s mouth.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Taehyung says. “What’s the deal with Yoongi being so protective of you? Are you a virgin?”
“N-no, no nothing like that. They just baby me too much. It’s whatever. Jimin hyung, um, you know Jimin…”
“I do know Jimin. How do you know I know Jimin?”
“He um. He saw me talking to you earlier. Told me you’re not the type for relationships.”
Taehyung pauses and pulls away. “I’m not,” he confirms, because that should be clear. “Is that… what you're looking for here, because I don’t—”
“Oh, I’m not either, don’t—you don’t have to worry about that.” Jungkook waves a hand vaguely between them. “Jimin’s just. He thinks I’m still a kid, tells everyone I’m this timid tween or something. He means well. It’s just that I’ve grown up.”
Taehyung bites his lip, smiling. “You are kind of a baby though.”
Jungkook narrows his eyes, not offended, more amused than anything. “Would you kiss a baby the way you just kissed me?”
“No, I don’t mean like that, I just mean." Taehyung pinches one of Jungkook’s cheeks and Jungkook groans. “You’ve got a really cute vibe about you.”
“Uhh… Thanks?”
“You’re welcome,” Taehyung grins. He runs his hands down Jungkook’s front, pausing to rub his nipples through his shirt a few times, moving on when Jungkook makes a cute noise at the back of his throat. He unbuckles Jungkook’s belt quickly.
“Oh um shit, ok,” Jungkook babbles as Taehyung unbuttons Jungkook’s pants. “There’s probably still people outside.”
“Does that bother you?” Taehyung asks genuinely. They could stop and go to Taehyung's place, but he’d really like to get Jungkook inside him as quick as possible now.
Jungkook blinks at him for a second then says, “no.”
Taehyung smirks. He unzips, shoves Jungkook’s jeans and underwear to his thighs and looks down.
Oh sweet grilled baby cheesus. Holy fucking shit on a cracker.
He’s never gotten on his knees so fast before, whimpering at the sheer size of Jungkook’s cock.
“Oh,” Jungkook exhales again, and Taehyung watches in awe as he gets a little harder, grows a little bigger, and Taehyung’s practically drooling at this point.
“Oh my god,” Taehyung whispers reverently.
“Uh, it’s... most people get kinda intimidated by it, so um, it’s, you know—"
“Jungkook,” Taehyung interrupts.
Jungkook gulps. “Yeah?”
“You’re the answer to my prayers.”
“Uhm, what?”
“Your dick is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my entire life. And I’m an arts student.”
“Oh…”
“It would be a disservice to this gift from the gods if I don’t suck your dick right now.”
Jungkook flushes, biting the inside of his cheek. “ok?”
Taehyung licks his lips. God, Jungkook’s dick is probably bigger than his hold hand-span, which would make it at least eight inches, but if Taehyung's estimations are correct, it’s absolutely longer. He’s going to get his mouth on all of it, he decides.
He laps at the head, licking down the shaft and back up again. He’s going to have to work up to it, so he wraps his fingers around the base and gives it a curious tug as he circles his tongue around the crown. Jungkook shudders, one hand coming to rest on Taehyung’s head, pushing his bangs away from his eyes.
Taehyung gets to work. He has never had to work this hard to get everything in his mouth before, and that thought alone is making him dizzy with want. He works himself up to it, taking more of Jungkook into his mouth as he relaxes his throat further. He jerks off what he can’t take in quite yet, curling his tongue around the underside of what he can take.
He focuses on the feeling of Jungkook sliding down his throat. Fuck, he’s so hard. He really wants Jungkook inside him but the weight of him on his tongue is so good that he can’t give it up just yet. Jungkook’s not just blessed with length but with girth, filling Taehyung’s mouth in a way he’s never felt before.
When his lips finally reach the hilt, he has to hold his breath, because Jungkook’s dick is so far down his throat that it cuts off his breathing.
It’s almost like they both realize that Taehyung has actually managed to take all of Jungkook’s cock at the same time and Taehyung opens his eyes just in time to see Jungkook’s flutter open to look down at him in wonder.
Jungkook makes a strangled noise, and Taehyung draws back to the sound of Jungkook cursing under his breath. It’s only another few seconds of Taehyung bobbing his head earnestly before Jungkook rips Taehyung off his cock so fast that Taehyung nearly chokes, unprepared for it. He doesn’t mind the rough handling, is actually kind of pleasantly surprised that Jungkook is turning out to not be as soft as he seems, but he raises an eyebrow at him anyway.
“Shit, sorry,” Jungkook apologizes quickly, the hand in Taehyung's hair smoothing over his scalp. “Sorry, fuck, I was getting really close and I—”
“Good,” Taehyung says and swallows Jungkook down again.
“Oh holy shit,” Jungkook whispers, head thunking against the wall behind him.
Taehyung pulls out all the stops on his blowjob repertoire, sucking Jungkook’s cock like a man starved, and maybe he is, because he’s never felt so pleased to be on his knees in this bathroom stall than right now, with Jungkook, as he mumbles curses and praises lowly like a chant, whispered “yeah, fuck, just like that Taehyung, god, you’re so fucking good, I’m gonna—”
Taehyung hums encouragingly, burying his nose by Jungkook’s hip as he swallows around Jungkook’s length.
Jungkook comes with a choked off “fuck,” and Taehyung has to hold Jungkook’s hips still so he doesn’t gag, and fuck. Fuck, Taehyung doesn’t even have to swallow, just has to hold his breath and let it all slide down because Jungkook is that far down his throat.
When they’ve both recovered and Taehyung has caught his breath, he stand up, shaky from how amazing that just was. Jungkook reaches for Taehyung’s belt to return the favor but Taehyung stops him.
“No,” Taehyung says, which is really fucking stupid because he’s so hard that it hurts, but he needs to be fucked by that monster of a cock properly, and that’s only going to be feasible on a mattress. He had prepped himself before going out, but he’s definitely not stretched out enough for this. “My place?” he asks.
Jungkook nods enthusiastically, and the two of them get Jungkook zipped up quickly. The latter fumbles with the lock on the stall and they tumble out together. The restroom is empty now, and Taehyung catches how red his lips are in the mirror, his hair ruffled from Jungkook’s hand, and he tugs Jungkook toward the door, even more hurried than before.
“I… I guess I’ll text my friends goodbye on the way then,” Jungkook laughs, following Taehyung easily as they make their way to the exit.
“I’m sure that if Jimin knows you’re with me, then he knows you’re not going back to them any time soon.”
“You planning to roll around with me all night, Taehyung?” he asks. His tone is flirtatious and his grin is wide and pretty.
Taehyung grins back at him. His place isn’t far, just a few minutes if they walk fast enough. “Only if you can keep up, Jungkook.”
—
It’s not long before Jungkook is under him in all his naked glory, hands running up and down Taehyung’s sides while Taehyung preps himself, knees on either side of Jungkook’s ribs and glowing under the wide-eyed look that roams over his body.
Jungkook had offered to finger him, but Taehyung had swatted his hand away gently. Not that he wouldn’t like Jungkook’s fingers in him, it’s just quicker if he does it himself.
It’s easy to slide two fingers in, having stretched himself a little earlier anyway, and soon enough he’s got three fingers in and then four.
“Ah, god fuck whatever, whatever, whatever,” Taehyung groans, pulling his fingers out. “I don’t care anymore, just, fuck, need your cock like. Now."
Jungkook’s grips his hip hard enough to stop Taehyung from shuffling backwards to line himself up with his cock. “Hold up, just wait a sec Taehyung.”
“What?” Taehyung says, trying to sound irritated but it comes out so whiny that he’s almost embarrassed.
“I just… I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“You’re sweet,” Taehyung replies, “but I can handle myself.”
“Okay, just be—oh my fucking god, okay—"
Taehyung sinks down on that big, fat cock so fast, he’s going cross-eyed. He manages to get halfway pretty quickly and stalls a little there, the stretch already burning. “Jungkook—” he chokes out.
“Fuck,” is all he gets back in response, Jungkook’s eyes trained on where his cock is disappearing into Taehyung’s hole.
Taehyung blinks a couple of times, biting his lip as he sits down slower. He feels so full already, so stretched, and the sting is bordering on too much, but he keeps going, determined to get all of it inside him. When he finally sits on Jungkook’s thighs, he whimpers, eyes falling shut. He’s got an eight-inch dildo under his bed, but it never felt like this. Fuck, he’s never going to be able to go back.
Jungkook lets out a breathy moan before asking, “hey, you okay there, Taehyung?”
“Mhmn,” Taehyung nods, squeezing his eyes shut further as he grinds in Jungkook’s lap just to see how it feels. He almost jolts, his body feels like a livewire and Jungkook is massive enough to be placing pressure on his prostate just by being inside him.
His mind is drawing a blank and he mewls as he circles his hips, his own cock leaking profusely onto both of their stomachs.
“You’re so… Fuck, I’m…” He lifts himself up slowly, the plump head of Jungkook’s cock dragging along his insides, against that spot inside of him. His back arches as he moans long and loud.
He really can’t think, and his legs are shaking. He vaguely hears Jungkook saying something and before he knows it, he’s on his back and Jungkook is above him instead. “This okay?”
Taehyung nods, eyes trained on how Jungkook is checking his face for any sign that he’s in pain. “Just fuck me,” he says. “Fuck me. Show me you’ve not got that big cock for nothing.”
“You’re... sure?”
“Unless you can’t do it, kid. Un which case, flip us back over and I’ll do it myse—ahh!”
Jungkook snaps his hips, lifting Taehyung's ass off the bed with his hands so that the angle is just right. “God, Taehyung,” he says, “no one’s ever just swallowed up my cock like this.”
“I thought—oh fuck—I thought you said you weren’t a virgin.”
“I’m not. Like I said though, most people are usually intimidated.”
“’M not most people,” Taehyung gasps.
“I can see that,” Jungkook growls. “You wanna be fucked so full you can feel it in your throat, huh.”
Taehyung is so strung out, pulled so tight and ready to snap, and when Jungkook lifts one of his legs onto his shoulder, the dam breaks and Taehyung comes without warning, keening and shaking, one hand gripping Jungkook’s hair, one hand fisting at the sheets.
“Uh, fuck,” Jungkook groans as Taehyung clenches around him. “You’re gorgeous when you come.”
He starts pulling out and Taehyung can barely register what’s happening, still twitching from his orgasm. “What on earth do you think you’re doing?”
“Uh…”
“Don’t stop,” Taehyung says, tugging at Jungkook’s shoulder. “You’re not tapping out on me yet.”
“Fuck,” Jungkook swears, sounding awed. “Okay.”
Jungkook slides back in and Taehyung could cry at how Jungkook is carving a space inside him for his cock. He’s so sensitive that he has to stop himself from thrashing around too much, moaning, “don’t stop, Jungkook, fuck,” as he shakes.
And Jungkook doesn’t.
If Taehyung had any brainpower left, he’d be dropping praises in Jungkook's ear, calling him a good boy. As it is, with Jungkook fucking him so well he can feel it in his teeth, he’s pretty incapable of thinking before he speaks.
“S’ good, T’hyung. Taking me so well, made such a pretty mess of yourself, and you’re still hard and ready to be fucked.”
It’s kind of unfair, if Taehyung really thinks about it—it's hard to think of anything really when Jungkook’s ripping him in half in the best way possible and Taehyung’s eyes are rolling back into his skull—but it really is a little unfair that Jungkook has these bulging muscles and this cute face, and he’s packing the biggest cock Taehyung’s ever seen (and he’s seen a lot of cocks), and he knows exactly how to use it, despite telling Taehyung that he’s never fucked anyone like this before.
Jungkook’s so deep inside him, it’s like he’s nestled between his lungs and Taehyung can’t breathe, can’t do anything but babble about how good it feels while he tries to stave off another orgasm already.
Jungkook comes with a short string of curses between “I’m close” and “gonna come” and “you’re so tight, gonna make me come,” as he spills into the condom.
Taehyung’s guts have definitely been rearranged and that thought, along with how well he feel Jungkook pulsing inside him from how he’s wrapped around Jungkook's cock like a vice, has him coming a second time with a cry.
“Nn, s-shit,” Jungkook mutters into the crook of Taehyung’s neck, bending Taehyung in half as his jackhammering slows to a stop with Taehyung squeezing around his throbbing dick.
“Fuck,” Taehyung whines, high-pitched and breathy. He feels so full and it’s so good. As much as he wants Jungkook to stay in him forever, he’s not sure he wants to get hard again so quickly. He definitely needs some water at least from how much screaming he just did. “You—I’m gonna get hard again if you don’t pull out,” he whimpers, rocking back onto Jungkook’s cock masochistically, because he really, really can’t help it, and it makes Jungkook shiver on top of him from the overstimulation.
Jungkook pulls out with a groan and Taehyung watches in the low light of from his nightstand lamp as Jungkook ties off the condom and searches for somewhere to dispose of it. He waves a hand to the trashcan and Jungkook throws it right in on the first try. Jungkook looks quite proud of himself for managing that, which makes Taehyung laugh a little.
“I don’t think I can move,” Taehyung admits, trying to stretch his legs. Jungkook graciously offers to get him a towel and once they’ve cleaned up, Taehyung pushes himself to go get them both some water. When he comes back, Jungkook is already getting dressed and he thanks Taehyung with a smile when the latter holds out the glass.
“Why are you putting on clothes when I’m just going to rip them off you again soon?” Taehyung asks, before gulping down his water.
“Oh. Uh…”
“Not that you’re obliged to stay, but I did say you won’t be going home any time soon. Offer’s still on the table.”
“Really?” Jungkook asks, part-concerned and part-amazed. “Aren’t you going to be sore?”
“I’m counting on it,” Taehyung smirks.
Jungkook flushes red again. “I—” Jungkook considers for a minute. Then, sheepishly, “I don’t think I can get it up again for at least another thirty minutes.”
Taehyung shrugs. “Then we’ll pack in two episodes of a sitcom or an anime. Whichever is your preference. I have a ton of random CDs so you can pick whatever you want.”
Jungkook breaks out into a smile. “You got Haikyuu or One Piece in that collection?”
“What do you take me for? Of course I do,” Taehyung grins back.