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Sometimes, Jungkook can’t stand his roommate. Whether it’s leaving his hair products all over their shared bathroom counter, leaving his sandals in the middle of the hallway, or his incredibly loud—and frankly, mortifying—dad sneeze, they’ve just never quite gotten along.
They met in college, sharing a mutual friend group that they stuck with over the years. Despite basically being forced to spend the entirety of undergrad together, the pair were never able to come anywhere close to friends. Jungkook thinks they’re just too opposite. He’s a bit of a neat freak—Taehyung calls him neurotic—while his roommate lives more “free-spirited”. Jungkook would prefer to call him a messy slob, but he tries not to be rude.
On top of that, Taehyung has a bit of an eccentric and outgoing personality. He’s a social butterfly with eclectic tastes. Jungkook fancies himself more of a homebody and highly prefers a modern and sleek approach to home decor.
Unfortunately for them both, their leases were up, and Jungkook desperately needed a place to live while Taehyung needed someone to take the second bedroom. Surprisingly, they do find some common ground on occasion. They have similar movie and video game tastes, so they’ve been able to sit down and spend time together when they’re not at each other’s throats.
It’s not ideal—the two fight over incredibly stupid things constantly—but they’ve managed to live together for two years without causing each other physical harm. Except for the one time when Taehyung pinned him, so Jungkook took a bite out of the man’s arm. Taehyung called him a feral dog for the better half of a month.
Not unlike many of his days, Taehyung’s lingering presence has found yet another way to annoy Jungkook. As soon as he walks into the living room, he’s greeted by a pair of house slippers haphazardly placed in the space between there and the kitchen. Jungkook rolls his eyes. One of these days he’s gonna throw those slippers out the fucking window. He’s tried telling his roommate approximately 10 million times that he needs to pick up his shoes, and yet there they always are.
He ignores his mild irritation and heads to the kitchen. It’s early afternoon in Saturday, which means Jungkook is going to spend the better half of his day binging his new favorite show while throwing back beers and popcorn.
Grabbing a bag of popcorn from the pantry, he shoves it into the microwave before peeking into the fridge. He lets out a huff, realizing he finished his six pack a few days ago. Much to his delight though, Taehyung seems to still have a few bottles left.
Leaning up just enough to speak over the fridge door, Jungkook yells out toward the hall, “Taehyung, I’m stealing one of your beers!”
After some shuffling is heard, Jungkook hears a muffled voice loudly respond. “What did you say?!”
The microwave beeps, so Jungkook takes the beer and the bag and starts heading back to the living room. “I said I’m stealing one of your beers!”
A door opens, making Taehyung’s voice ring more clearly. “What about beers?”
“I said I’m-“ CRASH.
Okay, Jungkook is officially going to put those fucking slippers in a wood-chipper. As if his luck could get any worse, Jungkook’s foot landed directly on one of those damned slippers, sending him sliding across the floor only to fall directly onto their glass coffee table.
The man yelps, body stiff as he tries to lift himself up without sticking his hands into shards of glass. He brushes some of the pieces off of his clothes, inspecting himself for any injuries. Thankfully, aside from the pain in his back and ass from the hard fall, he seems to only have a few minor tears in his shirt.
Taehyung immediately comes barreling into the living room, eyes wide when he sees the sorry state of his roommate. “What the fuck happened?!”
Jungkook huffs, glaring daggers into his roommate as the image of those fucking slippers enters his brain. “Why don’t you ask your fucking shoes?!” He picks up one of the sandals and throws it directly at Taehyung’s head.
Much to his dismay, he misses, only managing to hit the man’s shoulder. Taehyung scoffs, throwing the slipper to the side. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means your complete inability to pick up after yourself caused me to slip and land on the fucking coffee table.” Jungkook finally gets his bearings, picking himself up and carefully stepping out of the sea of glass shards and broken wood pieces.
“Are you fucking serious? This wouldn’t have happened if you actually paid attention to where you were going!”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, picking up a slipper again and whacking Taehyung’s arm with it. “Don’t blame this on me, you slob!”
Letting out the most dramatic scoff Jungkook has ever heard, Taehyung picks up the other slipper, hitting the man’s arm just as hard. “Yes, I can, you clumsy little shit, it’s not my ass that broke the coffee table!”
The two immediately start hitting each other with the slippers, the room resounding with their insults and the thuds of shoe soles. Finally, Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s wrist, stopping him in his tracks.
“Enough! It doesn’t matter who’s at fault here—even though it’s clearly you.” Taehyung raises a finger to hush the retort on Jungkook’s tongue. “What matters is we need a new fucking coffee table. So clean up this mess, and then we’re going to IKEA.”
“You’re not gonna help me clean?” Jungkook accuses, arms perched on his hips.
Taehyung raises an eyebrow at him before picking up the two discarded slippers off the floor. “There, I cleaned up my part of this mess. Now you clean yours.” Before Jungkook can get another word in, his roommate spins on his heels and heads back to his room.
“Bitch.” Jungkook mumbles under his breath. He turns around, facing the absolute disaster zone in front of him. His eyes land on the beer bottle that slipped from his hand as he fell. “Oh hey, beer’s still good.” He smiles to himself, picking up the bottle and taking his pocket knife out to uncap it.
“The least that dickhead can do for me is give me a free beer.” He remarks to himself before taking a swig.
After Jungkook spends a solid 30 minutes struggling to pick up all the broken glass pieces, Taehyung comes out of his room. Despite initially abandoning Jungkook to complete the task alone, he grabs a dustpan from the kitchen and starts to help. Neither party commented on the change of heart.
With two people working together, the task goes by much quicker, and in no time, they’re done.
Taehyung collapses back against the couch with a huff. “All right, let’s go to IKEA.”
Jungkook whines, falling down on the space next to Taehyung. He grabs the beer off the side table, indulging in a big sip. “Fine, let me finish this first.”
His roommate glances over, eyeing the bottle. “Is that my beer?”
With a quirk of his brow, Jungkook holds eye contact as he takes another swig. “Consider it hazard pay for endangering my life with those fucking slippers.”
Taehyung huffs a chuckle, rolling his eyes. Despite his best efforts, Jungkook can see the amusement in his features. “Whatever, klutz.”
- - -
As soon as they walk into the store, Jungkook starts to plan. “Okay, I think the coffee tables are probably over by the living room sets on the second floor.“
The pair begin their trek through the massive department store, passing by rows of bedding, furniture, and decor. There’s a clearly defined path that marks their course. Taehyung sighs as they’re led through every single row of items in order to get to the showroom. “God, it’s so insidious how IKEA makes you walk through the entire fucking store just to get to the second floor.”
Jungkook shrugs, eyeing a Bluetooth speaker. “It’s how they get you to buy shit you weren’t planning to.” He leans over, peaking at the price.
Before he can get too invested, Taehyung flicks him on the side of the head. “Clearly, it’s working; don’t get distracted.”
With a bemused pout, Jungkook continues their walk. “So, what kind of coffee table are we getting?”
“Well, I looked at some online, and I like the Stockholm, the Jakobsfors, and the Holmenud.”
Jungkook can’t help but scoff; he’d looked online too and every one of those is exactly Taehyung’s type. “You would like those. Too art deco for me.”
By this point, they’ve reached the edge of the first floor and start heading up the stairs. “And what would you choose, since you’re such a furniture connoisseur?”
“I was thinking we could get the Vihals. It seemed functional, and the wheels would be convenient. ” Before he can explain himself further, Taehyung laughs.
“You just fell onto our last coffee table. Don’t you think wheels would be a bit hazardous for you?”
Jungkook glares at his roommate, stopping near the bedroom sets as they reach the second floor. “Fine,” he grumbles, “what about the Vittjo?”
The look on Taehyung’s face is deadpan. “Another glass coffee table? I’m not trying to make a second trip to IKEA.”
Something in Jungkook snaps, irritation flooding out from this absolute shit storm of a day. “Oh fuck you, Taehyung. You’re lucky I even let you come. I’m surprised you didn’t pick a table made out of dildos or with a face or something equally fucking ridiculous.”
Taehyung gasps, offense clear on his face as he points an accusing finger at Jungkook. “You just don’t understand modern art, you uncultured little shit!”
Jungkook raises his hands in the air with incredulity, the volume of his voice rising. “When I moved in, your dining chairs had asses!”
“At least I had dining chairs! If it was up to you, the only furniture we’d have would be beanbags and a fold-out table!” Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest, hackles rising.
“At least then we’d be economical! You spend money on the dumbest shit. If you’re so fucking cultured, why don’t you pick up a book on minimalism, you slob!”
The comment must have set Taehyung off because, in a flash, Jungkook is being kicked in the shin. “Fuck you!”
Jungkook scoffs, returning the kick with one of his own. “Fuck you!”
The pair trade murderous glares for a long and quiet moment. Jungkook doesn’t know who lunges first, but before he knows it, they’re shoving each other, grabbing at each other’s shoulders, trying to get the upper hand. Ironically, their fight never crosses whatever unwritten rule they have to never escalate to punches, instead leaving them looking like two pre-teen boys fighting over a remote control.
Their scuffle leads them to the edge of a bed, Jungkook taking the opportunity to throw Taehyung down onto it. He’s swift as he moves on top of him, trying to get a hold of Taehyung’s flailing arms. He grabs onto them, but his roommate is successful in breaking out, using his legs to flip them over.
Taehyung laughs maniacally at his small win. “Haha, got you, fucker.”
Jungkook huffs, eyes squinting as he strategizes his escape. He glances over, picking up one of the dense pillows and whacking Taehyung with it. The move is surprising enough for the man to fall off his lap, landing on his stomach next to him.
Before Taehyung has the chance to collect himself, Jungkook plants himself on top of the man, immobilizing him. Taehyung lays his cheek on the mattress, trying to swat up at Jungkook.
He grabs the pillow, shoving it on top of Taehyung’s head. The pillow smushes the man’s face, forcing his lips to squish and make him look like a fish. His body squirms as he tries to wriggle out of Jungkook’s hold before hurling more insults. Unfortunately for him, they come out much less threatening when his smushed face makes the words come out mumbled. “I’ll kill you, you neurotic asshole!”
“Shh, shh, go to sleep.” Jungkook taunts, keeping the pillow over the side of Taehyung’s face to successfully keep him there.
“I’m gonna slit your fucking throat when I get out of this!” Taehyung’s arms continue to flail, letting his body jostle to try and throw Jungkook off balance. He manages to get a hand up just right to smack Jungkook in the face.
“Ow!” Jungkook yells, rubbing his cheek at the sting. It’s enough of a distraction for Taehyung to buck up and throw him off.
His roommate’s eyes are devilishly giddy as he stares him down, ready to pounce. “I’ve got you now!” He lunges at Jungkook, but before he can continue their squabble, the pair are stopped in their tracks by the sound of a little girl.
“What are you doing?” The girl asks curiously, head tilted to the side and brows scrunched in confusion as she assesses their precarious positions on the bed.
The two stare wide-eyed at the young girl, having entirely forgotten that they are in a very public department store filled with families looking for home decor. Their bodies stay frozen in places as they look back at each other, neither knowing quite what to do next.
Jungkook attempts to speak first, looking back at the girl as he grasps for words. “Uhhhhh.” He looks back at the man on top of them, even more aware of how questionable their positions are. He glares at Taehyung, whispering venomously, “get the fuck off me!”
Taehyung quickly extricates himself from Jungkook’s lap, creating as much distance between them as is possible on a queen-size mattress. Just as Taehyung is about to try his hand at speaking, the little girl’s mother comes running up to her.
Her eyes are hard and judging as she stares the two down. She reaches down, taking her daughter’s hand and quickly pulling her away. The girl looks back once, waving goodbye. The roommates awkwardly return it with a wave of their own.
The pair get off the mattress, sheepishly looking around at the few people giving them questioning looks. Thankfully, no workers seem to have seen their fight. Quietly, they take the walk of shame to the living room section.
Taehyung side-eyes Jungkook as they walk, “Were you really gonna murder me in the middle of an IKEA?”
Jungkook shrugs, nonplused. “Good a place as any.” He looks over at his roommate, giving him a sly smirk.
The man fakes a laugh before sticking a middle finger up. “You’re so funny,” he comments, voice dripping in sarcasm.
His smile is smug when Jungkook answers, “Why yes I am.”
- - -
By some stroke of luck, Taehyung and Jungkook manage to get a coffee table, the Havsta, without killing each other. It’s a sleek black and, per Taehyung’s insistence, does not have a glass top. Giant box in hand, they head back to their apartment to set it up.
As soon as they walk through the door, Jungkook drops onto the couch, exhaling. “God, I’m tired.” He allows his eyes to close.
Taehyung walks up to him, lightly pushing on Jungkook’s shoulder. “Hey, get up, we gotta build this shit.”
Jungkook lets out a frustrated whine but concedes, body heavy as he slumps off the couch and onto the floor. Taehyung brings in the box, setting it down on the rug. They cut it open, pulling out all of the various parts along with the instructions.
Grabbing the manual, Taehyung reads through the pages to get his bearings. His eyebrows scrunch together as he reads. After a moment of silence, Jungkook’s patience runs thin.
“Give me that,” he demands as he snatches the papers out of his roommate’s hands. His eyes scan over the first few pages, and he immediately understands why Taehyung looked so confused. “There’s no labels on the parts. How are we supposed to know which part is which?”
He looks up at Taehyung for some kind of answer but is only met with a shrug. Jungkook huffs, throwing the instructions down onto the rug, “you know what, who needs instructions?” Channeling the unearned confidence to blindly put together a piece of furniture, Jungkook starts to grab pieces.
Taehyung stares at him, expression deadpan. “We do. You’re not Bob the Builder, Jungkook.” He snatches the manual back, reading it over carefully once again. “Okay, I’m just gonna call out parts, and you go through and see if we have them all.”
Jungkook sighs, placing the bags of pieces out in front of him. “Whatever, let’s just get this over with.”
“Okay, we need 4 of the weird screws that have like the screwy bit on the bottom and are in 4 sections in the center and have a top where the screwdriver goes in.” Jungkook’s eyes glaze over as he listens to Taehyung’s description.
This is going to be a long night.
He scours through the individually packaged pieces and holds up one. “This one?”
“No.”
“How about this one?”
“No.”
“Oh my fucking god, is it this one?”
“Yes!” Taehyung confirms with a grin.
Jungkook sighs, counting the pieces. “Okay, there’s 4, what’s next?”
Taehyung continues to name out random pieces as Jungkook blindly searches through the bags. When they’ve confirmed all are accounted for, Jungkook rips into the bags, pouring their contents out onto the carpet.
“Don’t do that, idiot! We’re gonna lose the damn pieces if we don’t keep them in the bag.” Taehyung scolds.
Rolling his eyes, Jungkook continues his task. “No, we won’t, relax.”
It’s Taehyung’s turn to roll his eyes. He gets up from the floor and responds, “Don’t complain to me when I’m right. I’m going to get the screwdriver.”
Jungkook’s annoyance only grows, murmuring under his breath as he mocks his roommate’s warning. It’s childish, he knows, but the guy just gets right under his skin.
Just as Taehyung comes back, he loses his footing where the wood meets the rug, just barely catching himself from falling. Jungkook looks at him with a sly grin, eyebrow cocked. “See? Guess I’m not the only clumsy one in this house.”
Taehyung straightens up, sending Jungkook the middle finger before plopping back down on the floor. “Fuck off.”
Finally, they begin putting the table together. The pair take turns looking over the instructions and relaying them to each other. Unfortunately, the instructions aren’t as simple as they would have hoped.
“Which screw do we use for this hole?”
“The smaller one without the middle bit.”
“Can you just fucking hand it to me?”
“Which way is up?”
“Oh my god, we screwed it in upside down.”
“WHY ARE THERE NO FUCKING WORDS IN THIS INSTRUCTION MANUAL?”
“Uh, where’s the last screw?”
“Oh no.”
“See, I told you we were gonna lose a screw, you fucking moron!”
“Shut the fuck up, I’ll find it!”
After spending 10 minutes looking for the piece on their hands and knees, Jungkook finally sees it under the couch. He springs up, holding the screw like a treasure. “Got you, fucker!”
When all is said and done, it took them around two hours to build the table. The pair huff, bodies exhausted from the events of the day. They get up from the floor, pushing all of the plastic and cardboard to the side to deal with later. Jungkook falls onto the couch first, back melting into the cushion. Taehyung is close behind, taking the spot to his right and resting his socked feet on their new coffee table.
They let out shared sighs of relief. Allowing himself to fully relax, Jungkook decides to put his feet up on the table, too. A moment of amicable silence washes over them, Jungkook letting his eyes slip closed.
And then, they hear a noise. The sound of wood creaking comes from below their feet, and within just a few seconds, the entire table is bending sideways. All their hard work is a heap of wood on the floor.
Jungkook snaps as he gets up from the couch, a frustrated scream reverberating from his lungs as he pulls at his hair. “Are you fucking serious?!”
Getting to his feet, Taehyung immediately matches his energy. “This is all your fault!”
“My fault?! You’re the one who put your giant fucking yeti feet on the table!” Jungkook’s nostrils flair, the tension of a day full of frustration encompassing the pair.
Taehyung pushes a finger harshly into Jungkook’s chest. “Well, it wouldn’t have fallen apart if you knew how to screw in a fucking screw!”
Jungkook growls. Finally, at his wit’s end, he pounces on Taehyung, wrestling him down onto the couch. Within seconds, he’s on top of his roommate, shaking his shoulders furiously. Taehyung waits no time before starting to fight back, equally ramped up. He curls his leg around Jungkook’s, using the move to roll them off the couch.
With Taehyung now on top, he punches Jungkook’s arm, letting out his frustration. When he brings his hand up again, Jungkook grabs it, pulling it close to try and throw him off balance. Taehyung warns, “Don’t you try to bite me again, you fucker.” Jungkook manages to pull him down enough to put Taehyung into a headlock, attempting to roll them over again.
Seeking purchase at Jungkook’s sides, Taehyung squeezes the flesh, struggling in the man’s grip. Jungkook flinches, and suddenly, he’s laughing. He’s incredibly ticklish in his sides. The pair both stop dead in their tracks, Jungkook’s hold loosening and allowing Taehyung to hover above him. The man’s eyes are suddenly much less angry and much more devious.
Jungkook squints his eyes at him, hoping his expression is warning enough. “No.”
With a sly grin, Taehyung responds, “Yes.” He doesn’t give Jungkook even a moment before his fingers find his sides again. He digs them into the soft flesh, eliciting an instant response. Jungkook cackles, uncontrollable laughter passing his lips. He squirms, grabbing Taehyung’s wrists in an attempt to wriggle away.
Taehyung lets out his own giggles, clearly amused by his roommate’s kryptonite. Jungkook finds himself laughing so hard that tears well in his eyes. He tries to reprimand through his cackles, “I said knock it off, dipshit!” Having enough of Taehyung’s fun, he brings his knee up, the blow landing on the side of the man’s groin.
Groaning from the hit, Taehyung falls off of Jungkook, landing on the rug next to him. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Jungkook gets on top of him. Taehyung is still recovering, face pained as he glares at him. “That was a cheap fucking shot.”
Jungkook huffs, breathing labored from the strain of laughing so hard. “Yeah, well, I’m on top, so who gives a shit.” He grabs his roommate’s wrists, pinning them to the rug. He slides down to sit atop Taehyung’s thighs, squeezing his leg muscles to keep Taehyung immobilized. “Hah! Fuck you, I win!”
Too tired to fight back, Taehyung accepts his defeat, muscles going lax under Jungkook’s hold. They’re both panting, letting out hot puffs of air as sweat sticks to their skin. It’s quiet as they look at each other, eyes hard. Taehyung scoffs, “You’re insufferable.”
“Yeah? So are you.” Jungkook retorts, squeezing Taehyung’s wrist for good measure, just a reminder of who won.
For a long moment, neither says a thing, letting their eyes speak instead. As Jungkook stares, he realizes he’s never really looked at Taehyung this long before. His jaw is sharper than he’d realized. It’s angular and suits his face well. His eyes catch onto a bead of sweat at the edge of his chin. It drips slowly, making a path down to the hollow of Taehyung’s collarbone. Jungkook swallows.
Taehyung watches him carefully, brows scrunching just a hair as if contemplating. Jungkook is suddenly very aware—aware of the tension, the closeness of their bodies, how quiet it is with only their breathing filling the space.
As if compelled, Jungkook surges forward, pressing his lips hard against Taehyung’s. His roommate reciprocates with enthusiasm. Their lips move roughly over each other, little finesse in the way they move. Jungkook feels a sense of hunger builds in him, biting at the flesh of Taehyung’s bottom lip. He’s not gentle, but it elicits a groan from the other, Taehyung taking the opportunity to swipe his tongue over Jungkook’s lip.
He takes the bait, opening his mouth and awarding Taehyung entrance. It sends a zing down Jungkook’s spine when he feels their tongues touch. The wet muscles explore each other eagerly. Their kissing is as rough as they’re fighting, the pair alternating between bruising pressure when their lips meet and pulling hard on the soft flesh. They share heavy breaths, letting their tongues dance wetly.
Jungkook lets go of Taehyung’s wrists, putting a hand on the side of the man’s neck to guide the kiss while the other arm holds his weight up. Taehyung uses his newly freed hands to take charge. He pulls at the strands at the back of Jungkook’s head, deepening the kiss further. His other hand pulls gruffly at the man’s waist, pulling his body flush against him. Jungkook can’t help the quiet moan that comes at the new proximity.
Suddenly, Taehyung winces, stopping their kiss. “Ow.”
Jungkook straightens up, looking down at Taehyung with growing concern. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I think I’m laying on a fucking screw.” Taehyung winces again, reaching under himself and pulling the sharp object from under his back. He chucks it to the side, leaning back on his elbows to look up at Jungkook. It pulls a small chuckle out of Jungkook, Taehyung mirroring it with one of his own. “Let’s get off the damn floor.”
Extricating himself from Taehyung’s lap, Jungkook gets up to sit on the couch. Now that his mind isn’t clouded by hot lips and wandering hands, he’s suddenly much more conscious of the situation and what they’ve been doing. His cheeks flush, unable to control his own shyness as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt, eyes cast down at it.
Taehyung gets up, walks over to Jungkook, and stands between the man’s legs. He holds Jungkook’s chin, tilting it up to get him to look back. His eyes are dark as he stares, lips forming a teasing smirk. “Got such innocent doe eyes for such a fucking brat.”
Jungkook’s cock stirs in his jeans, challenge ready on his tongue, “yeah? You think I’m a brat now? Just you fucking wait.”
The grip on Jungkook’s chin grows firmer, Taehyung’s smile sly. Within seconds, Jungkook feels the man’s tongue in the farthest parts of his mouth. It takes him by surprise, but he recovers quickly, moaning into the kiss. He pulls on Taehyung’s shirt to feel him closer, the man kneeing onto the couch to hover above him.
Hard muscles flex under Jungkook’s wandering hands that roam over Taehyung’s back. Desperation claws at the last shreds of his sanity, eager to feel every inch of skin. Taehyung’s fingers still grip his jaw, dominating the kiss. His tongue licks with intent. Every time it touches the tip of Jungkook’s, it makes his toes curl.
Hands becoming greedy, Jungkook lets them travel under Taehyung’s shirt. He scrapes over the soft skin, and all he wants is to feel it against his own. Taehyung pulls back with Jungkook chasing his lips. He’s able to escape just long enough to pull off his shirt and dive back in.
With full access to his chest, Jungkook indulges himself, gripping the firm flesh between his fingers. Taehyung moans, pushing into Jungkook’s hands. His own fingers start to explore, feeling under the man’s shirt to grab his waist. The long digits wrap around him so nicely that Jungkook can’t help but arch into the touch.
It isn’t long before they both grow impatient, throwing Jungkook’s shirt to the side as well. Taehyung pulls him back into a rough kiss before whispering against his lips, “Lube?”
Jungkook pants, voice just as low, “left side drawer next to my bed.” He pecks his lips once more for good measure, eyes sultry when he pulls back. “Be quick.”
Taehyung smirks, wasting no more time and getting up to search Jungkook’s room. Jungkook swiftly takes off the rest of his clothes and lays against the couch cushions. Taehyung returns moments later but stops in his tracks when he catches sight of Jungkook. His eyes are penetrating as they scrutinize each curve of Jungkook’s body.
Following suit, he shucks off his pants and gets onto the couch in front of Jungkook. Leaning back on his calves, he stares openly at every inch of naked, sweat-slick skin. Jungkook takes the opportunity to peek at Taehyung’s cock, hanging heavy between his legs. It only serves to make Jungkook more impatient for them to get to it.
“We gonna have a staring contest, or are you gonna use that big useless dick to fuck me like I deserve?” He cocks his brow, spreading his legs in invitation.
“Little shit,” Taehyung growls, leaning in to capture his lips in another kiss. He presses his weight down into Jungkook, warm bodies gliding deliciously over each other.
It’s exactly what Jungkook was looking for, the feel of skin on skin. Taehyung’s hips grind down, Jungkook rocking his own to match it. The rough slide of their cocks is enough to pull a wanton moan from Jungkook’s lips. The kiss grows messy, becoming little more than sharing panting breaths and wet tongues.
Jungkook feels all of the frustration and tension of this day—hell, the last three years—pour into their actions. He never imagined they’d let it out like this, but now that he has, he’s aching for it.
“Want you to fuck me hard, Taehyung. Want you to fuck me till I can’t feel my fucking legs.” His hips buck up, clawing at Taehyung’s lower back to help the grind. It’s hot and sweaty, and it makes their skin stick, rough in all the right ways. “Want you to make it hurt.”
Taehyung’s chuckle is dark when he responds, “Yeah? Always knew you kinda liked it when I hit you. Probably just pissed me off for your own pleasure, you little masochist.”
Jungkook huffs a laugh, “shut the fuck up.” He sinks his teeth into Taehyung’s bottom lip, biting hard enough to pull a groan from the man. Maybe Taehyung is a little bit of a masochist too.
Having reached his own limit, Taehyung grabs the lube, coating his fingers. He hovers over Jungkook, grabbing his jaw to lick into the man’s mouth. His other fingers rub slow circles over his fluttering hole, relishing in the way the soft tissue gives under the light pressure. Despite Jungkook’s goading, Taehyung takes his time, letting one finger push in at a steady pace.
It tugs at the antsiness that itches under Jungkook’s skin, body restless. He pushes down onto the digit, forcing it further in as he grasps onto Taehyung’s neck. He breaks their kiss to taunt the man, hoping some encouragement might get him his way. “I’m not going to break. I know you’re just trying to piss me off, so use those fingers and get on with it.”
Taehyung chuckles darkly, granting him a second finger but pace just as slow. “So fucking mouthy. Should have shoved my cock in there so you’d learn to shut the fuck up.”
Jungkook huffs, a mix of amusement and desire in his eyes. He grabs the strands at the back of Taehyung’s head and pulls hard. He relishes in the hiss it grants him. It has the desired effect, Taehyung’s own frustrated arousal showing itself in the way he shoves his fingers in with more force.
When a third finger breaches his rim, Jungkook keens. The stretch is just enough to teeter on discomfort, but he likes it that way. Taehyung’s fingertips rub his walls, crooking up and pressing on his prostate. Jungkook arches into the sensation, using his hold on Taehyung’s hair to pull him closer. “Enough,” he demands, although it sounds more like a plea.
Taehyung indulges him, pulling his fingers out and coating his cock in lube. Before long, the tip is pressing against Jungkook’s hole. When the head opens him up, he moans, hands clutching the couch cushions. “Oh fuck.” His words are breathy, eyebrows scrunching as Taehyung pushes further in.
The look on Taehyung’s face is smug, lips upturned as he watches Jungkook’s expression change. “Not so mouthy now, huh?”
Even with the overwhelming sensation of fullness, Jungkook still finds it in himself to keep goading. “Just fuck me, asshole.”
“As you wish,” Taehyung concedes, not looking the least bit put off by the brashness of Jungkook’s demands.
Without further delay, Taehyung grabs onto Jungkook’s calves, pushing them up until his thighs are touching his chest. With a mischievous smirk, the man thrusts into Jungkook’s tight heat with intent. It pulls a soft groan out of Jungkook, feeling full and eager for more. He demands with a breathy, “Faster.”
Fulfilling the man’s request, Taehyung picks up the pace, using his large hands to push onto Jungkook’s thighs and fuck into him with vigor. He’s immediately rough with it, movements powerful and pushing the man’s body up the couch with each thrust. Taehyung has a permanent smirk on his face, watching intently as Jungkook’s face starts to twist.
Taehyung lets go of Jungkook’s legs, letting the weight of his body keep them bent. He uses his now free hands to grab Jungkook’s tits, watching them jiggle as the other bounces on his cock. The rough handling presses Jungkook’s buttons in all the right ways. He bites his lip, putting a hand behind himself to grab onto the armrest as he pushes himself down onto Taehyung’s cock.
The sound of skin slapping against skin is filthy, making his ears burn. Each time their bodies collide, it sends shivers up Jungkook’s spine, the harsh smack of his ass against Taehyung’s hips setting him alight.
He can’t help but want to taunt Taehyung even more, greedy to take everything he can from the man. “Didn’t I tell you to fuck me hard?” He challenges with a quirk of his brow. It loses some of its effect with how heavily Jungkook pants through it, but it works well enough to provoke Taehyung into action.
Taehyung huffs an amused chuckle, letting go of Jungkook’s chest to grab the armrest with both hands. “You asked for it.” He uses his new leverage to fuck into Jungkook as hard as he can, pelvis slamming into the man’s cheeks on impact.
It elicits a lustful moan from the man, hands scrambling for purchase and gripping onto Taehyung’s shoulders. His legs wrap around his roommate’s waist, holding on for dear life as he gets exactly what he desires. Each thrust knocks his head against the armrest, but he can’t bring himself to care.
It isn’t long before Taehyung shifts his weight just enough, cock rubbing perfectly against Jungkook’s prostate. His toes curl at the delicious friction, eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his nails dig into Taehyung’s skin. “Fuck, right there.” He manages to get out, voice barely above a whisper as he teeters on the edge.
Bringing one hand down to wrap around Jungkook’s leaking and neglected cock, he jerks him off, fucking into his warm cavern fast and hard. His pace is brutal, Jungkook’s breathing becoming more labored by the second as he’s given pleasure from both sides. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” Taehyung’s voice is gruff and breathy, the pet name slipping out without a thought.
At this point, Jungkook’s body is electric, so close to releasing that he can’t even form a coherent sentence. Moans topple incessantly from his lips as he nods his head in affirmation. A deep pressure in the pit of his gut signals his impending climax, body shaking as he finally cums. His eyes roll back, back arching off the couch as he holds onto Taehyung through the aftershocks. Taehyung keeps up his pace, coaxing Jungkook through to completion.
When Jungkook finally comes down, Taehyung slows his thrusts to something slow and shallow, allowing the man a moment to breathe. Jungkook exhales, a shiver coursing through his as he melts against the cushions, body slumping. “Holy fuck.”
The look Taehyung gives him makes Jungkook’s heart skip a beat, a devilish glint to his dark eyes. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?”
Before Jungkook can process his words, his body is being roughly manhandled, forcing him onto his front. It throws him off guard, unable to get his bearings before his hands are being pulled behind him and pinned to his back. His cheek is pressed to the cushion, knees carrying his weight with his ass high in the air.
Taehyung smacks the supple flesh before sliding back home. He wastes no time, jackhammering into Jungkook’s tight heat with ferocity. Jungkook whines from the abuse to his oversensitive hole, but it causes his soft cock to twitch all the same. His body is exhausted, limp under Taehyung’s mercy as he drools onto the fabric. A wash of euphoria blankets him, quiet aside from his whines and desperate moans.
A chuckle resonates from above him as Taehyung pants out, “God, we should’ve been fucking to resolve our problems this whole time.” He laughs, landing another smack on Jungkook’s ass cheek just to see it jiggle. “You’re so much less annoying when you’re being fucked stupid.
Despite his overwhelm, Jungkook still manages to pull his brattiness out for a little longer, managing a slurred, “fuck you, bitch.”
The remark makes Taehyung laugh wholeheartedly, amused by Jungkook’s unwillingness to relent. He takes Jungkook’s wrists in one hand, using the other to grab his shoulder and use it to push him down onto his cock. All Jungkook can do now is take it, body jostling with the force of the man’s thrusts.
Before long, Taehyung’s rhythm falters, letting go of Jungkook’s shoulder to hold onto his hips and fuck him erratically. His fingers dip into the man’s fleshy hips, bruising grip signaling he’s close. With a few more thrusts, Taehyung is cumming with a groan, white hot seed filling Jungkook’s sensitive hole.
He collapses onto Jungkook’s back, the two sharing panting breaths for a moment before Taehyung falls back against the other side of the couch. Jungkook groans at the ache in his muscles, slowly turning onto his back. They both sit naked and sweaty, heavy breaths puffing their chests out with each inhale.
It’s silent for a time as they come down from their highs. Jungkook glances at his roommate, their eyes meeting as soon as he does. And then they’re laughing, amused smiles scrunching their cheeks as they do. Honestly, Jungkook feels delirious and the absurdity of their situation tickles him.
Taehyung huffs, staring Jungkook down as he smirks. “This is still all your fault, you know, dropping your fat ass on our coffee table.”
Jungkook scoffs, kicking Taehyung’s calf with his foot. “Didn’t see you complaining about my fat ass while you were fucking it.”
The retort is immediate, Taehyung shrugging nonchalantly, “Eh, I’ve had better.”
“Oh fuck you, asshole.” Jungkook attempts to kick his roommate again but is unable to when his leg is caught in strong hands.
Taehyung raises an eyebrow, sly grin taunting. “Already did.”
With a playful growl, Jungkook pounces to the other side of the couch, catching Taehyung off guard. He wrestles him down, grabbing onto his roommate’s hands to prevent him from escaping. Taehyung tries to wriggle out of the hold, legs curling around Jungkook’s to get the upper hand. Unfortunately for him, Jungkook has surprising stamina for someone who just got fucked six ways to Sunday.
Jungkook manhandles Taehyung when he sees exhaustion slowing his movements, flipping him onto his stomach. He grabs his arms, trapping them behind his back with one hand while the other smooshes his face into the cushion. Jungkook pants through a chuckle, elated by his victory. “Yeah? How about you let me fuck you this time then?”
He rubs his semi-hard cock over Taehyung’s ass just to prove he can. It pulls a groan from the man below him, pushing back to the shaft to feel it more. “Big words for a guy who drooled all over the couch ‘cause he was getting fucked stupid.” Jungkook sneers, landing a hand on Taehyung’s asscheek with force. Taehyung grunts, hips kicking up. “Stop, you’re gonna make me horny again, and we need to build that fucking table.”
Jungkook whines at the reminder of their absolute failure, but he relents, flopping back onto the couch with a huff. “Fine,” the words come out petulant, a pout pursing his lips.
Taehyung chuckles, getting up to find his clothes and put them back on. He grabs Jungkook’s shirt, shucking it at the man’s face. “Come on. If we finish this, I’ll suck your dick after.”
It’s enough to get Jungkook to spring into action, hastily throwing on his shirt before grabbing his pants. He struggles into them, sticky sweat making it more challenging. He loses his balance, tripping and falling onto the broken pieces of the table.
With an exaggerated sigh, Taehyung stands above him. “The next time you fall, I’m putting a hazard sign on your forehead.”
Jungkook lays back against the wood pieces and stares at the ceiling, finally registering the uncomfortable feeling of cum drying on his ass. He puts a hand up, flipping Taehyung off. This is going to be a long night.