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Jungkook couldn’t stand this anymore. He and the rest of BTS were at a company dinner, casually shoving their faces full of food. There was a reason behind the dinner, but at that point in time, Jungkook couldn’t have cared less whether the dinner was to convince them to go skydiving, a reward, or a party for a holiday. He couldn’t care about any of that because of a certain blonde, tan brat, who was hanging happily off the arms of- well, everyone. His best friend and bandmate, Kim Taehyung.
Taehyung was a naturally touchy person. He jumped on people, hugged them, cuddled them, and ultimately didn’t like not touching someone. Jungkook was fine with that part, but Taehyung also usually had boundaries. A lot of them. You couldn’t touch his stomach, for one, or he’d knee you in the groin without a second thought. You couldn’t rest your hand anywhere near his crotch when sitting down, but the knee was fine. Taehyung would murder you outright if you touched his neck. He got uncomfortable but laughed when his butt was touched. Jungkook had memorized these rules and more, and yet, tonight it seemed everyone was breaking them.
He watched Seokjin grope Taehyung’s bum multiple times during the dinner. He saw Namjoon casually put his hand over Taehyung’s neck. Jimin rubbed in circles on Taehyung’s stomach, playfully making ab jokes. But worst of all, Hoseok was currently almost giving the second youngest a handjob with how close his hand was to the boy’s crotch. He had been the worst out of all of them, shamelessly biting at Taehyung, pinching his butt, wrapping his arms around his waist, and poking his neck at random times. It was, to put it politely, fucking infuriating.
Jungkook had not broken any of the rules since finding them. Not tonight either, and to make it worse, Taehyung was fully accepting all the random touches that he usually fought against. It was painful to watch and for some reason, Jungkook had barely been hung on at all. He knew he looked like a grump, but Taehyung was his best friend, surely he would have cuddled against him at some point, right?!
He stewed silently in his seat, watching Hoseok’s hand out of the corner of his eye. It wasn’t getting higher, but it wasn’t getting lower either, and the longer they spoke the more it looked like they were flirting. Hobi would say something and Taehyung would giggle and lean into him, eyes sparkling as Hoseok also leaned in, the two endlessly laughing about something he knew was probably really obnoxious and dumb. Like them.
Okay, now he was just getting childish. He looks over at Jin and Jimin. Obviously, Seokjin was eagerly telling Jimin stupid dad jokes again. “What’s the difference between a piano, a tuna, and a pot of glue?” When Jimin says nothing, Jin eagerly jumps with, “You can tuna piano but you can’t piano a tuna!” He laughs way too loudly, slapping his knee with his hand like the old idiot he was.
Jimin giggles, obviously trying not to. “What about the glue?”
Then, with a serious face that actually didn’t look that serious and more like Jin was trying not to burst, “I knew you’d get stuck there.”
God. He was so done with Seokjin. And so was Jimin, apparently, because he was sliding out of his seat from how done he was. Jungkook looks over at Rap Monster to see him and Yoongi sitting silently in the corner, obviously full and unbelievably tired. He glances back at Taehyung and Hoseok only to feel his mouth plagued with a bitter taste and his body set aflame with fury. Taehyung was sitting in Hoseok’s lap. The two were paying attention to Seokjin’s awful jokes now, but Jungkook couldn’t hear anything but blurred noises as he glared at them.
Jungkook stands abruptly and walks off, unable to bear watching the two for any longer. In the back of his mind, he heard Taehyung call for him and ask where he was going, but he ignored it. Taehyung’s voice just made him angrier. He walks up to a door and swings it open carelessly before stepping outside, the cool air biting him. It wasn’t cold, but it was much different from the warm atmosphere inside the room. It was dark outside and he had stepped out into a secluded area, the alleyway. The street was quiet and the area dirty, grey, but somehow much more calming than he had expected.
He paces around the alley for a few minutes, but suddenly his phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out and is met with a picture of Taehyung and Hoseok, Tae still sitting in the other’s lap, but he’s making cutesy faces with him. The anger he had cooled returns full force and he, in a moment of exasperation, throws his phone at the wall. He stares at the broken device.
Well.
He never claimed to make good decisions in life. Jungkook yells in frustration and slumps against the wall, pulling his knees to his chest and hugging them whilst grumbling incoherently. He can’t believe Taehyung could make him so upset. He buries his face in his knees and hears the door open. “Soju?” Jungkook looks up and is face to face with a green bottle. He follows the arm holding it up. Taehyung wiggles the bottle, grinning at him, his mouth shaped in a cute box. Jungkook can’t help but glare at him. Pacified, Taehyung sets the soju on the concrete, his grin quickly dropping into a frown. “Did something happen, Kookie?”
Jungkook growls before slowly standing and looking down at Taehyung. Their faces are inches away and all Jungkook can feel is anger. “What would you do if I fucked you in this alley?” He snarls, taking in the way Taehyung’s tan face flushes red almost instantly, how his pupils dilate.
“U-Uh. Get fucked in an alley?” He offers playfully, reaching out to punch Jungkook’s arm with confused gentleness. But when Jungkook doesn’t lighten up, he swallows. “Why are you, um, why are you asking?”
“Because you’ve been open to everything else all night.” Jungkook spits, “And you almost let Hoseok give you a handjob in front of everybody.” He looks over the slightly shorter man, who rubs his arm awkwardly before linking his hands together.
A smirk grows over Taehyung’s face, “Wait. You’re jealous! Right? So that’s why you were glaring so hard.” Taehyung almost seems giddy with the information, eyes lit up. Then Jungkook pushes his chest and approaches again in large strides when he doesn’t go as far back enough as he likes. The younger shoves him against the brick wall, narrowly missing the doorframe and smashes their lips together. He traps Taehyung against the wall, pleased when the older kisses him back excitedly.
He snarls, pulling away and glaring at the smaller. “Let me get one thing straight, Taehyung.” Taehyung watches him attentively, biting his lip as though he were trying to get Jungkook to continue his actions as soon as possible. “You belong to me. ” Taehyung leans forward, attempting to kiss him, but Jungkook pushes him back against the wall. “Who do you belong to?”
The older was almost too eager when he replied, “I’m Jungkook’s slut.” Jungkook pauses for a moment because what but before he has a chance to think about anything, Taehyung forcefully kisses him, and Jungkook pins the older to the wall. He kisses down the older’s neck, whispering.
“Gonna fuck you on this wall. How does it feel knowing people could see you? That people will know what a good little slut you are for me?”
Taehyung moans throatily, his entire body trembling with the force of it. Jungkook supposes that’s enough of an answer for now. He roughly pulls Taehyung’s shirt over his head and, for convenience as he didn’t want to have to put Taehyung down later, strips him completely. The entire thing was completely for convenience and not because Jungkook wanted Taehyung naked as soon as possible. Obviously. Taehyung’s tan, naked body was ethereal. He was panting with excitement, his cock hard and straining. Jungkook almost groaned at how eager Taehyung was for him. It was making up for everything, the way Taehyung’s chest rose and fell, the way his cheeks were red and his hair fell sloppily in his eyes. God.
He reaches for Taehyung’s thighs, but the other sticks his tongue between his teeth and grins mischievously before dropping to his knees. He undoes Jungkook’s belt with ease and pulls it off, looking at it with a peculiar interest that Jungkook documents for later because jesus, if Tae is into spanking, I’ll- he doesn’t get a chance to finish the fantasizing thought because the older has sunk his mouth onto his dick and was rolling his tongue around it. Jungkook winds his fingers into Taehyung’s hair and groans as the man swallows. “Such a good little cockslut, aren’t you, baby?” He hisses, watching as Taehyung’s eyes move up and meet his. The man moans around Jungkook’s cock and runs his warm tongue along the underside of it, sending waves of pleasure through Jungkook’s body.
“Fuck!” Jungkook growls, pulling Taehyung roughly off of him and staring at his expression, mouth hanging open, precum and saliva dripping from his tongue. Jungkook purrs at the picture before pulling him up and turning him to face the wall. “Bend over. Hands on the wall, spread your legs.” He watches as Taehyung does as he’s commanded, the older’s face twitching with enthusiasm. Jungkook reaches for his discarded pants and pulls out his wallet. He quickly pulls out the tiny bottle of lube he carried in there, because yes, he did like sex, okay? Most guys just wanted to use spit and it just grossed him out. He pops the bottle open and cheekily pours it over Taehyung’s ass, the liquid causing the other to suck in a breath. He chuckles darkly.
“Do I need to prep you?” He smirks, circling a finger around the outside of Taehyung’s hole.
“N-No.” Taehyung curls his fingers.
“Oh? And why is that? Do you fuck yourself?” He growls, positioning the head of his cock at the other man’s entrance.
“I f-fuck myself almost e-every day,” The older admits, voice trembling, “I think it’s your cock, fucking into me, calling me a s-slut-” He chokes on his words when Jungkook pushes into him with ease.
“Continue,” Jungkook leans over him and purrs in his ear, sending shivers down Taehyung’s body.
“Y-You’re so big,” Taehyung whimpers, before finally continuing his words. “I think about your muscles holding me down, y-your teeth,” He groans as Jungkook thrusts into his prostate, “The m-marks you w-would make. The p-pain, oh god-” Jungkook fucks into him with rough but coordinated movements, reducing Taehyung’s words to incoherent moaning. They spill out of him, his breathing ragged and his body flushed, gleaming with sweat. Jungkook slows and pulls out, quickly forcing Taehyung around to face him.
He grabs Taehyung’s thighs and lifts him up, pressing his back against the brick wall and shoving his cock into him again. The wall scraping against his back causes Taehyung to release less than holy noises, pleasure and pain mixing together. Jungkook holds him easily, his grip so tight that Taehyung groans at the thought of the bruises he’d have. “You masochistic cockslut,” Jungkook growls, his own body burning and the world outside feeling like ice when compared to his heat.
He bites into Taehyung’s shoulder, feeling the man’s muscles twitch and hearing Taehyung’s noises become louder. “F-Fuck! Jungkook! I-I’m,” Jungkook releases his shoulder and presses his lips hungrily to the other boy’s, speeding up his thrusts as they were drawn to the edge.
“Want me to fill you up? Make you my cumdumpster?” Jungkook digs his nails into the man’s thighs.
“Fuck! Yes, god!” Taehyung explodes onto his and Jungkook’s chest.
It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to follow, his seed filling Taehyung and leaking obscenely onto the concrete when he slides his cock out of the man’s ass. He carefully sets Taehyung down and looks him over. Fuck. He looked so fucking beautiful. “Shit, you’re gorgeous.” He whispers. Taehyung pants at him, glancing at the door.
“H-How long have we been gone?”
“Oh, trust me. They heard every bit of that.”