He Thinks He's So Cool (Taegiseok, Taegi, Vhope, Yoonseok, BTS)
1. He Thinks About Humping
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and from my imagination. please read eith the idea that this has nothing to do with the personal lives of the real characters.
tags:
▪︎boy's love
▪︎threesome
▪︎romance
▪︎comedy
▪︎friendship
▪︎enemies to lovers
▪︎friends to lover
▪︎friends with benefits
▪︎family relations
▪︎fluff
▪︎smut
▪︎financial problems
▪︎discrimination
▪︎character development
▪︎homophobia
▪︎slight violence
Relationships:
▪︎slight jihope
▪︎taegi
▪︎taeseok
▪︎sope
▪︎jinmin
▪︎taegiseok
▪︎namkook
with that being said, please enjoy my story and comment please, it really motivates me to continue. thank you and enjoy ♡
Chapter 1: He Thinks About Humping
Yoongi
Fūck, don't tøuch me thëre.
Yoongi lets out, pånting as every tøuch makes him overwhelmed. The feeling of Taehyung's līps on his skīn makes him ärch his back a little, and doing so he feels himself brush against Taehyung, pulling a hollow gasp from him.
Taehyung smirks against the flawless skin of Yoongi's neck, decorating it with tiny red and purple marks, despite the fact that he knew very well how much Yoongi hated when he marked him up. It'd make Yoongi's friends curious, and they'd ask a lot of questions which Yoongi would have to lie about, and God knows how bad he is at that.
Yoongi's hands slide over Taehyung's smooth back, scrâping him a bit, oh he hates how badly he wănts the other. He doesn't even want to do things like this with anyone else. He shouldn't be thinking like that, he knows, but he can't stop.
Taehyung's līps trail from Yoongi's coll@r bone, down to the centre of his chest and he places light kīsses, over the flat skīn before he moves to Yoongi's left nīpple, and as he does his eyes find Yoongi's, who silently begs him not to.
Yoongi twitches as he feels the wëtness of Taehyung's m0uth completely cave over his sënsitive nīpples, and they harden under Taehyung's t0uch.
A series of moäns leave Yoongi soft, pink lips despite his protests.
With one last flick, Taehyung moves his hand away from Yoongi's left nīpple and his hand travels up to Yoongi's m0uth. Taehyung's hand falls over the older's m0uth stopping him from whining, and to be honest, the restriction goes straight to Yoongi's dïck.
Yoongi's eyes fall shut, and his hands grīp Taehyung's bed shëets; so tight that his hands go white. The feeling of Taehyung t0ngue running laps around his nïpple was almost too much. Taehyung was making him feel so g00d, too g00d, almost.
Just then, Taehyung releases Yoongi's nïpples from his mouth, making Yoongi sigh in relief, and his breathing declines, slowly Yoongi's eyes falter open, and the first thing that greets him is Taehyung's wicked smile, Yoongi wants nothing more than to slap it off his face but he's so out of it.
Taehyung
All I did was sůck your little nīpple and you're this worked up?
Yoongi sighs and he glares at Taehyung, not appreciating the younger's mocking tone.
Yoongi sits up a bit, wrapping his arms around Taehyung neck before he pulls the other down with him and their lips meet, in a messy kiss. Wasting no time, Yoongi bůcks his hïps up and Taehyung gro@ns at the sudden frïction.
Yoongi smirks against Taehyung's lips as he deepened the kiss. Taehyung lets his hand roam down Yoongi's side, down to the his sweatpants and Yoongi's breath hitches.
Taehyung's hand slips through the thick material of his black sweats, and lazily, he draw lines on the outline of Yoongi's pelvis, making Yoongi shiver underneath him.
Taehyung breaks the kïss for a second or two before he starts attacking the same thin līps again, and he moves his hïps melodically against Yoongi's, a mo@n scapes Yoongi's m0uth.
Yoongi grips Taehyung's forearm tightly, that had been on the bed, holding him up a little so he wasn't completely crushing Yoongi with his weight.
Yoongi matches Taehyung's motion and their clothed crøtchês brush against each other, sending them into a new high. Everytime Yoongi mo@ns it does something to Taehyung, he likes how much control and effect he has on Yoongi but sometimes, he wonders just how much lines he could cross when it came to Yoongi, he thinks quite a lot.
Yoongi thinks at the pace Taehyung was going he was bound to clim@x at any minute, and that'd be too pathetic, even for him.
Yoongi whispers against Taehyung's lips but Taehyung just smirks and buries his face in Yoongi's neck, before he does exactly the opposite of what Yoongi had said.
Yoongi
Fūcking hēll, (heavy breaths)
Yoongi
st..stop, uh ...fūck
Yoongi's grip tightens even more on Taehyung's hand as he feels himself about to be relieved of the tension he felt in his m@nhood. His eyes faltered shut and a loud, throaty mo@n leaves him as he cømes in his clothes and at the same time, unbeknownst to Yoongi, Taehyung's room door burst open and suddenly Taehyung's rushing away from him. Yoongi had been so lost in Taehyung that he barely even processed what was happening.
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2023-01-03
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