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Kim Taehyung, a first year Art student, felt like he was in a fairytale. It’s been a few months since Jeon Jungkook, a third-year History student, asked him out to be his boyfriend and he said yes. Just thinking about it again made him blush furiously that he forgot that Jimin was in the cafeteria with him.
“Hey, you’re grinning on your own again. What’s the matter with you, Tae?” Jimin asked, his left cheek leaned lazily on his hand with his elbow on the table. Taehyung acted strange most of the time, in Jimin’s observation, but right now, he found him acting like a whipped idiot.
Taehyung, who just snapped back to reality, answered hurriedly, “N-nothing. I’m just in a good mood.”
Being in a secret relationship made him feel like he had a crime needed to hide. That feeling when he had to be cautious all the time and be vague in answering those curious questions from his nosy classmates like 'you look different' or 'do you have a crush nowadays?' Sometimes he felt like he wanted to tell everyone or maybe someone about his love life—couldn’t ignore the burning urge to touch Jungkook in public or just simply call him out of his classroom without having any excuse. (a/n: This was before they confessed to their old security guard friend)
However, under the silent complain, he actually wanted their relationship to be a huge secret. All those secret rendezvous at the back of the school, cuddling and talking during breaks, or when Jungkook’s hand went under the table just to hold his hand in the library while the two of them study for exams, or those sneaky glances on the cafeteria that held so much meaning than approaching the other with a look on their playful eyes as if to say 'I love you'. Taehyung thought again, it’s not a bad thing after all and he could get used to this.
Until his first problem appeared right in front of him, literally, as he looked at his calendar on his room. Today is August 31 which means tomorrow is September 1, his boyfriend’s birthday. It’ll be their first time as couples where he’ll be spending it with him and it electrified him like 'what should they be doing on that day?'. Taehyung stared at the huge red ‘X’ mark on that date like that ‘X’ on treasure maps. Yes, it’ll be Jungkook’s birthday but what should he give him?
“Jiminie, what do you usually think whenever you buy me a present for my birthday?” Taehyung asked as they walk side by side with ice creams on hand. They are now on their way to their cheap dormitory outside of the school, just a little walk across the street.
Jimin turns his head to Taehyung with a quizzical look on his face, “And why do you ask? It’s really strange.”
“Tomorrow is the birthday of someone dear to me and I don’t know what to give him and I’m actually short on my allowance.”
Taehyung, like Jimin, is not from Seoul which was actually not come out as a surprise when he was using his dialect. It’s a good thing that nobody bullied him on his first day since Jimin was stuck with him—a sworn protector of Taehyung’s sweet smiles. He first met Jimin on the train, sitting next to him with his huge boxy grin plastered on his pretty face while the latter gave him a shy eye smile and the next thing they knew, the both of them are talking comfortably in their heavy accents on their way to Seoul. Taehyung clearly forgot who interacted first but remembered that part of his memory had made him grateful for Jimin over and over again. Jimin was from Busan and Taehyung was from Daegu but the both of them are communicating pretty well than expected. While Taehyung was always short on allowances because his parents only send him money once a month, Jimin always had an extra plus he knew how to save his money, unlike Taehyung who buy things even with a little money.
Taehyung didn’t usually give gifts to anyone other than Jimin so this was pretty much the first time he’ll give a gift and asking Jimin for an advice was the best option he had since the latter usually bought gifts for his friends—closest friends.
Jimin took a quick thought about Taehyung’s question and smiled, “Just think about what you think is best to make that person smile, Taehyungah.”
With that advice in mind, Taehyung knew what to give. All throughout the night, he’s been working with his gift. It may have a little less cost since he only bought construction papers but he’ll do an extra effort with it. He had colored markers and scissors with him on his table, sketching for the best design, ideas were flowing out of his mind and it kept him awake for the rest of the night. And finally, with a little sleep, he’s done with his gift. A handmade birthday card with a 'Happy Birthday' beautifully written in cursive at the front of his card, a little simple design on the sides– the cute little balloons and confetti with different colors and a small chibi of bunny Jungkook on the lower left of the card. One look on the card made him believe that it’s a work of a child except of course of the calligraphy which he happily boasted to himself for a job well done.
Inside the card was what mattered the most. It contained his bottled feelings about him being grateful that Jungkook was brought to his life– that maybe he did an honorable job in his past life for him to have Jungkook in this life. It’s a long letter and of course, he would not put his name on the card, wouldn’t take a risk of having someone other than his boyfriend to read the cringe-y contents on it. Just rereading it made him even blush again especially when he actually wrote about how good Jungkook’s kisses are and how it felt whenever Jungkook holds his hand out of the blue. It’s already too late to change what’s written on it as it was almost time to go to school. So, he secured the card on his bag before preparing himself to look extra good for Jungkook today at school, practicing what he needed to say in front of him without stuttering or blushing in the middle.
At school, the students were excited and giddy today than usual like there’s an event in school that Taehyung didn’t know of. That’s when he saw that majority of them went to Jungkook’s classroom to personally greet the birthday boy and receive gifts from his admirers and friends. Taehyung actually forgot that his boyfriend was really popular and they literally bat their pretty little eyes on him, taking advantage while Jungkook was nice enough to reply on their half-assed greetings even if he didn’t know their names or sections. Taehyung wanted to scream at them but knowing that they are older than him made him back out in the corner where there’s less crowd with his card, protectively covered on his chest. He saw how girls managed to give him huge gifts, the size that looked like Christmas gifts to Taehyung and he wondered how expensive those gifts could be. Yet, he didn’t want to give up. He squirmed his way into his classroom with an effort even if he was actually elbowed in the face that almost made his glasses fall until his hand was hopelessly out of the crowd. He looked like one of Jungkook’s fanboy out of his many fangirls outside the room, desperate to see and greet him, yet Jungkook hadn’t been smiling at them even with his gifts on his desk or beautiful and popular girls were greeting him. Jungkook didn’t pay attention at the ruckus outside of his room that disturbed his little peace before the class even started. It’s deafening and almost made him cover his ears until–
“JEON JUNGKOOK HYUNG!”
The said guy immediately perked his head to that voice, that sweet and low voice that kept him up all night. Just hearing his voice made his heart jumped and his awful morning turned out to be beautiful once again when he saw Kim Taehyung in his classroom, sweating because of squirming his way in. Good thing he’s small so he can make his way out of those noisy girls outside the room.
Taehyung didn’t move, just stood in his spot because he felt intimidated. He’s a Freshman and he actually infiltrated in the Junior's classroom. All the eyes are on him but he kept his gaze on Jungkook, blushing, forgot what to say. Jungkook, however, was quite impatient and overjoyed. His smile went up to his ears and he approached the younger in small, quick steps, seeing how tight his grip on a card which Jungkook assumed that it was a birthday gift for him. He also did wonder if the younger could even hear his heartbeat because he could hear it too well that it voiced out the irrelevant noise in their little space.
“H-hyung–” Taehyung started with his gaze dropped to the floor, blushing again.
Jungkook encouraged him with a hum. God, he wanted to kiss and hug Taehyung without caring what the others think but he pushed it deep into his mind because he didn’t want Taehyung to be uncomfortable after all of this.
Taehyung was shaking when he held out the crumpled card in front, the look on his face was quite saddening that the gift became damaged before he could actually hand it to his boyfriend. Seeing it crumpled made his action revert back to where it was, discouraged, but Jungkook stopped him by holding his wrist softly. That’s when Taehyung finally looked at him and Jungkook held out his sweetest smile. “What is it you’re going to say, Taehyungah? I’m waiting.”
In a matter of seconds, the negative thoughts washed away and Taehyung grinned once again to his boyfriend, gained a little bit of confidence and never minded the envious glares of fangirls outside.
“H-happy birthday, Jeon Jungkook hyung.” He gave the birthday card to the birthday boy, forgot that it was crumpled and unattractive anymore but Jungkook didn’t care. In fact, he’s screaming deep inside. Taehyung gave him a birthday present and now, he’s the happiest guy in the world. He was overflowing with happiness that he couldn’t think straight anymore. It was merely less than 5 minutes of interaction but it felt like an hour to Jungkook and he wished for it to be longer.
“Wanna go to the arcade later after school?” Jungkook blurted out suddenly. To others, this may sound like what bros usually ask after school but to them, it’s actually a date. He asked Taehyung on a date.
“Sure!”
Three years later, Taehyung and Jungkook are in the same university but it’s different, of course. Taehyung is a fourth year Art student while Jungkook is already a History professor. Nothing changed. Yes, nothing changed, Taehyung thought after visiting Jungkook’s office with a pile of gifts from students, who are not from his class, on his table. He infiltrates the office under the guise of doing errands for Professor Jeon in which the other professors don’t mind. Scoffing to himself, he places his gift where Jungkook would definitely see, under one of his drawers where he keeps his student records and a solo candid picture of Taehyung in a frame. It’s crazy that Jungkook places his picture on the drawer and he ensures the younger that nobody touches his drawers. Except, of course, of Taehyung. He doesn’t know why his picture is in the office, but he really finds it cute that he kept it all this time.
It’s almost time for the History class to start so Taehyung finishes his business fast before he returns to his room. His classmates are planning a surprise birthday celebration for Professor Jeon in the class so that their long quiz will be forgotten (his classmates haven’t studied last night so they resort to this sneaky plan) and just go on with the impromptu party.
By the time, Taehyung arrives in his room. He already missed the birthday greeting for Professor Jeon. They are now handing him gifts and a little speech for being a great professor.
“Taehyung! Where have you been?” The class rep whines, she drags him in front of Professor Jeon who is now grinning widely at the younger, expecting a gift from him.
“U-umm..”
“What is it you’re going to say, Taehyungah? I’m waiting.” It’s the same as before, Taehyung thought. Jungkook is still pretty obvious that he’s very happy and Taehyung is still shy confronting him with other people looking.
“H-happy birthday, Professor Jeon. Have a nice day.” Taehyung blushes, shoving his hands in his pocket, pretending not to care but he actually can’t get it off his mind.
“I think I’m going to have a great day. Thank you, Taehyungah.”
Yeah, Taehyung is not anticipating what will happen later in their apartment. No, he is not and he can’t help but blush down to his neck.
The party was a success. The long quiz is moved next week so they have a few days to study which go to the students' advantage. After a series of cheers and thanks from the students for the canceled quiz, Professor Jeon takes a look back at Taehyung who stares at him on his desk and winks at the younger before leaving the room packed with gifts on his arms. Meanwhile, Taehyung melts on his desk, face slumped forward, helplessly trying to cover his already flushed face with his arms and luckily, his classmates are quite busy on their own so they haven’t noticed Taehyung’s breakdown. Why the hell did he have to do that?
Jungkook doesn’t know how many times did he visited his office just to drop the gifts. He feels like a celebrity for a day whenever he walks through the hallway to his classes, seeing random students and professors greeting him suddenly and he would pull a smile and an appreciative nod as thanks. At lunch, his colleagues bought him a cake and lamb skewers that are way too much for his appetite. He finished all of them though, full and satisfied. He should’ve left some for Taehyung but the younger is busy on his own and already had his lunch. The rest of the day continues and he is tired of smiling and receiving gifts then placing it on the table. He is too happy that it drains his energy as he plops to his chair on his office, finally done with the day and tomorrow will be finally back to normal again. The gifts are piling way too much that it blocks the only source of light inside the office but he doesn’t care. All he thinks is how to get all of this stuff in his car. However, he decides to leave them and just pick them up tomorrow with a huge plastic bag.
He is about to leave when he realized that one of his drawers is peeking through. Strange because he knows that he locked all of his drawers and that’s when he knew that there is only one person who has the other copy of the keys to his drawer.
Fueled with excitement once again, he opens his drawer hastily and sees a card on top of his records and important papers. From there, Jungkook already knows what it is, it’s a birthday card and the only person who can give his 100% effort is Kim Taehyung.
Just like the old times.
Taehyung is bored and hungry. Jungkook has yet to come home so he is indulging himself with whipped cream and strawberries on the kitchen counter wearing only his sleeved shirt and boxers, showcasing his golden and soft thighs for Jungkook to eat and kiss.
He almost finished a bowl of strawberries when Jungkook arrives home, not bringing any of those expensive and huge gifts but only his birthday card on hand. Taehyung smiles at him from the kitchen and says, “Welcome home, hyungie~ did you have a great day?”
Jungkook laughs, his voice is heard to where Taehyung is and it’s making the latter tenses up for what’s about to come. Loosening his tie, he walks up to Taehyung, leaving his things, including the birthday card, in the living room.
“Oh, baby. My day is not that great–” Jungkook leans on Taehyung from across the counter, licking the excess whipped cream on the corner of his mouth, “–yet.”
Taehyung smirked, pretending to be innocent when he actually knows where this is heading. “Hmm. What do you suggest to make your day great, daddy?”
With a swift move towards Taehyung, closing the space between them, he turns the younger’s whole body, facing him, and lets the younger leans on the counter with his hands grip on the sides, looking up to the older with the same hooded eyes.
“I can see that you’re almost exposed, baby, did you wait too long for me?” Jungkook slides his hand to the waistband of Taehyung’s boxers, tempting to put his hand all the way in and stroke his cock but he lays it there on the waistband just to see the lewd reaction of Taehyung, almost begging to tug his boxers down.
Taehyung silently whimpers. He knows that it won’t be easy to get what he wants when Jungkook is in control. Damn, he wants to be controlled. Wants to speak up, wants Jungkook’s massive cock to open his ass again, wants that bomb fucking sex on the counter, never mind the sanitation, they’ll clean it spotless afterward, anyway.
“H-hyung–
Jungkook’s hands wander from his waistband to his thighs, soothing the skin in a quite ticklish touch on the surface. It’s roughly a tease but it is enough to make a small tent on Taehyung’s boxers, seeing him grip on the sides way too hard that the tip of his fingers turn white and Taehyung pants even louder than a whisper, it resonates around the corners of their kitchen and they haven’t even started yet. It’s just foreplay and Jungkook wants to play even longer and right at the corner of his eye, he sees an abandoned can of whipped cream and a half-empty bowl of strawberries. The younger was making a mess around the surface of the counter with whipped cream spilling everywhere that Jungkook heavily reminds him of a cum that playfully explodes on the surface and that’s where he gets an idea. A quite disgusting idea but Jungkook and Taehyung are way too turned on to even care.
Without nothing left to comment about Taehyung’s goddamn thighs, Jungkook pulls down his boxers revealing a half hard cock in display and Taehyung only stares at where Jungkook’s hands are hovering. He would actually want to strip the older down but Jungkook cages him in his arms, whispering seductively in his ear, “Not yet, baby. Let daddy do his job, hmm?”
Taehyung would only nod and lets Jungkook places him on top of the counter. While the older is rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, Taehyung unbuttons his shirt open without taking off, just hanging the fabric on his body and maybe lets it off on its own.
Jungkook takes time looking at his boyfriend’s body, how perfect it would be to cover it with his bites and touch. He admires how Taehyung slightly spread his legs on the sides of the counter, revealing his hole with his upper body supported by his hands on the surface. Yes, it is beautiful and it would be more beautiful when Taehyung looks at him with anticipation. That look when he gets curious at what they’re going to play.
“Taehyungah, I’m about to do something weird. Just tell me to stop if you don’t like it, okay?”
A small confirmation is all he needs to get this done, to get him satisfied with the ‘what ifs’ in his mind and Taehyung gives it to him. He smiles at his hyung and says, “I would never tell you to stop, hyung. Just do it.”
“That’s why I love you, Taehyungah.” Jungkook says, pressing a soft kiss on his lips and in an instant, he grabs the can of whipped cream and sprays it on his exposed body like what he did on his bowl of strawberries, messy and erotic. It looks like Jungkook just spilled his load on Taehyung’s body and the cool, soft texture of the whipped cream is slowly spreading on his body like butter on a hot frying pan. He feels himself getting hot after Jungkook finishes spraying his body like spray painting on a wall. Satisfied with the outcome of his masterpiece, Jungkook licks his lips. The next part is actually the most exciting part of this foreplay.
He wipes the younger’s body clean with his tongue, bending his whole body towards the younger, giving it kittenish licks and some that include teeth and bruising him up that makes Taehyung moan. Jungkook sucks his nipples, swirling his tongue around it and Taehyung couldn’t do anything but to look at him eating his finest dessert of the night. Every once in awhile, Jungkook would look up to Taehyung just to see his reaction to how he licks him and the way the younger parts his lips in a silent moan is enough to make him throw on the edge and fuck him.
By the time his tongue reaches towards his cock where most of the whipped cream are gathered, Taehyung gulps. He hasn’t been prepared of Jungkook’s sudden pull on his thighs to make the younger lay on his back on the counter, gasping, with his thighs hang on each of Jungkook’s shoulder.
Jungkook takes his whole length in his mouth without warning that lets out a loud moan from Taehyung. By reflex, Taehyung grabs a fistful of Jungkook’s hair, urging him to go deeper– suck him deeper. “Oh God– fuck.” The older doesn’t mind Taehyung pushing him down. He doesn’t have a gag reflex, can take all of Taehyung down to his throat, can satisfy the younger with his mouth. He swirls his tongue around his girth and the moans that Taehyung continuously make is music to his ears as he bobs up and down in a fast pace, tasting the mixture of pre cum and whipped cream on his mouth. He always knows when Taehyung is close, the younger grasps his hair even forcefully and stutters, “I-I’m close, hyung. Shit. Ah–
Jungkook pops his cock out of his mouth just in time that his cum shoots out on his face and some on his white sleeves. Taehyung makes an apologetic face as Jungkook wipes himself clean with his hand and licking off the cum.
“Feeling good now, baby?” Jungkook asks as he properly stands up and as a reply, Taehyung tugs his necktie down to him and kisses him breathless. Jungkook moves on top of the counter, caging the younger once again with the latter’s hands explore around his older boyfriend’s clothed body.
Pulling away, Taehyung breathes and tugs at his uniform, “Take them off”, before kissing Jungkook again. Obeying Taehyung’s wishes, he takes off his uniform hastily and throws his shirt down to the floor. They try not to roll too much because they could really get hurt from the fall, still, it’s a risky place to have sex but they’re too horny to even think about moving to the bed when they can have sex in the kitchen. Forget that sanitation crap and just move on with their foreplay.
Jungkook is straddling Taehyung and they pull away for taking a breath when the younger suddenly blurts out and gives him a sheepish grin, “I may not have money to buy you a cake but you can eat me with whipped cream and strawberries.”
“You’re the best dessert that I could ever have, baby.” Jungkook laughs. “May I have a taste?”
The younger tries to feed him with strawberries by putting it in between his teeth and the older happily take the half of it, eating synchronically while rubbing his nose on Taehyung’s nose as he scrunches and giggling with the younger. Jungkook would spray whipped cream on his face and licks him all over then puts his tongue inside of Taehyung’s mouth for him to have a taste of the cream that comes out a bit sweeter than it was.
When there are no more strawberries left to eat and whipped cream for them to indulge, they tend to have another wave of erotic hormones surge in their bodies as they continue to make out even deeper. Once Jungkook pulls out and looks at the younger with a beautiful glow on his face, he whispers, “I want you Taehyung.”
“I want you too, Jungkookie hyung. Please, I want your cock now.” A desperate whine that makes Jungkook’s cock twitch for a release in his tight slacks. He slips off the counter to pull down his pants after fishing out the condom and a sachet of lube in his pocket. He always knew that this will happen and the fact that Jungkook always brings the combo is making Taehyung laugh on the inside. In Taehyung’s eyes, Jungkook is like a full grown boy scout with his motto: Always ready, fitting the urgent and desperate situation they have right now.
Jungkook rubs his fingers with lube messily before he shoves them inside Taehyung’s ass and Taehyung lowly groans. First, it’s two, after that he adds another. He sees Taehyung curling his toes and clenched his fists until Jungkook playfully adds the fourth finger for the first time and the younger opens his mouth wide and his eyes forcefully shut with a frown out of shock. His voice cracks, “H-HOLY– FUCK! A–AH”
Jungkook loves how Taehyung looks at this moment. It’s like the first time they had sex, Taehyung had this expression– a mix of pain and a face that says he wants more and that’s what Taehyung is showing now.
“Hyu– Ah! S-so big”
“Which is bigger, this or my cock?” He thrusts deeper as Taehyung cries even louder.
“Yo-your–
“I can’t hear you, baby.” Jungkook urges. He already knows which is bigger, though. He just wants to tease Taehyung until–
“Hyu-ung st-top! I’m gonna– ah!”
Taehyung orgasms for the second time, without even having Jungkook’s cock in him.
“Oh. Wow. You’re too sensitive, babe.” Jungkook pulls out his fingers, fluids flow down, sticky and slimy and he rubs the excess on his own cock. Taehyung is a mess, chest rising up and down as he looks down to Jungkook who is hard and hasn't even cum for the first time and now he already had two but call him a slut, he really wants Jungkook’s cock in him and cum for the third time.
“Hyung~ come on. Put it in.” Taehyung urges him.
Jungkook couldn’t really reject him when he wants to cum, too. So without any further questions, he unwraps the condom to his hard cock and thrusts into Taehyung. The oversensitivity from the orgasm a minute ago is almost killing Taehyung, makes him want to go to heaven and while he is obviously drained from cumming twice, Jungkook is far from being exhausted. The adrenaline rush is kicking him to an extent, after seeing Taehyung’s post orgasmic state, he badly wants to cum hard.
Jungkook grips hard on Taehyung’s waist, almost in his climax. Taehyung tries his best to hold out. He can’t cum again before Jungkook. He can’t– but damn, his cock is betraying him and the urge to cum begins to pile up again.
“H-hyung, are you coming?” Taehyung whined, biting his hand in hopes to distract himself from cumming again. His legs are shaking against Jungkook’s arms as he thrusts faster without any aim.
“Y-yeah– fuck Taehyung.” Jungkook steadies himself. Thrusting in and out until he climaxed in the condom, probably cums more than he expected, and of course, the second after Jungkook cums, Taehyung releases for the third time with his whole body twitching and a satisfied sigh comes out from his parted lips.
“Shit, hyung. N-never thought I could cum more than twice.” Taehyung pants.
“God, Taehyung. That was hot.”
“I know but I’m sticky,” Taehyung holds out his arms like a baby to Jungkook who only laughs at his gestures, “Carry me to the bathroom, daddy.”
“Anything for my baby.”