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“Ah—ngh~! Agh-ah, — don’t stop~!” Jungkook moans at the top of his lungs. He rides on Taehyung’s enormous cock, bouncing up and then dropping down to grind hard against the older. Jungkook was filled with so much energy, and his consistency never stopped as he becomes needier and needier for release. “Please, — fu-fuck me harder, Taehyun-aHng~!”
Taehyung’s large, strong hands held a tight grip on the sides of the younger’s tiny waist, helping him jump up and then slam back down on his length. Jungkook’s back would arch at an impossible angle whenever the tip of Taehyung’s cock would brush the slightest bit against his prostate, and he lets out a pleasured scream for whenever Taehyung hit his prostate dead-on. The older thrusts up, meeting Jungkook’s grinding, and they were fucking at a impossibly quick pace, both showered in sweat that would mix with other’s. Jungkook scratches long red lines across Taehyung’s broad tan chest, who slapped the younger’s bouncy ass into a pleasuring painful bright pink.
The older let out pleasured groans at the tight warmth of Jungkook’s walls surrounding and sliding around his cock. His low moans harmonized with the younger’s breathy and whiny high-pitched moans that made him seem so much hotter and sexier than the great amount he already was. Jungkook’s eyes are squeezed shut in ecstasy, and he can feel his eyes roll back as he throws his head back in absolute pleasure.
“Ngh~! Yo-you fuck me so well, Ta-Taehyung. S-so deeP~,” he moans out, choking on his whines and screams. All the light is red around them, setting a romantic, sexy atmosphere, yet all Jungkook can see is the white of the stars. “Ple-please, Tae, fuck me harder. Faster!”
The older complies and thrust upwards with so much force and in such a quick movement, another scream rips out of Jungkook at the explosion of pleasure that radiates from his lower region and right up his spine. The younger continues grinding and bouncing on this ride. “Yes, Taehyung! Ah~! Fe-feels so good~.” His voice breaks and trails a little at that last word, and then he collapses completely, falling lightly against Taehyung’s chest.
And then his vision goes black.
Jungkook’s eyes fly open, and he jolts up, sitting up on his bed. His chest heaves up and down, and he breathes heavily. He looks around the room, his eyes taking their time to adjust the darkness in his bedroom, which was only lit up by the moonlight that breaks through the curtains. He was sweating all over, completely. His vision felt slightly hazy, and his head felt lightly.
“What the fuck?” Jungkook says aloud to himself. Did he just have a dream about Taehyung fucking him? He grimaces. That dream was so wrong and so disgusting and,—
Jungkook feels something wet just glide along his skin at his lower region, and he gets chills. He was wet at the thought of Taehyung fucking him,—at the dream of it. Jungkook feels disgusted with himself. He notices he’s grown a boner at the dream. He uncovers the blanket from his legs, and he gets up from the bed. Looking at the sheets, Jungkook notices that he’s completely covered where he slept in slick cum and just wetness.
“I’m so fucking disgusting,” he mumbles to himself. He rushes to his own bathroom to clean himself up, all while whispering at himself, “Ew, ew, ew, ew~.”
After he showers, Jungkook exits the bathroom, and he enters his bedroom to change into a fresh set of clothes. Then, he notices the time on his personal digital clock; 6:43. Jungkook lets out a held breath. He and Taehyung would be called down for breakfast around 7:15: Jungkook has time. He feels a chill of guilt at this risk, but he felt so suddenly needy . He nods to himself, agreeing to his thought,—he has time.
Jungkook steps over to his dresser, towel still wrapped around his tiny waist, and he opens the bottom drawer. He rummages through his underwear and socks before he finds a long, nine-inch purple dildo that could be stuck to the ground. Jungkook had packed it last-minute before he and his mother had to move in. He traces his finger along the shaft, and he felt his neediness radiate from his hole. He sticks the toy to the ground, and he grabs a bottle of lube from where he grabbed the dildo. Quickly, he opens the bottle and pours the slick liquid down the toy, bits of it reaching and spilling down onto the ground.
Once he’s finished, Jungkook removed the towel from his hips, and he positions his hole atop the tip of the dildo. He didn’t need to finger himself,—at least, he doesn’t believe he does since he’s done this many times before and can adjust quickly, but he hasn’t fucked himself on this toy in a long while. “This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong ,” Jungkook mutters under his breath before he slams down onto the dildo, all the way until his ass barely touched the cold ground.
“AH-nGh~!” Jungkook’s back arches completely, and he lets out a loud moan. His legs resemble a “W” position, his hands tucked between his legs. Jungkook throws his head back and the white of his eyes are visible when he feels the toy filling him up completely, hitting his prostate.
It takes him a couple seconds to adjust, but the cold, wet lube helps him move around the flexible dildo. Jungkook lifts himself up and then slams back down onto the toy. He quietly lets out high-pitched moans. His eyelashes flutter beautifully, enamored at the complete pleasure as he rides the toy desperately. Jungkook thrusts his hips and grinds down and continues to shout out moans, quite unknowingly. He becomes so needy for release.
And suddenly, Taehyung came to mind.
Jungkook blinked his eyes open in shock at his own thoughts, and his cheeks flushed red. Fuck, he should be hating and making fun of Taehyung, but his lust grows an impossible amount when he begins to imagine Taehyung fucking him into oblivion. Jungkook feels all the guilt and wrongness shower over him, but he ignores the feeling, his desperation spiking higher and higher and so did his moans.
“Ah- ah- hngh~!” he cries out, his riding getting sloppier and more desperate. “F-fuck!”
He shut his teary eyes that complimented the sweat that dripped down his forehead and down to the nape of his neck. All of his thoughts of this being a complete wrongdoing escaped from his mind, and he continued grinding down as hard as he could, loving how deep the toy thrusts into him and how it slid against his walls and his prostate, causing loud, squelching noises. Jungkook feels warmth spilling in the bottom of his stomach,—somewhere among his lower region, and he can no longer contain his moans.
Needy for release, Jungkook suddenly pictures Taehyung; his sweaty tan skin that he would scratch all about; wet blonde hairs that stuck to his forehead; shiny blue eyes that stare into his. He imagines the older just fucking him and thrusting up into him. Harder. Faster. Just sliding up and down on Taehyung’s long rod. Jungkook cries out, “AHngh!”
Taehyung sits impatiently at the family dining table, which was at least ten feet long. He’s waiting for breakfast, but the chef doesn’t quite have it prepared for them. Their chef steps out from the kitchen for a second. Taehyung looks up from his phone with an aggravated look, knowing that he’s been waiting for too long since he’s come down for breakfast, even if it wasn’t time for breakfast anyway.
The chef, Seokjin, who wasn’t more than ten years older than Taehyung, chuckles quite nervously and awkwardly. “Uhm,- Taehyung,” Seokjin starts, “would you mind fetching your brother while I finish up breakfast? Make sure he’s down here by around breakfast time.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes and groans. “I’m sure I have no choice, do I?”
The chef hums, and Taehyung just continues upstairs, not having anything to do anyway. He glances around at the framed photos of him and his father, and he tenses a little when he sees a photo of his mother. Taehyung stops, and he stares at the photo for a few seconds. He feels his eyes glimmer with tears, but he blinks them away, not wanting to seem weak in the middle of the fucking hallway. He needed to forget his mother,—well, that’s what his father always said.
When Taehyung reaches Jungkook’s bedroom, he hears strange noises sounding from through the door. Taehyung stops, and he begins to walk slowly now. The noises sound high-pitched and continuous, almost in a tone of desperation and lust. What the fuck!? Was Jungkook moaning? Taehyung steps right at the door, and he leans against it, pressing his ear at it, listening to make sure and confirm his assumption.
“Ahh~! Ngh- s-so deep, Ta—,” Jungkook cuts himself off, not wanting to imagine the older for any longer. His thoughts telling him that this was wrong returned, and he tries to shake away the thoughts of Taehyung completely. But the image of Taehyung’s giant cock reappears in his mind, and Jungkook lets out a loud cry of pleasure when the toy stabs into his prostate. His orgasm hits him like a train. His back arches completely, and strings of white spurt out of his own cock,—(which was only like five or six inches, in case you were wondering.)
The pleasure was overwhelming, and Jungkook’s moans were still just as high-pitched and whiny. Jungkook becomes over-stimulated with the slightest movement. Soon, he comes down from his high. Puddles of white cum littered the floor, and Jungkook was completely covered in sweat and wrongness. Jungkook kept his ass on the dildo, feeling comfortable with it tucked deeply into him. His chest bobs up and down as he breathes heavily, exhausted.
Suddenly, the door flies open, and Taehyung falls straight into the room, landing hard on the ground with an oof . Jungkook screams, trying to cover himself with his towel, and he feels the dildo shift inside him, causing him to let out a pleasured groan under his breath.
“Wha- what the fuck are you doing here!?” Jungkook shrieks with widened eyes.
Taehyung’s eyes are wide as well, and he awkwardly gets up from the ground as he scratches the back of his head. “The door was fucking unlocked,—and- and,—holy shit. What the fuck,” he stammers out, mumbling the last few words to himself. He’s shocked out of his mind. He just saw one of the people he hated the most in the world naked, riding a dildo, and heard him moaning!
“What- why- how—”
“Come down for breakfast,” Taehyung says in a suddenly so-serious tone. Jungkook was just sitting on the ground awkwardly with his towel sloppily draped over his waist and hips and cock, perhaps feeling a little embarrassed that Taehyung would notice that they have completely different lengths. Before Jungkook can ask anything else, Taehyung lets out bluntly, “You should probably lock your door more often, too. I learned from someone that not everyone respects privacy.”
And then he leaves. Jungkook is taken aback and offended and strangely turned on? He shakes his head. He shouldn’t think so strangely after the situation that had literally just happened that was so, so embarrassing. Jungkook feels a little bit flattered that Taehyung begins to lock his door from now on, but he’s not sure if he should feel that way.
“Why is my life so fucked up?” Jungkook asks himself before getting changed for breakfast.
*
“Fuck you,” Jungkook mutters under his breath to Taehyung as they eat breakfast. His voice echoes a little in the large dining room, where no one else sat and ate except for the two stepbrothers. Jungkook rubs his thick thighs against each other, still feeling the pleasurable feeling lingering along his spine.
Taehyung notices that, and he swears silently. “Fuck you, too,” he grunts as his length beneath his sweatpants begins to harden at Jungkook’s simple movement.
“You’re super fucking annoying, you peeping tom,” Jungkook spits.
“You’re a super fucking annoying bottom.”
“You’re a bottom.”
“I’m a fucking top, you fucking pussy,—I could fuck twinks like you all day,” Taehyung hisses, throwing Jungkook a dirty look. And then he paused, and his cheeks turn a bright red. “Not- not like I would fuck you or anything,—that- that would be disgusting.”
Jungkook blushes an awkward pink. “Ye-yeah,” he stammers, remembering that he dreamed and envisioned Taehyung fucking him hard . Jungkook rubs his thighs together again, feeling horny all of the sudden. And then both of them comprehend a sudden realization at what had slipped past Taehyung's lips. Jungkook jumps up in his seat with wide eyes. “Wait,—you’re gay !?”
Taehyung sucks in a breath of regret, looking down, embarrassed. “Uh,- yeah.”
The younger runs his hands through his hair. “Oh my god,- that changes so much! This whole time, I thought you were a huge dick who fucked the cheerleading team! Wait,- but you dated Lisa, I—”
“Well, the only thing you got right was me dating Lisa and me having a huge dick.”
“I didn’t say that—”
“I did date Lisa,” Taehyung lets out, “but it was more for me to experiment, kinda. I knew you were gay, so I decided to try if I was gay or not.”
“You became gay because of me?”
“No, it’s not like that!” Taehyung insists, his cheeks turning red again and his attitude becoming so vulnerable and shy. “It’s just,—we were big enemies, and I was wondering exactly why you were gay, which is obviously because you’re attracted to guys and you love dick up your ass.”
“I don’t ‘love’ dick up my ass!” Jungkook argues, and Taehyung snickers. “Says the one who was literally taking a dildo up his ass an hour ago.”
Jungkook crosses his arms. “You only know that because you were listening to me! Fucking creep!” Then, he looks away, wanting to speak seriously now. Taehyung raises an eyebrow at him. Jungkook heaves. “You do know we can’t participate in any sexual activities with each other, right? We’re step brothers now, and that’s basically family. Incest is not for me, and it’s not for you. Got it?”
Taehyung’s eyes darken a little in annoyance. “I do know that, Jungkook. Seeing each other naked is all right, y’know. Being nude in front of each other does not count as ‘sexual activities’.”
“I’m serious, Taehyungie,” Jungkook whines, and then he clasps his hand over his mouth. “I-I didn’t say that,- I don’t know why I said that,—that came from out of nowhere, I swear!”
Taehyung smirks as he stands up, taking his dish and pushing his chair in. “It’s all right, lil’ bro. That was adorable. And we have school,- just saying real quick.” He leaves the dining room before he heads into the kitchen to place his dish in the sink, where a maid insisted that she’d clean for him even if he was going to do so anyway.
Jungkook’s eyes dart at a clock on the wall, and he exhales a rough sigh; 7:51. He’ll have to get in the limousine soon before Taehyung leaves for school without him. And then he feels something wet between his legs. Jungkook looks down, and he groans; he’s wet again at the sudden compliment Taehyung gave him for being “adorable”. He rubs his thighs together to try to ignore the feeling, and he rushed after Taehyung.
*
“Wa-wait, he called you adorable?” Jimin asks, hoping for clear clarification. He and Jungkook are walking through the halls of the school after school hours, and they were heading towards the art room to work on a project there.
Jungkook nods, seeming a little distracted like he has been all day. “Yeah,- it-it was really flattering kinda. I accidentally called him ‘Taehyungie’,—which had come outta nowhere—, and he immediately noticed that nickname. Then, he called me adorable.”
Jimin raises an eyebrow. “Did he call you adorable, or did he call the nickname adorable?”
The younger stays silent for a second to think about it. “I hope it was me.”
“I thought you told him that the both of you can’t participate in sexual activities! Why are you suddenly gaining an extreme liking to Taehyung? Also, you’re enemies and stepbrothers. How the fuck did you start developing sudden feelings for the asshole?”
Jungkook throws his hands up. “You’re why I have! You’re the one who was teasing me that I have a crush on Taehyung, and now, I kinda think that I do have feelings for him all along!” When he ends that sentence, Jimin just stares at him, sighing. “I meant that teasing as just teasing, Kookie! I didn’t actually think you would believe that I thought you liked him! How could you just suddenly believe in it!?”
The younger crosses his arms as they enter the art room. “I guess it backfired, then.” Jimin blushes a tiny bit, but neither of them notices it. The older still complains about Taehyung as they begin working on their project. “Like, seriously, what’s so amazing or attractive about him? Literally, he was an absolute dick to you 24/7 before y’all got married,—your parents, I mean. It’d be absolutely disgusting if you and Taehyung suddenly got married!”
Jungkook shrugs. “I don’t really know what it is, Chimmy. I have a feeling that he’s nice,— like nice nice. He’s still kinda a dick at the house, but there’s a little weird, fluttery feeling,- lik-like he’s a little loving and caring inside.”
“Loving!? Caring?” Jimin shrieks with eyes as wide as saucers. “I swear, he’s manipulating him or something. Or-or he’s tricking you, and then when you completely fall for him, he’s going to end up breaking your heart or something! Kookie, listen to me when I say he is not for you!”
Jungkook shrugs again. “I dunno,” he murmurs. “He just.. has an effect on me, I guess.”
“An effect that might ruin you,” Jimin reminds him, and Jungkook sighs.