That look in Koo’s eyes: “yeah, I’m getting railed tonight”

🔞 | Kim Taehyung, the captain of the football team, has been having casual sex with Jeon Jungkook, the only omega on the team. All nice and easy until Jungkook decides to skip scent blockers for a post-game party and hell breaks loose. Hint: They do not make it to the bedroom.

before you ask, yes, mid writing SORB 2/2, I got an impulsive need to write taekook having shameless car sex so here it is.

I am dignified to write 20k of this shit which just Taehyung being bullied about his fixation with Jungkook’s waist.

if the relationship doesn’t have some codependency in it i don’t want it:

“Rare, huh?” Jungkook snorts, his breath hitches when Taehyung's nose drags lower, skimming the curve of his shoulder. "You saying alphas don’t line up for me or what?" Taehyung palms his ass, it's hard to keep up with the shit-talking when he's got his hands—

—full with Jungkook's perky butt, kneading like he's checking if it's worth the price. "I'm saying most of them know better than to mess around with a punk like you.” His thumbs dig in, hunting for the heat already burning under Jungkook’s skin.

His jeans are ruined, soaked through with slick in dark patches and stuck to the upper part of his thighs. Taehyung’s mouth waters when he gets a feel. He wants. Fuck, he needs him to run in his fucking veins.

Jungkook’s back arches prettily when Taehyung moves to nose along his neck, tracing the delicate lines of it like it’s something sacred. Jungkook doesn’t comment on the alpha’s not-so-subtle fixation on his scent, doesn’t consider what it means for both of them, and instead—

—gasps out, “And do you?” Taehyung gives a quick lick to his nipple, nibbling on it. “Do I what?” Jungkook tangles his bony fingers into Taehyung's locks and jerks his head back. He leans close, until his nose bumps into Taehyung’s. “Do you know better, Tae?”

Taehyung remains mesmerised under Jungkook’s warm gaze. If he knew better, he wouldn't be on the side of a highway to nowhere, with a lap full of his team’s star player’s butt, wondering if it’s too gay to tell him he may or may not want to mate with him, one day.

But again, Jungkook doesn’t need to know all that, "I clearly don't, or I wouldn’t let you fuck up my car with all this slick." Taehyung mutters against Jungkook’s pouty lips, then hooks his fingers under the waistband of his underwear and tries to push it out of the way—

reminding myself that it’s okay to write decent fics they don’t have to be showstopping or the next goliath prostate it is enough to just produce an okay piece of writing and publish it

I know for a fact that Tae wanted to bring Koo’s hand to his lips and kiss it

shorts too short ass came out

my mind yapping YES! after it forced me to change my fic for the vkook fest three times. Loser.

The kiss against the oak tree changes the weather. Not in the sky, but in the space between their bodies, between their bones.