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Taehyung was 12 years old when the whole country heard the news of 17-year-old Kim Seokjin's victory in the junior Wimbledon tournament. Overnight, this unknown boy became famous thanks to his victory in one of the four Grand Slams. And although it was a junior edition, experts had no doubts that this was a beautiful beginning of a great career that awaited Seokjin. And they were not wrong.
As soon as Seokjin started competing in senior tournaments, he was making his way to the top step by step. At the age of 20, he won the Australian Open and in the same season, a few months later, he repeated his success by winning Wimbledon again, as an adult.
Seokjin became a sensation and everyone loyally watched his matches, making not only Korea fall in love with him, but also the whole world.
And Taehyung?
Taehyung wanted to be like him.
He had been training tennis since he was 7 years old and watching Seokjin gave him hope that he too had a chance to succeed. He won smaller junior tournaments and everyone was delighted with his game and even teased him saying that Seokjin should watch out because another big star was rising.
Taehyung won the junior Roland Garros when he was 16 and the junior Wimbledon a year later. The second victory tasted even better because Seokjin won the senior tournament and both returned to the country as heroes. However, they still had not met, but it was only a matter of time. Taehyung's coaching staff decided that there was no point in delaying and he could slowly start competing in senior tournaments.
The beginnings were not easy, the rivals were much more difficult and experienced, flying from one end of the world to the other made him homesick. But each victory tasted like Olympic gold. When his first tournament win finally came, Taehyung felt like things could only get better.
When he woke up the day after his victory, he was greeted by dozens of messages from his friends telling him to check Seokjin's Instagram as soon as possible. Half asleep, he opened his account, clicked on his profile picture to see his Instagram stories, and almost fell out of bed when he saw what Seokjin posted.
It was a picture of Taehyung with his first trophy in his senior career and a congratulatory message. He stared at his phone screen until the story closed, so Taehyung opened it again, screenshot it, and closed Instagram.
Kim Seokjin, his idol and inspiration, noticed him. He congratulated him on his win. He knew who he was!
Taehyung knew that he might be acting a bit irrational, because it was obvious that Seokjin knew about his existence, even if they hadn't had the chance to play against each other yet. It was Taehyung's first senior season. Yesterday he won the title. He was noticed by Seokjin.
He fell back on the pillows and started laughing, not believing his own luck.
🎾
Mini Kim and Big Kim - that's what the media liked to call them.
While Taehyung slowly climbed the ATP ranking, Seokjin finally managed to reach the top, taking the position of the leader.
Taehyung played well for the first three years of his senior career, winning a few tournaments along the way, but his big breakthrough was still ahead of him.
Seokjin already had a bronze medal from the Olympic Games, 11 Grand Slams, and many other titles in his trophy cabinet.
They had never played against each other or met. None of them, nor anyone on their teams, ever even suggested a friendly match, which would have certainly pleased the media and fans, so everyone focused on themselves. Either they played in different tournaments, one of them took a break, or Taehyung was eliminated before he reached the stage of the tournament that would have given him the opportunity to face Seokjin.
But that was about to change soon.
Taehyung stormed through the next rounds of Wimbledon, defeating players from higher positions in the ranking. He didn't believe he could reach the final until he played the last, semi-final ball and his promotion? became a fact.
And Seokjin was already waiting for him in the final.
His entire team was hyping him up, telling him that this was his chance. That this could be the moment in his career. And all Taehyung could think about was that he would finally stand face to face with his idol - the person who contributed to him being where he was.
And now he was going to play against him in the Grand Slam final.
🎾
The weight of the match got to Taehyung when he set foot on the court. He hadn't been sleeping well, too giddy and nervous. The commotion in the stands effectively woke him up, but also made him even more stressed.
When Seokjin stood in front of him to shake hands, choose the side they wanted to start the match, and take a photo, Taehyung was sure he had landed in some alternate reality. There was no way this was really happening. When their eyes met, Taehyung felt like electricity ran down his spine.
“Good luck,” Seokjin wished him and smiled before walking to his side of the court.
The first set didn’t go his way though, Seokjin won it so easily, beating Taehyung 6-2. The second set was more close and Taehyung managed to win in a tie break. From then on, the match was full of long rallies and beautiful shots . After a few hours, the decisive moment came - Taehyung had a chance to end the match and win his first Grand Slam in his senior career.
15-0, 30-0, 30-15… Another long rally and the score changed to 40-15. Taehyung sent a powerful serve that Seokjin barely managed to return. The racket burned Taehyung's hands, so with a loud roar he bounced the ball to the other side of the net and Seokjin was unable to respond.
Taehyung fell to the ground, throwing his racket aside and bursting into tears. He did that. He won. He was Wimbledon champion. The stands applauded him, and he spent a few more seconds lying down before he got up and ran to the net where Seokjin was waiting for him.
He looked tired, his cheeks were pink, his hair flat from sweat and the London heat. Taehyung watched him, unsure if his knees were buckling from the long match or from seeing Seokjin up close.
"Congratulations," Seokjin said, holding out his hand to him. Taehyung shook his hand and allowed himself a quick hug.
“You were amazing,” Taehyung mumbled against Seokjin’s ear before pulling away from him.
“Thank you.”
Seokjin, even though he lost, still smiled at him before detaching himself to pack his things. Taehyung looked at him for a split second and then ran towards the stands where his team was. They were shouting his name and praising him for his game. Taehyung could barely hold back more tears.
The commotion in the stands slowly died down as everyone waited for the decoration ceremony to begin. Taehyung’s leg was pacing nervously as he watched the final preparations.
When the ceremony finally began, the stands came alive again, chanting Seokjin’s name as he accepted the award for being a runner-up. He accepted it with a grateful smile, charming everyone once again with his presence. It was really hard not to fall in love with him.
“Ah, it’s been a really amazing two weeks for me. Playing here in London is special and I always look forward to this moment of the season,” Seokjin began his speech. “I’d like to thank my team, family and friends who never fail to support me. Thank you to the organizers for taking such good care of me. And thank you to the fans for their invaluable support during every match.”
Another round of applause erupted, so Seokjin paused to bow to each stand. When the fans quieted down, Seokjin turned back to look at Taehyung.
“Last, but not least, I would like to thank Taehyung for our final match. I really enjoyed playing against you. You were amazing and I’m happy that Korea has two Kims who are now tennis powerhouses.” Seokjin smiled in amusement. “But I hope I win next time, so see you in another final.”
He bowed once more to the fans and organizers and went back to his seat. He glanced at Taehyung and winked at him. Winked! Taehyung smiled shyly at him, then took a step closer to accept the trophy. After shaking hands with organizers and thanking them for their congratulations, he walked up to the microphone.
“When the tournament started, I really didn’t expect to end it like this. I’m so grateful to everyone who supported me and was able to be with me during the most beautiful moment of my career so far,” Taehyung said, pausing to listen once again as the fans shouted his name and applauded.
Taehyung took that moment to look back and look at Seokjin. He wasn’t taking his eyes off him, which made Taehyung’s heart somersault.
It’s now or never.
“I’d also like to thank Seokjin. Not only for today’s final, but also for the one he won here 10 years ago, when he was still a junior. I’ll never forget when I was listening to my grandma’s old radio and the news anchor announced that Seokjin had won Wimbledon. That made me his biggest fan ever since, and he was the inspiration I wanted to strive for,” with that said, Taehyung turned sideways to the microphone to address Seokjin directly. “Thank you for making me believe that someone like me could also win big titles one day. Playing this match against you was a dream come true for me, and winning was the biggest prize that once seemed impossible to win.”
Seokjin looked at him with sparkling eyes and a smile so sincere and sweet that Taehyung had never seen before, and it was worth more than the trophy he held.
🎾
Whenever Taehyung won any title, he always celebrated it with only his team and closest friends and family members after he came back to Korea. But winning a Grand Slam can’t be celebrated only with dinner with your loved ones. This time, he was invited to a real afterparty, where he, along with the winners of the women’s, doubles, and mixed doubles tournaments, were the biggest stars.
Taehyung was walking around the room, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, a glass of champagne in his hand, trying to blend in with the crowd. Many people approached him to congratulate him, which was nice but also overwhelming. At some point, he turned into a hallway that he thought led to the bathroom, but instead he found a private room at the end. It was quiet, and he thought he had finally found a place where he could be alone.
But then he saw Seokjin sitting on the couch against the wall, staring at him.
“Oh! I’m sorry, I had no idea anyone was here,” he quickly mumbled in their native language.
“No need to apologize.” Seokjin smiled and patted the space on the couch next to him. Taehyung shyly walked closer and sat down as he asked. “How are you feeling?”
“I’ve never been happier.”
“But?”
Taehyung’s first instinct was to say that there was no “but”. But Seokjin was watching him with such attention that it seemed pointless though. Besides, he was a terrible liar, so he was sure that Seokjin would see right through him.
“It’s too much for me. You know, all this attention and so many new people wanting to talk to me,” he confessed, feeling his face grow warm with embarrassment.
“Mhm. It gets better with time. You will get used to it.”
“And that’s why you’re hiding here?”
Taehyung wanted to die. He couldn’t believe that he just said that, and was about to apologize, but the loud laugh escaping Seokjin’s mouth prevented him from that.
“You got me there,” Seokjin said, clearly amused. He took a sip of his champagne, so Taehyung did the same. “I, uhm, actually wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Okay?”
Seokjin suddenly looked nervous, which doesn’t make any sense to Taehyung. But his cheeks and ears went pink, and he couldn’t help but admire his features. Seokjin was truly mesmerising, and it was hard to tear his gaze away from him.
“I can’t stop thinking about your speech,” Seokjin confessed and a small shy appeared on his face. “I feel like I failed you.”
“What?” Taehyung almost dropped his glass on the floor. “What are you saying?”
“It’s your fourth season, right? And it’s literally our second meeting. Well, the first one was at court, so I don’t know if it even counts. And you said all those great things about me… I feel like I wasn’t a good senior to you. That maybe I should’ve taken you under my wing, taken care of you somehow, protected you, so you would be prepared in a way that I wasn’t.”
“But I’m not your responsibility, Seokjin-ssi,” Taehyung argued. “I’m your big fan, yes, and we’re from the same country, but I would never like to burden you somehow.”
“I don’t think I could ever feel burdened by you.” Seokjin almost whispered, but Taehyung was still able to hear it.
“You’re so kind, Seokjin-ssi. It means a lot to me, I hope you know that.”
“Ah, well. I’m your idol after all.”
Seokjin chuckled, and Taehyung smiled too. Their glasses were empty, so Seokjin proposed to get them new drinks. Taehyung hesitated, thinking it might be rude if they won’t get back to the party. But Seokjin assured him that it’s fine to be here, unless he didn’t want to spend more time with him.
Taehyung would be stupid for rejecting an offer like that.
So they stayed together for the rest of the night, talking about more casual stuff and getting to know each other better, not caring about an outside world.
🎾
The following months right after winning Wimbledon were the craziest in his entire life. Suddenly, everyone was interested in him: journalists to interview him; different brands to become their ambassador; he also gained millions followers on Instagram and overnight he became the object of girls’ desires from all over the world.
It’s been over a year since his first Grand Slam championship now, his career was stable, and he got used to his popularity, all thanks to his team and loved ones. He advanced to top5 of ATP ranking, managed to win the Australian Open and few other tournaments.
In a few days, Taehyung was supposed to leave for Turin to play in the ATP Finals - a tournament for the best tennis players of the season. He couldn’t play in the finals last year due to his small muscle injury, so he was even more motivated to play this season.
Everything seemed to be perfect for him lately.
There was only one small problem: the feelings he began to have for Seokjin.
Everything that happened to Taehyung in the past two years seemed insignificant compared to how his relationship with Seokjin developed after that Wimbledon after party. When they exchanged numbers before they had to say goodbye, Taehyung was sure that Seokjin did it out of politeness or guilt that he had never been interested in him until their final.
Imagine his surprise when Seokjin texted him a few days later with a proposal to practice together. Taehyung didn't even hesitate and agreed immediately, not even consulting this with his team. No one was allowed to raise an objection and ruin his plans.
Since then, whenever they had the opportunity, they practiced together for an hour or two. If they competed in the same tournaments, they would come to each other's matches to cheer each other on. They openly showed off their blossoming friendship on social media, and fans absolutely loved it.
While Seokjin was explaining to Taehyung what a dirty sport tennis can be, Taehyung tried to prove to him that there was still beauty in it. They both learned from each other, while getting closer to each other every day.
The admiration and small celebrity crush turned into something deeper, which Taehyung kept a tight rein on, enough for Seokjin not to suspect anything.
Their teams had given up on accompanying them during their small training sessions a long time ago. Seokjin always booked his favorite indoor tennis center for them. Not just a court, but the whole place, so they had privacy. Taehyung thought it was too much at first, but then he started to understand and appreciate the fact that it was just the two of them.
Sometimes they would spend their practice session on actual playing, both determined and not giving up, even though it was just a competition between the two of them. And other times, like today, they played more for fun, to loosen up and spend time together.
“Do you feel like having dinner together?”
“What?!”
He hit the ball with a racket and it hit the net on his side. Seokjin burst out laughing, not even trying to hide his amusement at Taehyung’s reaction.
Seokjin left his side of the court and plopped down on the bench next to Taehyung. He wiped his face with a towel, then grabbed a bottle of water.
Shit, drinking water shouldn't turn him on so much, and yet he couldn't look away from Seokjin's long neck, from his Adam apple, from how it glistened with sweat (and maybe Taehyung would like to lick it off him).
He was trying (and failing) for months to focus on their friendship, to be grateful that after years of being Seokjin’s fan, they were close now, but it wasn’t easy. Seokjin was always sweet and kind to him, helped him with improving his game, even gave him a number to his physiotherapist when Taehyung had a small injury. He was truly taking care of him, not just as his senior, but also as one of his closest friends. Taehyung was falling for him, and he couldn’t do anything about it.
So yes, call him a pervert, but he jerked off a few times while thinking about Seokjin, his plump lips, pretty almond eyes, his thick neck and…
"I asked if you wanted to have dinner with me," Seokjin repeated. His question tore Taehyung from his train of lewd thoughts. "We can go straight from here, after we shower."
"If you don't mind me being in sweatpants, then sure," Taehyung said, agreeing to his suggestion.
"It doesn't bother me at all." Seokjin shrugged and looked him up and down. "But I have to admit, I like the outfit you have now much more. Although I won't deny that it's been distracting me a lot for the past hour."
A blush spread across Taehyung's cheeks.
This was the first time he'd dared to put on one of his tennis skirts. He had a whole collection of them and he regretted that he couldn't wear them outside of training. It took him a long time to get over it in front of his own team, that he liked feminine clothes to feel more confident and no one had any objections to it. But knew that he couldn't afford to put them on in official matches.
When he packed his bag for today's training, he threw one of the skirts in there, just in case he wanted to wear it. Up until now, he had avoided them when he practiced with Seokjin, afraid of what he would think of him. But after a year of being friends, he decided that now was the time to put one of them to see his reaction. Seokjin passed his test perfectly.
"Uhm, thank you," Taehyung mumbled, embarrassed, playing with the material of the skirt. "And I'm sorry that I made you lose focus."
"You have no reason to apologize." Seokjin smiled, his gaze falling on his exposed legs. "You look gorgeous, Taehyung-ah."
Seokjin got up from the bench and walked closer to him. Taehyung watched him, feeling his whole body burn under Seokjin's attentive gaze. He stood in front of him and tucked a stray strand of hair behind Taehyung’s ear.
"Hyung." His voice was tight and tense, his heart beating unbearably fast. "I have to tell you something."
Confessing his feelings wasn’t his plan for today, but he couldn't handle the way Seokjin looked at him, how gently he touched him, how sweetly he always addressed him. Taehyung was afraid that he might ruin everything, but he couldn’t pretend that those feelings weren’t driving him crazy every day.
“What is it, hm? You can tell hyung anything.”
Their close proximity wasn’t making things easier for him. He probably should take a step back, but Taehyung felt like he was stuck. His body was craving Seokjin’s touch, so he grabbed his hand. Seokjin let their fingers intertwine, and Taehyung almost cried, because their hands fit perfectly with each other.
“I like you,” Taehyung blurted out quietly, still staring at their feet. “I like you so much, hyung.”
Seokjin cupped his chin and made Taehyung look him in the eyes.
“Took you long enough, baby.”
“Ba-baby?”
“Yes, you’re the baby,” Seokjin chuckled. “I was flirting with you for months!”
“I thought you were just being nice!”
“I was! Nice in a friendly way, and nice in a “I want to fuck you against the nearest wall” way!”
Taehyung blinked twice, let out a soft “oh” and blushed, when his brain finally caught up on what Seokjin just said.
“I’m sorry. I had no idea,” Taehyung apologized, feeling so stupid for not noticing it earlier.
“It’s fine, Taehyung-ah. You have to know that I didn't plan on it from the start - I truly wanted to be your friend. But then we started getting to know each other better and it dawned on me that I had a crush on you," Seokjin explained, smiling. "Once I was sure that you liked guys, I tried to subtly show you that I was interested, but I didn't want to be too pushy or make you think that I'm taking advantage of you."
Taehyung was speechless. He wanted to look around if there were any hidden cameras with them, because he couldn’t believe that Seokjin liked him. Kim Seokjin. The same guy he’s been admiring for years. And now he had feelings for him?
“Can you pinch me?” Taehyung asked, and Seokjin laughed. “I’m serious! There is no way I’m not sleeping right now. So please, pinch me, so I would be sure that it’s real.”
“Hm, I think I have a better idea.”
Seokjin leaned closer and kissed him. It was just a small peck, but it was enough to make Taehyung crave for more.
“I think I need something more to be convinced that this is not a dream,” he said, with an innocent smile.
This time, Seokjin didn’t hesitate and kissed him just like Taehyung hoped he would. His plump and rosy lips captured him in a hungry kiss that knocked the air out of Taehyung’s lungs. One of Seokjin’s hands sneaked under the material of his skirt and squeezed his asscheek, making Taehyung moan.
“Hyung, ah, hyunggg,” he whimpered, when his bulge rubbed against Seokjin’s. They were painfully hard and gasping for air, but none of them were willing to stop. “More, please.”
“Such a needy princess,” Seokjin said and Taehyung whined at that. “Oh, you like that, hm? You like being called princess?”
“Yes. I feel pretty when you do that.”
Seokjin smiled and kissed him again. “You’re the prettiest. No one can compare.” Another kiss, that made Taehyung weak and he was glad that Seokjin was holding him, because otherwise his knees would give up on him already. “Let’s go to my place. I will make dinner for us and then I will take care of you.”
“Okay,” Taehyung agreed sadly, his cock still crying for attention. Seokjin noticed his dilemma and had the audacity to laugh.
“As much as I’d love to fuck you right now, I don’t think this is the right place for that.” Seokjin winked at him. “Unless you like being watched?”
Taehyung looked around and saw multiple cameras under the roof. He almost forgot that the indoor tennis center where they practiced is not just for them, and their heavy make out session was now recorded on a tape.
“Don’t worry, no one’s gonna leak this video to the press,” Seokjin teased. “But I might ask for a copy for myself.”
“Hyung!”
Loud laugh echoed after that.
“I’m joking! Now come on, I’m starving.”
Taehyung huffed with fake annoyance and packed his things faster than usual. They left the center 30 minutes later, holding hands and smiling like two idiots in love.
🎾
Seokjin, Taehyung realized, was a man of many talents. He was an amazing tennis player, had a beautiful voice (that he liked to show off, but never felt the urge to pursue a music career) and knew how to cook.
And now Taehyung was about to get to know another one.
Taehyung was laying down on a mattress, legs spread wide and open, while Seokjin was thrusting his three fingers into his hole and licking his dick and balls. He was squirming and whining, letting out loud ohs and ahs , gripping Seokjin’s hair.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, when his cock hit the back of Seokjin’s throat. He didn’t even gag, just hollowed his cheeks, bobbed his head for a good minute, made a lewd, slurping noise while doing so and then leaned back. Seokjin sucked the tip of his cock, licked the entire length, until he reached his balls. Taehyung whimpered when he felt Seokjin’s hot tongue there. “So good, you’re so fucking good, hyung.”
“Being good with balls is in my job description,” Seokjin said and chuckled at his own joke. Taehyung moved his hips and whined when Seokjin grabbed his thigh to stop him. “Nu-uh, not so fast, baby.”
“Just fuck me already,” Taehyung demanded, his patience slowly running out.
“I’m sorry, princess, but I have too much fun playing with you,” Seokjin teased and kissed his inner thigh. He ogled Taehyung’s cock and smiled devilishly. “It’s funny, you know?”
“What is?”
“How the media likes to call you Mini Kim, but you’re hiding this monster in your pants.”
“Hyung!”
Seokjin cackled at his reaction and that was the moment when he decided to pull out his fingers out of Taehyung. His hole clenched around nothing, feeling empty.
“Tell me, Taehyung-ah,” Seokjin hovered above him, then leaned down to kiss him along his jaw. “Have you ever tried to fuck someone with it? Hm? Or has it been useless for years?”
“I… I’ve never… I don’t…” Taehyung tried to explain himself, but got distracted by Seokjin’s lips attached to his skin. Then he felt long, slender fingers wrapped around his cock, and he didn’t have time to warn Seokjin before coming between them. His cheeks were burning with embarrassment.
But Seokjin didn’t seem to care. He kissed the side of his neck one last time before he leaned over Taehyung’s belly and licked the cum off of him.
“You’re so messy.” Seokjin took a glance at his soft cock, then looked back at him. “Such a big boy, but he doesn’t even know what to do with himself.”
“Seokjin,” Taehyung called out to him by his name, dropping honorifics entirely. “Please. Please.”
“What is it, hm? What does my little pillow princess want?”
Seokjin was right. Taehyung was so fucking horny that he didn’t even know what to do with himself. He was mocking him and making fun of his cock, and it was the hottest thing that ever happened to him. And they didn’t even have sex yet, for fucks sake.
He loved being babied and pampered, showered with love and attention. But there was also another, much darker side of him, that enjoyed being called slut, being spanked and humiliated. When he told Seokjin that over dinner, he was afraid that he wouldn't like him anymore, but on the contrary, Seokjin picked up on that immediately.
He wasn’t a virgin since he was 16, when he and his best friend, Jimin, decided to fuck and check if the whole fuss about sex was worth it. Their first time was awkward and quick, both of them coming too fast, not knowing what they were doing and how to pleasure each other.
Fast forward 7 years later, and Taehyung was lying underneath his idol, being all needy and whiny, and he once again felt like he was 16, his abdomen sticky with cum and whole body on fire.
Only this time, he knew what he wanted and how to ask for it.
“Your cock, hyung,” Taehyung said, and presented his pink hole that was waiting for Seokjin. “Your princess wants to be fucked.”
Seokjin grabbed a bottle of lube that was standing on the bedside table and squeezed the lotion on his cock. Taehyung was watching him and licked his lips involuntarily. He would love to suck him off, to keep his hardness in his mouth, to choke on it. Maybe if he asked, then Seokjin would fuck his face. He took a mental note to ask about it later. He had other priorities now.
“Mine is a little thicker than yours. You sure you can take it, hm?”
“Yes. Please, hyung. I want it. I want you.”
The anticipation was slowly killing him and he was about to beg, but Seokjin finally positioned himself between Taehyung legs, not taking his eyes off of him. He almost cried, when he felt the tip against his hole and then slowly, Seokjin’s cock was sliding into him.
“Ahh, you’re so tight, sweet boy,” Seokjin murmured, and caressed his thighs. “You need to relax. Can you do this for me?”
“Yes, hyung.” Taehyung took a deep breath, stopped clenching around him, and let out a loud moan when Seokjin bottomed out a second later.
“Good boy.” Seokjin leaned down and kissed him, short and sweet, the total opposite of their actions.
But he was a greedy man and wasn’t shy to take what he claimed as his. And this time, it wasn’t some trophy or medal, no. This time it was Seokjin.
Taehyung grabbed Seokjin by the nape and crashed their lips together. His tongue swirled inside Seokjin’s mouth, biting his lower lip and drinking moans out of him. He wrapped his legs around Soekjin's waist, crossing his ankles over each other and moving his hips, giving him a clear sign that he was ready.
The first thrusts of Seokjin’s hips were slow. But then his pace increased, and Taehyung wondered how he was supposed to play after that, because he was sure that Seokjin was gonna make him limp for days.
“Hy-hyung, so good, so, ahh , fucking good,” Taehyung panted. He was loud and vocal, not caring about who might hear them. Maybe Seokjin was onto something when he told him about the possibility of getting their make out on a tape.
“Baby,” Seokjin murmured against his skin, kissing him behind his ear before hiding his face in the junction of Taehyung’s neck. Seokjin angled his hips and Taehyung cried out his name like a prayer.
The tears were streaming down his face while Seokjin was abusing his prostate, hammering into him without a break, making his body burn with desire.
“I want you to come on my cock.” Seokjin said and kissed him, hard and rough, and Taehyung opened his mouth for him, letting their tongues meet.
“Daddy,” Taehyung moaned and fuck, he stilled for a moment, because he didn’t mean to say it out loud.
(Yes, he called Seokjin that many times, but always to Jimin and his other friends. But to be fair, he never thought that he would ever end up with Seokjin’s dick inside him.)
“Say that again,” Seokjin ordered, slowing his thrusts a little. He cupped Taehyung's face, looked him in the eye and smiled. “Don’t pretend to be shy, hm? I won’t be mad.”
Taehyung’s nails dig into Seokjin’s lower back, trying to make him move again, but to no avail. There was no turning back from this situation.
“Daddy.”
“Again.”
“Daddy.”
“One more time.”
“Da– ohh !”
Seokjin pushed back into him with a hard and deep thrust that Taehyung could feel in his gut. He was pounding into him, his movements fast and feral, and Taehyung knew that his second orgasm was just around the corner.
“I’m close, hyung,” he slurred, knowing damn well he won’t last long if Seokjin touches his cock again. “Please, make me come.”
“How do you want me, princess?” Seokjin asked, licking his neck and biting it gently, to not leave any marks. “Just tell me.”
“Fill me up,” Taehyung uttered and looked at Seokjin, ready to beg for it, if he said no. “I want to be full of your cum. I deserve that.”
“Is that so? All you did was open your legs for me, let me use you as I wanted.”
“But… but I’m good for you.”
Seokjin took a glance at his face, and smiled. Then he kissed him, capturing his lips into a sloppy kiss, full of saliva and tongues dancing with each other. Taehyung was whining, his abdomen dirty from sweat and precum, cock furiously red from being abandoned between them, lips swollen from all kisses and bites.
“You’re wrong,” Seokjin said, and kissed his cheek. “You aren’t good. You are perfect, Taehyung.”
And that’s when Seokjin took his cock into his hand, stroking it fast until Taehyung climaxed. Hot shots of cum landed on his belly and Seokjin’s fingers. But he didn’t have time to rest, because Seokjin was still pounding into him, Taehyung’s hole oversensitive but still willing to take everything Seokjin wanted to give him.
“Baby,” Taehyung called Seokjin in a sweet, gentle tone. “Come for me. Make me full of your cum. Come on.”
“Tae-yah,” Seokjin let out a low, deep moan and his cock twitched inside Taehyung, he drowned in his ecstasy and filled him with a cum to the brim.
Seokjin slumped and lay down on Taehyung, his soft cock sliding out of his hole. The mix of lube and cum was oozing out of him, and Taehyung has never felt so dirty before. And he absolutely loved it.
His fingers ran through Seokjin’s hair and caressed his head, while Seokjin was snuggling into him. Taehyung let out a giggle, his heart so full and warm because of Seokjin and his adorable behavior.
“Ah, hyung,” Taehyung cooed at him. “How can you act so cute after what we just did?”
“Shh, let’s cuddle, please,” Seokjin said with a pout. Taehyung adjusted himself, so he could face Seokjin and put arms around his waist. Their legs tangled together, hands roaming and touching each other's bodies gently, with curiosity. “You have a lot of moles.”
“Mhm, I do.”
“I would love to kiss every one of them someday.”
Taehyung smiled and pressed his lips to Seokjin’s nose. “Okay.”
They stayed silent for a longer moment, too tired to move or talk. Taehyung used this to stare at Seokjin’s face, trying to remember even the smallest details: the exact shape of his plump lips, what shade of brown his eyes were, that he also had moles that formed a triangle on his cheek.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Seokjin asked, and Taehyung realized how rosey his face, ears and neck were. So cute.
“Because you’re beautiful,” Taehyung explained simply, and smiled. He cupped his cheek and leaned closer for a kiss. A long one, not like those they had earlier. This time, Taehyung wanted it to last as long as possible.
“Says you,” Seokjin murmured and peck Taehyung’s lips again. “I was losing my mind during our hang outs and practices. It’s been a while since I liked someone that much.”
“Being a Korean gay athlete is not easy, hm?”
“No. But it’s worth it, if it means I can have you by my side.”
Huge, bright smiles bloomed on their faces. Seokjin pulled him closer and kissed him all over his cheeks, making Taehyung giggle.
“Hyung, stop, it tickles,” Taehyung whined, and Seokjin reluctantly stopped nuzzling the side of his neck.
“Okay,” Seokjin sighed and leaned back. He looked at Taehyung fondly.
“What now?”
Seokjin hummed and pecked Taehyung’s nose. “Now we will take a shower, change sheets and play games on my console. Tomorrow, I will make us breakfast and I’m gonna drive you back to your apartment.”
“Sounds good.” Taehyung embraced him, not caring about their sweaty, sticky bodies.
“And… when we get back from Turin... I'd like to take you on a real date.”
The butterflies in his stomach swirled happily at those words. A date. A real date! With Kim Seokjin! His longtime crush and idol!
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Mhm.”
Seokjin laughed. “You’re not freaking out, are you?”
Taehyung blushed and hid his face from him, but Seokjin grabbed him by his chin and looked at him with a mischievous twinkle in the eye.
“Yes! I’m freaking out! But can you blame me?” Taehyung blurted out. “You’re not good for my heart, hyung. It’s beating so fast, I feel like dying.”
“Ah, you’re so dramatic.” Seokjin chuckled and took one of Taehyung’s hand to kiss it. “I’m crazy about you. Those feelings are making me nervous, too. But we're in this together.”
Together.
Taehyung liked the sound of that.
“Alright, hyung,” he said and kissed Seokjin. “Now, carry me to the bathroom.”
Seokjin rolled his eyes, muttered “ bratty princess” under his breath, took Taehyung into his arms in bridal style, and then he marched towards the bathroom. They showered together, washed each other's bodies with gentle moves and kissed, kissed and kissed until their skin turned pruny and water got cold.