Chapter Text
What will he do then?
“Where’s Jungkook?”
Taehyung looks up from the carton of blueberries he’s inspecting, the fifth one so far because he needs to find the biggest, most vibrant bunch. Woong – Namjoon and Seokjin’s neighbor, and frequent visitor of the bookstore – stands there in a pretty yellow summer dress that Taehyung considers asking her where it’s from. He shrugs for now. “I dunno,” he says. “At home maybe? Why, do you need him for something?”
She shakes her head, a little furrow bunching up between her eyebrows. “No. Just weird seeing you without him.”
Taehyung snorts. “You know, we do live individual lives someti–”
“Oh, hey, Tae, where’s Jungkook?” Youngsoon’s wife appears beside her, her short hair in pretty, intentionally-messy waves today. Taehyung remembers when Jungkook’s hair was this short, and how pretty he looked with it too. It’s been a while since then because Taehyung endlessly compliments his long hair, so of course he kept it because he loves to be showered with love.
Taehyung cuts off his Jungkook Daydreaming and remembers what she said, same as her wife. He blinks at her. “He’s at home.”
“Oh,” she says, her eyebrows furrowing too, making her eyebrow piercing peek out from beneath her hair. Taehyung will not think of Jungkook again. “Are you guys okay?”
Taehyung furrows his eyebrows this time. “Huh?”
“Like…” she drops her voice into a whisper, “okay? If you’re having, you know,” another whisper, “problems, my cousin is a marriage counselor, and–”
Taehyung’s eyes go wide. “Yes, we are okay!”
“Then why isn’t he here with you?”
“Because I had to run to the store, and he’s doing something!”
“Doing what?”
“I don’t know?! We’re two separate people!” Are they though? Not really.
The two wives glance at each other. “Y-Yeah, but we just–we haven’t ever really seen you two not together, so it looks wrong, and we were–”
“If you get divorced, will Jungkook move away? Because you were here first, and you have the shop and we love you, but we love Jungkook too, and–”
“Oh my god, he’s just at home,” Taehyung says. “He’s at home! He’s at our home! It’s fine! Everything’s fine!” Taehyung grabs the first blueberry carton he sees and places it in his basket, then stomps away. He still calls out over his shoulder that he hopes they have a nice rest of their day, because he is kind and he means it.
“Y-You too,” Youngsoon says, sounding airy and confused, like she still can’t comprehend the sight of Taehyung without Jungkook beside him.
He heads across the store to the baking aisle to get the rest of the things he needs, trying to parse through his list in his head. Flour, brown sugar, does he need regular sugar too? Maybe he’ll stock up just in case, but he walked here, and that’s a lot of heavy things to carry home, and– He hears from the cereal aisle the familiar voice of Jisung, asking, “Was that Taehyung-hyung?” Then his boyfriend Minho responding, “I dunno, I don’t think so? I didn’t see Jungkook with him, so.”
Taehyung grumbles to himself. He’s not upset that everyone sees them as a package deal, because they are, but he and Jungkook do do things separately quite often! At least he thinks they do… Do they?
Just before he turns into the baking aisle, he hears another familiar voice. That seems like an unnecessary adjective, because in their little town, every voice and face is a familiar one. He could hear anyone in the grocery store talk and know whose voice it is.
He is very familiar with this one though. “Taaaaaaaae!” Hoseok says, nearly skipping over with a wide, bright smile on his face. “Hi!” Then his smile drops. His eyebrows furrow. Taehyung knows what’s coming. “Where’s Jungkook?”
“He’s at home!” Taehyung says, quite a bit too loudly, and he flings his arms up with the exclamation.
Hoseok’s eyes go wide. “O-Okay!” he says. He slowly backs away, then quickly scurries off. Taehyung quickly walks down the baking aisle, keeping his head down so he doesn’t get another Where’s Jungkook? because he knows at least one more of them lives in the store.
He sets a bag of brown sugar in his basket, then he feels it. He can’t ever describe what it is, even to himself; he just knows when it appears. He looks to his right, down the empty aisle. He crosses his arms and leans against the shelf of ingredients, a small smile coming unbidden to his face.
He watches Jungkook glance down the aisle as he walks past, then he disappears from view. Then a second later, he walks backwards into sight again, pausing to make sure he saw correctly. Taehyung almost sinks down to his knees when he sees the light spark to life in Jungkook’s eyes, his whole face lighting up with it.
He marches down the aisle and takes Taehyung’s basket from him. He sets it on the ground, then wraps his arm around his shoulders and kisses his cheek. “Hi,” he says.
“Hi,” Taehyung says, his arm going around Jungkook’s waist. “What are you doing here?”
“Missed you," Jungkook says. He rests his cheek against his husband’s head while he grabs the bag of flour he knows they use and sets it in the basket. Taehyung closes his eyes and rests his head against Jungkook. He missed him too. It’s impossible to not feel the other half of him missing, even if it’s not for very long. “Do you have everything you need?”
Taehyung hums, his eyes staying closed. “Yeah.”
– ♡ –
They each carry a bag in one hand on their walk home, the other’s hand in the other, gently swinging between them like the soft breeze through the tree branches above. It’s such a beautiful afternoon. Sunny and warm, the breeze carrying notes of flowers and the color green. Children play in the street, neighbors sit on their porches, birds sing from their trees, and – in the eyes of others and their own – all is right in the world, because Taehyung and Jungkook are beside each other again.
After talking about the photos Jimin and Yoongi have sent them from their vacation in the Philippines, Jungkook asks, “Do you want to go anywhere? We haven’t gone on a vacation in a while.”
Taehyung thinks about it. Jungkook brings their joined hands to his lips and kisses Taehyung’s, just because. Taehyung squeezes his hand three times. I love you.
“I mean, not really…” he says. Their honeymoon wasn’t very long ago, and they recently got back from their… unpleasant trip to the city. “Maybe someplace warm when winter gets here, but I’d just like to stay settled in at home.”
“Yeah, same here,” Jungkook says.
“I can’t believe I found someone with my same insanely deep homebody tendencies.”
Jungkook chuckles. “I was never like that before. I’m pretty sure I used to spend more time away from my penthouse than I did inside of it. But now I have a home, and I never wanna leave it.”
Taehyung smiles to himself. He had a home already before he met Jungkook, and now he has another.
– ♡ –
“How long do they have to bake for?” Jungkook asks, kissing up and down Taehyung’s neck as Taehyung scoops the last of the blueberry muffin batter into the pan.
“Twenty minutes or so,” Taehyung says, laughing as he tilts his head to the side to invite more kisses.
“I can make you come, like, five times in that amount of time.”
Taehyung wiggles out of Jungkook’s arms so he can cross the kitchen and slide the pan into the oven. He hears Jungkook follow right behind him. Taehyung really doesn’t know how they did survive the distance of the grocery store – everyone was right.
Their kitchen is lit up by the afternoon summer sun. Their mugs they drank their sweet morning coffee in are still in the kitchen sink, a brown ring of dried coffee in the bottom of each one. Their spice jars – a village of colorful little houses – line the top of the stove. A cinnamon whisk still hangs from the cabinet knob above their sink, a remnant of autumn that lost its cozy, spicy scent a long time ago. Little traces of their beautiful, simple life are all around.
“I know you can,” Taehyung laughs. As soon as the oven door is closed and he straightens back up, Jungkook is wrapped around him again. “I want to take my time with you though.”
“What if I make you come ten times right now, and then we can take our time later?” Jungkook asks. He’s kissing up and down his neck again, a soft press of lips over and over and over.
Taehyung leans back into his chest. His strong, protective arms tighten around him. Safe. “Because I won’t want to stop just to check on the muffins when the timer goes off.”
“I can check for you,” Jungkook says, tightening his arms around him more, already not letting him get away before it’s happened. “You’ll need time to recover from the twenty orgasms anyway.”
“You just keep doubling the number!” Taehyung laughs, sinking back into his husband. His smile matches the one in each new kiss Jungkook gives him. The kitchen is already starting to smell like brown sugared blueberries, with a hint of Jungkook so close to him.
“I’m very confident,” Jungkook says, followed by a kiss, “and really trying to persuade you,” another.
Taehyung hums, suppressing his smile before he says, “Alright then, let’s see what you’ve got.” The sentence ends in a squeal when Jungkook immediately picks him up and carries him to the part of the kitchen that they know for sure cannot be seen from Jimin and Yoongi’s house. Taehyung remembers when they first tested this, after a… bit of an unfortunate encounter.
There isn’t a single room, counter, or even square inch of their house that Taehyung and Jungkook have not at least kissed in. And if they’ve kissed there, then their kisses have most likely led to something more.
It was a day like today, a warm, sunny summer day. Taehyung thinks about how every day with Jungkook always feels warm and sunny. Even if it’s dark and rainy, the skies a deep grey with cracks of lightning and growls of thunder, or the world is blindingly bright covered in a white, sparkling blanket of snow, every memory feels like it’s been steeped in warm sunlight; that’s what their love feels like, like warm honey.
That day, though, was a warm honey day in the moment too, and that day, it was Taehyung who tried to lure Jungkook from making their lunch and into his arms (or, to be more specific, into his mouth).
“Kookie, baby, I’ll make you feel so good,” he said, trying to sound alluring and not whiny, even though Jungkook has always loved both. He knew it was working though, because Jungkook shivered the way he always did when his deep voice was working on him.
“I know you will, baby girl, but I want you to eat first because breakfast was hours ago.”
“I–”
“And no comments about eating my cum, you freak.”
Taehyung snapped his mouth shut, and they both fell into giggles. “Please, Jungkookie,” he said, nuzzling his nose against his neck from behind. “I’ll be so good. You’ll be so proud of me.”
“I’m always proud of my Tae. He’s a good boy.”
Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat, and his stomach fizzled with glittering butterfly wings. “Can I show you how good I am then? Please?”
And soon Taehyung was on his knees, Jungkook’s cock buried down his throat. And ten minutes or so later, cum pooling on Taehyung’s tongue and sliding down his throat, Jungkook received a text.
Jimin
Please
Please for the love of god
Close your curtains or go somewhere else next time
Or at least give me a formal invitation
A week later, Taehyung went over to Jimin and Yoongi’s house to hangout with his best friend, and with secret motives too. He looked out their windows as Jungkook stood in the kitchen, texts being sent back and forth.
Jungkook
can you see me here
Taehyung
yes
Jungkook
what about here
Taehyung
your bottom half is shielded by the counter
Jungkook
okay what about over here
Taehyung
can’t see you!!!!
Jungkook
check from the other windows too!!!!!
And so they found the perfect spot in their kitchen where their neighbors will not be non-consensually subject to watching their best friends have sex.
And that’s where Jungkook bends him over the counter.
Taehyung thinks about the scenes like this in movies, where one person is bent over the kitchen counter by the other. The way their body is shoved down, head pushed against the hard granite by a firm hand. The speed, the force, the dominance.
The speed is slow. He gives Taehyung all the time he might need to comfortably bend over the surface. He doesn’t shove him down, he doesn’t risk having his grip slip and cause him to hit his head. It’s slow.
The force is as gentle as can be. A light hand in between his shoulder blades, pressing him down. He gives him time to resist if he wants to, to get away, or to settle into it.
And the dominance is there in the soft way it always is. It’s not a you’re mine, even though he is. It’s not a listen to me, even though he does. It’s always an I’ve got you, you’re safe. It’s dominance in the form of comfort, a reassurance that he will always, always be okay in every way in Jungkook’s care.
“Are you comfortable, sweetheart?” Jungkook asks. “Here, fold your arms so you can cushion your head on them. Yeah, just like that, baby.” That dominance in his soft, loving way. Taehyung does what he says, and Jungkook gives him a delicate kiss on his shoulder, as if to say thank you, I’m proud of you.
Taehyung suppresses a shiver when Jungkook slides his hands down his waist, then glides them back up beneath his shirt, skin against warm skin. His hands slide back down, his touch feather-light, barely even grazing him. Goosebumps spread across him, even in the places Jungkook isn’t touching. He feels surrounded by Jungkook with only a few isolated touches.
Jungkook’s hands travel farther down, his fingertips tracing faint shapes on his hipbones, skirting right along the edge of the waistband of his shorts. That spot always makes his entire body tingle, and it’s even worse with how teasing he is about it, how close he is getting without giving him anything more. He lets out a tiny little whimper, then a little moan when Jungkook says, “You’re always such a good boy for me, Tae. Waiting so patiently, never complaining when I’m mean and like to tease you a little. Such a good boy. Did you know that? Do you know how good you are?” Taehyung nods, and his heart pounds harder when he hears Jungkook laugh. “Good. I want you to know how good you are. How good my pretty baby is.”
Taehyung is good, and that’s why he doesn’t whine or turn bratty when Jungkook continues to touch him so lightly when all he wants is his hands somewhere else, touching him like he belongs to him and not testing out if that’s true.
He gets what he wants when he hears Jungkook sink to his knees behind him, pulling down Taehyung’s shorts and panties with him as he goes. Taehyung lets out a shaky sigh of relief, and in anticipation. He’s good, he’s a good boy who gets what he wants when he doesn’t whine. (Somewhere in his foggy head he knows that he also gets what he wants when he does whine – it’s mostly a matter of whether he wants to hear Jungkook tell him that he’s good, or that he’s cute.)
His stomach is a mess when Jungkook kisses the curve of his back, the notches of his spine and the dimples he has there. He kisses one of his cheeks, along that curve too, then below it. He kisses his thigh, the inside of it where his stretch marks are, gentle but firm kisses, wet and soft. They feel like a form of worship, like reverence. Taehyung curls his fingers into fists when Jungkook’s hands rest on his cheeks, squeezing the soft fat while he waits and waits and waits. And finally his husband spreads his cheeks apart, and he hears Jungkook sigh a dreamy sigh.
“Feels like it’s been so long since I’ve done this,” Jungkook says quietly, longing in his voice.
Taehyung tries to say that he ate him out only a couple of days ago, but the words die on his tongue when Jungkook’s presses against him.
“O-Oh,” Taehyung moans, trying to keep his knees from collapsing. He reaches behind himself and buries his fingers in Jungkook’s hair. Not to yank him closer, not force his tongue into his hole, but because it’s hard to not see him, so he needs to touch him. Already, with one lick, he needs Jungkook. Jungkook briefly stops to turn his head and kiss Taehyung’s wrist, then he goes back to eating him out with a famished passion.
“Jungkook,” Taehyung says under his breath, an afterthought of a moan. Jungkook’s tongue presses flat across his hole, then swirls around it, teasing him by shallowly dipping in before pulling back. Taehyung’s cock grows harder, hanging heavy and wet in front of him, but he doesn’t touch it, doesn’t press it against the cabinet in front of him. He’s good, he’s a good boy, and he doesn’t need anything more; anything Jungkook gives him is enough.
He doesn’t realize he’s whispering an endless string of, “Love you, l-love you, I love you, Jungkookie, love you,” over and over again until Jungkook squeezes his cheeks gently, then brushes his thumbs back and forth across them.
Jungkook’s tongue dips inside of his hole again, stretching the muscle apart. It doesn’t tighten back up when he teasingly pulls back though, because he doesn’t; he pushes it in deeper and deeper until he’s licking inside of him. Taehyung lets out such a pathetic, whimpery sound – Jungkook’s favorite sound, because he lets out the same moan he always does when he’s buried in his ass.
The way Jungkook is so… so unashamed when he eats his ass always makes Taehyung’s entire body break out into an intense blush. Taehyung is shameless about everything – about peeing on Jungkook or being peed on, about his fervent and unapologetic obsession with cum, about his exhibitionist streak – and still, Jungkook eating his ass always flusters him. Jungkook moans from deep in his chest and shallow in his throat, he hums and groans like he tastes incredible, and when he licks and bites he just goes for it and doesn’t shy away from letting him hear and feel how much he’s enjoying it too.
Tears swim in Taehyung’s eyes when Jungkook reaches around and takes his hard cock into his hand, slowly stroking it. His hand is wet, sliding from base to tip, then back down again. It’s so slow and it still makes Taehyung feel insane. He needs more, he always needs more of Jungkook, it’s never enough, not even close, and he reaches a shaky arm out and slaps at the oven panel to turn it off. Who the fuck cares about anything but being closer to Jungkook?
He doesn’t even have to ask or beg; he suddenly finds himself scooped up in Jungkook’s arms and carried to the bedroom. He’s set down carefully onto their bed as if he’s something fragile and precious.
Jungkook crawls over him. His lips are wet and swollen, and his long tresses of hair tickle Taehyung’s cheeks when he kisses him. Taehyung wants to wrap his arms around him, but they feel heavy and limp, so he just lets himself be kissed however Jungkook wants to kiss him. And he wants to kiss him deep and slow, indulgent licks of their tongues, long beginnings and slow endings before the next one, even more mind melting, comes.
“Baby boy,” Jungkook says, his breath hot as he kisses his cheek, down to his jaw. “My baby boy. So sweet. So fucking sweet for me. You’re everything.” Taehyung sniffles as Jungkook kisses his neck. “You’re everything.” No one could ever love him the way Jungkook does. Nothing could ever come close.
“C-Can I have you inside?” Taehyung somehow manages to say, his words so airy even to himself.
“Anything for you, baby, you know that. Anything.”
Jungkook wipes Taehyung’s tears for him with a smile while his other hand starts to pull his shorts and underwear down, freeing his hard cock. Taehyung watches in awe when Jungkook throws his shirt off too, his muscles rippling. Jungkook slowly strokes his cock as his eyes trail over Taehyung, still wearing his t-shirt but naked from the waist down, his shirt ruffled up to show his stomach.
“Beautiful,” Jungkook whispers to himself. “My beautiful baby.” Taehyung nods, and Jungkook smiles at him so softly. “Yeah, that’s right. My beautiful baby.”
Taehyung nods. “Your beautiful baby,” he whispers, the words just coming out.
Jungkook smiles wider, even softer. He takes his hand. He kisses his wrist. “Yeah,” he whispers back. “My beautiful baby.”
The head of Jungkook’s cock presses against his hole while his other hand presses against his cheek, brushing his tears away for him again. “Take a deep breath for me, angel,” Jungkook says softly. Taehyung takes a deep breath in, then he holds it, looking up at his husband outlined golden in the sunlight. “Now let it out slowly.” And when Taehyung does, Jungkook enters him at the very same pace. Taehyung’s eyes fall closed as he feels inch by thick inch return home inside of him. A wide stretch, reaching deep, nestling inside.
It feels like ages before it stops. It feels like Jungkook’s cock in his throat. He smiles to himself dreamily when Jungkook’s lips press to his jaw, along it, beside his ear, soft, loving kisses that he’s always showered in.
“You okay, baby?” Jungkook asks softly. Taehyung only nods. Jungkook kisses his cheek, his temple. “Alright, just let me take care of you then. Let me take care of my baby. I’ve got you.” Taehyung only nods again because it’s all he can do.
Jungkook absolutely spoils him. He pampers him. He touches him in the exact way he needs, every time. He rolls his hips slowly, teasingly, and just when he knows Taehyung is going to start getting overwhelmed with his want for more, he sinks not only into him, but onto him. He covers him with his body, pushing him heavily into the mattress until all Taehyung can feel is him. Not at his mercy, but in his protection. Not crushed, but shielded. Not stuck, but kept. He smiles into the next kiss on Taehyung’s neck when he feels Taehyung sigh in relief. This is what he needed. Jungkook this close.
“Kookie,” Taehyung whispers or whimpers or sighs, he isn’t quite sure, when Jungkook angles his hips just so and kisses his prostate with the head of his cock. Taehyung’s fingers curl into fists, and he tries to arch his back up off the mattress, but he can’t with Jungkook on top of him, and that’s the most perfect feeling he can think of.
Jungkook never fucks him faster or harder. He isn’t racing to make him come (like he was trying to convince him with earlier). He lets it slowly, slowly build at its own slow and steady pace. Taehyung can feel it every second of the way, the way it feels closer and closer, something comforting, then fuzzy, then breath-hitching.
“You feel so good, baby,” Jungkook says, sounding just as affected as Taehyung. “So tight. Wish I could stay like this forever. Fuck, you feel so amazing, Tae, I can’t–fuck, I’m close.”
“M-Me too,” Taehyung whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” Jungkook says. Gentle, but with enough of a command that Taehyung immediately flits his eyes open. “Look at me when you come.” Taehyung nods, wide eyed. “Good boy. My good, sweet boy. My–” Taehyung doesn’t hear whatever he says next, because his orgasm spreads and spreads as it bursts out of him. It isn’t a tidal wave or an electric shock; it rolls over him like a warm breeze over the grass and wildflowers of a meadow. It’s slow and warm and all-encompassing, and it feels like it could last forever. It feels the same when Jungkook comes inside of him with a sound like music next to his ear. Even the way Jungkook moans is art.
Jungkook slowly, so slowly, thrusts as he rides it out, milking himself of all of the cum he has to give him. Before he can even relax, he rolls onto his back and takes Taehyung with him so Taehyung is laying on top of him now, Jungkook’s cock still inside of him. Jungkook messily pulls the duvet over them, and they slowly catch their breath together.
Taehyung snuffles sleepily. “Was so good, Kookie,” he says. “Felt so good. Love you.”
“I love you too, Tae,” Jungkook says. “I did a good job?”
Taehyung bites his lip so he doesn’t squeal, doesn’t even let his terribly in love smile show. “You did amazing, baby,” he says. “So, so good. It was amazing.” He feels and hears Jungkook sigh in relief, as if every single time they’ve ever had sex hasn’t been mind-blowing.
“I think we should take a nap,” Taehyung says, already halfway there.
“I agree,” Jungkook says, sounding just the same.
And when they finally get up an hour and a half later, Taehyung walks into the kitchen and finds that perfectly-baked blueberry muffins are waiting for them, kept warm in the oven.