Crazy in Love? Final Part 1
Genre: Angst? Smut? AU
Pairing: Taegi
Word Count: 1017
A/N: The final final part will be posted tomorrow! Love you all. Enjoy this fall break treat!
~Admin Ducky
Here’s the thing about time. It’s merciless. It pounds on forever, past the hurt and misery, past the laughter and happiness. Great Wars and cataclysms have all been bested by it. Taehyung knew this very well.
That’s why he didn’t care that he was dying.
He didn’t care because he knew it would happen eventually. I knew I wouldn’t die in my sleep, or surrounded peacefully by family members, he thought to himself while clutching his bleeding abdomen. At least this was something he could handle. A comfortable familiarity with the god of pain and goddess of suffering.
He just wished he didn’t have to die for this reason.
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“The plan is simple,” He told Yoongi while stretching his shoulders, “I don’t care if you come or not.”
“I’m coming,” Yoongi said distractedly. He and Tae were in his pure white living room. Yoongi was sitting on the couch, typing something on his laptop. Tae had been stretching for an hour, Yoongi supposed it was a nervous habit.
“Foolish,” Tae replied.
“I’ve been called worse,” Yoongi snorted, “by you actually.”
“I’ll never understand you, will I?”
“I don’t think you would ever understand me. Even if we didn’t die tomorrow like we both are planning to.”
“Fine.” There was something in Tae’s voice that made Yoongi look up for the first time in an hour, “You know what?”
“I know a who, and a why but I don’t know a what.”
“Shut your mouth Min Yoongi for once in your damn life.”
Then Taehyung was kissing him. Yoongi had fought him before. He had thrown knives, and punches, and kicks, but until then he had no idea Tae could move that fast. The laptop was discarded onto the floor as Tae pushed Yoongi’s back into the soft leather of the couch.
“It just occurred to me I won’t be able to kiss you in this life after tomorrow,” Tae breathed dangerously close to Yoongi’s ear, “and I want to memorize every last thing about you. I want to know the sounds you make. I want to make you feel like you’ve never felt before-,” He paused.
Yoongi took the small silence to lean forward and bite Tae’s lip.
“I don’t think I’ve told you before,” He laughed quietly into Tae’s mouth, “but my codename is Suga.”
“Oh?”
“Let me show you how I got it.”
The change from Yoongi to Suga was so immediate, Tae almost let him take charge-
Almost.
“Don’t think you can just-,” Tae began, but Suga took his lips and quieted the younger man. Using his strength, Suga shifted his body on top of Tae, never pausing their kiss. He let his right cup Tae’s face, and with the other, started trailing patterns into his chest. He was teasing him, playing with his nipples through his shirt and leaving nail marks on his arms.
Then, bracing his knees on either side of Tae’s hips, Suga unbuckled his pants. His stare was like sex itself, and Tae felt every movement in his core. He felt the phantom touch of his hands as Suga’s eyes roamed his body. He felt completely naked with all his clothes on.
Suga stood up momentarily to rip his and Tae’s clothes off, throwing them into a pile at the foot of the couch, on top of the laptop.
Then, Suga’s soft hands wrapped around Taehyung’s dick. Tae let out a moan he didn’t know he was keeping in, and his breathing became labored, Suga was pumping slowly, flicking his wrist slightly back and forth as his hand went up and own. Then, with a devilish smile that almost through Tae over the edge, he put his mouth around the tip of his penis. He treated the end like a lollipop as he swirled his wet tongue feverishly.
Tae was sweating, writhing, and moaning on the couch. He was sure the neighbors could hear. He didn’t care.
Then, Suga took his full length, deep-throating his entire cock easily.
Tae knew he was a mess. He had never known this feeling before, only the cold pleasure of doing this to others. It was easy to be the one on top, in total control. This was the freest he had ever felt in his entire existence. Totally at the mercy of the love of his life.
Suga let go of his dick with a comedic pop, and walked to his nightstand. He pulled a bottle of lube and a condom from the drawer. Slipping on the condom and saturating his fingers with the lube, he settled back on the couch above Tae.
He leaned up and began kissing him passionately, before inserting a finger inside Tae. He let out a surprised gasp. He had never- he’s never been the one to-
Suga slide in a second finger, and then teased with a third. He pumped Tae’s dick in rhythm with his fingers. After a few minutes, he smiled at Tae like a fallen angel.
“Are you ready?”
“Y-yeah,” He breathed, unsure if Suga heard. He watched in silent anticipation as Suga settled at his entrance. He pushed in slowly. Taking a pace that was wonderful torture.
“Faster,” Tae moaned,” harder.”
“Not yet,” Suga smirked, and took his time.
Then, it seemed a demon took control of him, and Suga went for it.
Taehyung was overcome with pain and pleasure. The two began moaning erratically as they gripped each other’s bodies. Suddenly Suga went into overdrive, thrusting hard another five times into Tae.
Then, Yoongi’s face broke into the most ethereal expression Tae had ever seen, which sent him over the edge.
They came one after the other, and held each other for a few seconds. Tae moaned sadly when Yoongi slipped out of him.
“Oh my god,” He said, breathing loudly, “What the fuck was that?” “If that’s the last time I’m having sex, it better have been that fucking good.”
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Taehyung’s lips pulled into a quivering smile as he remembered the night before. Tears or blood dripped from his face, and he moaned. This time, in total pain.
He was ready.