It’s on days like this that Jungkook feels incredibly guilty.
He’s a man of many needs. Many sexual needs, to be specific. He only has his wild days back in college to blame for his current periodic bouts of horniness. Except now, he has a 3 year old and another baby 4 months on the way. It doesn’t help that his pregnancy only intensifies his libido.
So yeah. He can’t help but feel like he’s betraying his son every time he has to call up a babysitter just so he can go seduce men in clubs for the fuck of his life.
Jungkook leans back from where he was examining his eyeliner in the mirror, and lets his gaze take himself in. He’s wearing his favorite black skinny jeans, which cling to his body a little too tightly now that he’s gained weight from the pregnancy. He’s topped it off with a loose black shirt with a deep v neck, which successfully hides his slightly protruding belly.
He looks good. He knows that. He just wishes he didn’t have to use that to his advantage to accompany random nameless men once every few months.
He leaves the bathroom, grabbing his wallet and keys and stopping by his son’s room. The boy keeps talking to himself with his cars zooming about before he notices his father hovering in the doorway.
Jungkook smiles and crouches down. “Hey Taehyun. Daddy’s gonna miss you really bad, but you have to stay on your best behavior for the babysitter, ok?”
The little boy nods, eyes wide. Jungkook doesn’t know how his mom ever resisted him, because one look at Taehyun’s innocent doe eyes has Jungkook melting.
The doorbell rings. Hearing it, Taehyun reaches out for Jungkook to carry him.
“You’re old now, baby.” Jungkook pretends to complain but lifts him anyways. He heads to the front door and lets the teenage girl in he’s called several times before to babysit.
“Hey Mia. Hyun’s already had his dinner, so you just need to make sure he sleeps on time. Don’t forget that I’m paying extra for you to stay the night.”
The girl nods and pulls the toddler from Jungkook’s grasp.
“Are you ready to have fun will Daddy’s out?” Mia asks him, and his head bobs with excitement. Jungkook takes this as his cue to slip out the door to the garage, sitting in his beat down car.
The club is already in full swing by the time he arrives. He flashed his ID to the bouncer and walks in, eyes glancing for any free people not near the bar. He doesn’t want to deal with angry men who get kind of scary when he refuses the drinks they bought for him. He stands around for a little longer, contemplating whether he should hit the dance floor when he notices a man’s curious gaze on him.
Jungkook tilts his head to get a proper look. The man’s also Asian, hair dyed a shocking blue. He must have interpreted the head tilt as an invitation because he’s walking up to Jungkook.
“Why isn’t a pretty boy like you out on the floor?” Blue haired man leans against the wall right next to Jungkook, hands in his pockets.
Jungkook smirks, trying to channel the kid he was in college. “I was looking for someone worth dancing with. I think I’ve found him, though.”
A glint shines through the man’s eyes. “Did you, now.”
Jungkook steps closer into the other’s personal space. “You see, I’m a dancer so I’m a little picky with who I’m with.”
A pair of large hands come to sit at Jungkook’s waist. Jungkook holds his breath, praying that the hands don’t move any more to the front and feel the baby bump. “Why don’t you show me what those hips can do, then?”
Jungkook let’s out a sigh of relief before lunging in, capturing the other man’s lips between his. Blue’s equally responsive, and it’s not long until he slips his tongue into Jungkook’s mouth. He’s glad he doesn’t taste any strong hints of alcohol in the other’s mouth.
Blue suddenly pulls back. Jungkook’s about to complain, but he only continues to work his way down Jungkook’s next and starts to suck harshly on the skin between his neck and shoulder.
Feeling his cock begin to harden, Jungkook steps so Taehyung’s thigh is between his legs and rolls his body to enticingly grind against it. Not allowing his crotch to touch, no. He needed to tease the other man a little too.
When Blue’s done with his work on Jungkook’s neck, he rests his forehead against Jungkook’s and just pants, trying to catch his breath.
“Do you wanna head out of here?” He asks.
Jungkook nods. “Let’s go to yours.” He steps back. “What’s your name, by the way? I’m Jungkook.”
Blue smiles coyly. “You can call me V. You’ll get my real name once you prove those hips are worth it.”
Jungkook laughs. “Fair enough.” He starts walking out of the club, V right behind him. “I have my car, so you can give me directions.”
Once they’re settled into the seats and Jungkook is en route to V’s place, the other fiddles with the radio until the latest pop channel comes on. Jungkook can’t help but grin at how V is jamming in the passenger seat, singing along to the lyrics while giving directions.
“How old are you?” Jungkook inquires, amused by V’s childish behavior.
“I’m 25. Let me live a little.” V laughs before going back to singing along.
They arrive to the apartment complex soon after, and they arrive to V’s unit laughing the whole way up the 3 flights of stairs. V unlocks the door and gestures for Jungkook to go in first. He does so, and takes in the state of the main room.
It’s mostly tidy, an easel set up in one corner with the beginnings of a landscape depicted onto it. A palette lies on top of several paint bottles on the floor.
“I take it you’re an artist?”
V smiles. “I do various things. I paint, do some photo shoots both behind and in front of the camera, sing for my friend’s tracks, and so on. Painting is definitely my favorite. A good destresser.” He leads Jungkook to a room, his bedroom. “Is dancing your job?”
Jungkook shakes his head, eyeing V as he takes off his coat and hangs it up. “I’m a choreographer for my own studio.”
V raises his strong eyebrows, impressed. “Dancer lieu businessman. You’re living the life at what, 20?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. “24,” he corrects. His mind wanders to Taehyun when he sees a framed photo probably of one of V’s shoots, the man posing with a race car. All thoughts of his son go away when he realizes V’s dressed in extremely skimpy clothing- a mesh shirt and tight leather shorts.
“Like what you see?” V breathes into Jungkook’s ear.
Jungkook turns around, pushing V to the bed. “Couldn’t really see you properly. You might need to take off all of your clothes for me to truly appreciate your body.” He murmurs in an attempt to appear nonchalant, which fails when his muscles tug his lips upward into a smile.
V smiles too, but just a quick grin before he pushes Jungkook back and allows the lust to take over.
He instantly lowers himself to Jungkook’s bare collarbone, which has Jungkook groaning and his hard on reappearing. V pulls back, tossing his shirt off and pulling Jungkook’s off as well.
“Are you pregnant?” He asks bluntly.
Jungkook sighs. “Yes. I don’t have a partner though, I swear I’m not cheating.”
V eyes him for a second before shrugging. “If you say so.” He continues to pull Jungkook’s belt out and slip his pants down.
Jungkook wants to cry from relief, but that could just be the hormones, too. He’s glad he wasn’t sent away, because who would find a pregnant man sexually attractive?
His thoughts are interrupted with long fingers teasing his rim and one slipping inside, but it isn’t long before two fingers are scissoring inside. Two turns to three, and then none. Suddenly, he’s flipped over to sit on V’s lap with a commanding “Show me those hips.”
V already has the condom on, so all Jungkook has to do is sink down on his thick cock. He leans forward, caging V’s head with his forearms, careful to not let his belly press down as he begins to circle his hips. With how V throws his head back, blue bangs plastered against his forehead, Jungkook would think he’s doing a pretty good job.
Jungkook releases pretty soon, the pregnancy making him extra sensitive, but V’s still hard when he pulls off.
“I would blow you, but I’m not into that.” Jungkook murmurs apologetically as he collapses beside V on the bed.
The man climbs back to hover over Jungkook, guiding his hands down to his length.
“That’s okay. I wouldn’t make you do something you’re not comfortable doing.” When he presses a kiss against Jungkook’s neck while Jungkook slowly pumps him, it almost feels romantic.
V spills into the condom and rolls it off, tying it and tossing it to the nearest trash can. He grabs a paper towel to wipe off Jungkook’s cum, and tosses that, too. He flops onto the bed with a groan.
“So, you gonna tell me your real name now?”
V turns to face Jungkook. “I guess your hips were okay.” he grins. Jungkook smacks him on the shoulder. “My name’s Taehyung.”
Jungkook sharply meets V’s eyes. “Taehyun?”
“No, TaehyuNG. As in hyung, what you have to call me.”
“Oh my god.” Jungkook falls onto his back, staring at the ceiling. “This is just great.”
“Sorry, didn’t know you were so against Korean honori-”
“My son’s name is Taehyun.” Jungkook faces Taehyung again. “What are the odds. Of all the millions of people in the city, I was fucked by the one named Taehyung.”
Taehyung raises an eyebrow. “This son?” he gestures to Jungkook’s stomach.
“No, no. My three year old at home.” He covers his face with his hands. “Can I call you Tae or something? I cannot stand to imagine moaning a name that sounds just like my son’s.”
Tae’s lips quirk up. “Tae or hyung, then. You say it as if we’re gonna fuck again in the future.”
Jungkook presses his hands harder into his face.
“I’m just kidding. Here, let me give you my number.” He pulled one of Jungkook’s arms away from his face, scribbling a number into the inner skin with a marker.
“You’re not turned off by me having kids?”
“Hm?” Tae looks genuinely confused. “Why would I? Doesn’t make you any worse at sex. I also love kids, I have 3 younger siblings. I’d be ecstatic to meet your son.” He pauses. “If we ever get to that stage.”
Jungkook smiles. “Maybe. We just might.”
Jungkook comes back home early the next morning after a quick shower and decline of breakfast (“I wish I could stay but I need to go back to my baby”) at Tae’s. He relieves Mia of her babysitter duties then sneaks to his room to slip on a hickey covering turtleneck. He takes a deep breath. “You’re not a bad dad,” he reminds himself out loud before opening the door to his son’s room. The boy sits up, seeming to have just woken up.
“Appa! You’re home!”
Jungkook slides into Taehyun’s bed. “Hey, Hyun.”
Taehyun presses small kisses all over Jungkook’s face.
“You know baby, I met someone yesterday.” Jungkook begins. Taehyun looks at him, eyes round with curiosity. “His name is Taehyung, isn’t that funny?”
Taehyun smiles. “That’s the coolest name ever!”
Jungkook grins, attacking Taehyun’s sides with tickles. “Because it’s basically your name?”
The boy giggles with glee but lays down on top of his dad. Jungkook murmurs a “careful” as he adjusts the boy to not be resting on top of his bump.
“Soon, you might have more than just a sibling.” Jungkook whispers, cuddling his son. “You might have another dad, too.”
And for once, Jungkook doesn’t feel guilty.