Stylist Noona

Stylist Noona Pt 41.5 (That Night in Croatia)

Thats right babes, its finally here.

The highly requested Tae-Kook smut from after the fight in Croatia in pt 41. And although its not the finale chapter, (pt 100 was) this is the last time i will upload a full chapter for this book. i will likely still be making edits on all of the chapters as i find typos and stuff.

Thank you for being on this wild ride with me. I truly appreciate you all.

Okay on to the juicy stuff

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Everyone pushes back from the small table, with a few shared yawned goodnights and they make their way to respective beds.

Taehyung trails behind Jungkook rather sheepishly, still feeling guilty about accepting the drink at the bar.

Once inside their room at the top of the house, Taehyung shuts the door, locking it to prevent any further unwanted intrusions. Tae leans against the door, watching timidly as Jungkook goes about his nightly routine, getting ready for bed.

Jungkook throws off his shirt and starts unzipping his jeans, when something about Taehyung catches his eye.

"You okay?" Jungkook asks, padding over to the door, his boxers sticking out of his half done jeans.

Taehyung's mouth waters as he watches the younger man's torso as he walks. Even as he feels guilty, a creep of lust starts to crawl over him live vineing ivy.

"I just still feel bad about accepting the drink...and the number... y-you know I love you right?" Tae looks up into Jungkook's eyes, hardly able to tear his gaze away from the half naked torso.

"Babe," Jungkook hums, his voice full of empathy. "I know you do, you don't have to feel bad, you didn't do anything wrong." Jungkook brings a hand up to Taehyung's cheek, cupping it sweetly. "If anything I'm the one who should keep apologizing. You are your own human. I can't tell you what to do."

Taehyung gives a flash of a smile, and his eyes fall back down, studying the lines and ridges of the man in front of him, and a need settles inside of him.

"What if- what if I want you to.." He asks, licking his lips and tucking the lower lip in between his teeth, before meeting Jungkook's eyes again.

"What?" Jungkook raises an eyebrow curiously.

"What if I want you to tell me what to do?" Tae repeats himself, pulling a shade of seductiveness into his voice. He reaches out, dragging a hand down Jungkook's neck to his chest, making a breath catch in Jungkook's throat.

"You want me to tell you what to do huh?" Jungkook ticks his head to the side, tonguing his cheek. The hand on Taehyung's cheek brushes back through his curly hair, cupping the back of his head.

Jungkook steps closer and the hand tightens in Taehyung's hair. "Now, I like the sound of that. Are you sure?"

Taehyung whines as the hand tightens, tugging at his hair roughly. He nods against the hand and shrinks into himself, timidly, overwhelmed by the sudden darkness in Jungkook's eyes.

"Mm, then I'm going to tell you what to do." The dominant man says, licking his lips languidly. "Get on your knees."

Jungkook's hand stays deeply tangled in the curly hair between his fingers as Taehyung drops to his knees with surprising speed.

Tae looks up at Jungkook from his compromising position dangerously close to the growing bulge in the front of his partner's pants.

"Well? Take them off." Jungkook says impatiently, flicking the open flap of his jeans. "You're gonna suck my cock and then you're gonna ride me. How does that sound, puppy?"