MONSTER | VKOOK

┌FOURTEEN┐

Being awaken up to Taehyung's voice was the best way to wake up for Jungkook, even though sometimes Taehyung didn't actually intend to wake up him actually.

Resplendence of the sun had kissed against Jungkook's bare body, making him glow. Naked body tugged under the heavy duvet and the room reeked of heavy alcohol and smoke.

Jungkook slowly opened his eyes, head panging and body aching by the numerous rounds they had back in front of everyone, before deciding to barge into the rooms located upstairs and one more passionate round of Taehyung gently rocking their bodies together, slow and deep because his baby was tired enough over the rounds they had earlier.

And then fell asleep in each other's arms. What time was it now, Jungkook couldn't tell, far too lost from the reality once he attempted to sit down, needles of pain surging within his entire lower bottom, including his legs and Jungkook blushed, tugging the white blanket till his nose.

He watched across the room, already aware by now Taehyung wasn't beside him, somewhat, his ears were now burning red, catching the sight of Taehyung sitting before the only window found in the room, a stick of cigarette pressed against his lips.

"Good morning, baby," Taehyung rasped out—voice thick and deep, his cellphone pressed against his ear with his other hand, and smoke seeped out between his lips while he pronounced the words out. 

"Slept well?" Taehyung hung the call while placing the cellphone on the table behind and one another inhale the cigarette before nudging the remained stick against the surface of the ashtray and stood up.

"T-Taehyungie-" Jungkook whimpered, still into his subspace, and watched his boyfriend approaching closer, looking amused and intrigued.

Jungkook answered through actions rather. How many people saw them having sex? Jungkook couldn't even imagine how he made everyone listen and watch how filthy he sounded and how dirty he looked while having a cock down his throat and let Taehyung hit it, fuck his brains out for almost the whole night.

Not to mention, Jungkook began crying like a pussy while he tried to ride Taehyung again for being overwhelmed, having the older's member in him, swallowed by his hole, and hit all the right spots, making Jungkook burst into tears because of how good it felt and how he was pleasuring both him and the boy beneath him, Taehyung.

"What's wrong? You don't seem all right." Taehyung stood up and made his way towards the bed. Jungkook's eyes were but him, Taehyung arched his eyebrows confused, halting before the bed. Jungkook continued to blush and Taehyung couldn't help, but smirk when he got an idea of what might be the situation right now. "You did good, last night. And I'm proud of you."

"Meanie- you called me a whore last night." Jungkook let out a whine of embarrassment, giving Taehyung a small glare and then frazzled, upon seeing the black-haired boy only in black pants, his cock was outlined underneath it, without any boxers- wait, wasn't Taehyung a wearing skirt last night?

Jungkook blinked, looking across the room, and saw some new clothes scattered across the edge of the bed.

"Our clothes got dirty last night, so I tried to arrange something new," Taehyung replied, answering Jungkook's question and crawled up to the bed.

Jungkook clenched his fist against the bedsheet, doe-eyes grew wide and he felt like his breaths hitched when Taehyung brought his face closer to Jungkook's neck that was filled with his marks and bruises. "Especially yours at the way I painted all of your body white last night with my dirty load."