𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐓𝐊

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Later that evening, Taehyung manages to work in the kitchen just by sheer determination to help Jeongguk who was in no condition to stand for long and cook something. They end up switching places, Taehyung does the cutting and mixing while Jeongguk guides him through it while sitting on the dining table.

The food isn't bad. It could've been better, Taehyung complains, not satisfied with his help. But Jeongguk insists that it is more than good and gladly munches down everything. Seeing him eat like that does ease Taehyung's heart. They don't talk much during the dinner but Taehyung shares small details of his favorite foods he used to love back at home.

"You want a strawberry pie? Why didn't you tell me?" Jeongguk frowns, stopping mid bite to look at him.

"Jeongguk, I was an unpaid guest at your house. And you were already too generous, why would I request you to make me desserts?" Taehyung rolls his eyes but a smile plays on his lips.

"You are not a fucking unpaid guest." The Alpha pointedly says. Not liking if Taehyung still thinks that way.

"I know," Taehyung winks at him, "I pay you by warming your bed, no?" He giggles, seeing Jeongguk shake his head in disappointment, "Which actually reminds me, are you feeling good? Do you need, perhaps, a bath? Or a walk in fresh air?"

They have been glued to each other the whole day. More often than not with Jeongguk's dick connecting them. And Taehyung has been meaning to ask him if he needs anything else.

But when they finish food and Taehyung takes the duty to do the dishes, it doesn't take long before Jeongguk presses himself at his back and starts leaving kisses at his nape. The kisses become more fierce every passing minute. And then Taehyung finds himself bent over the very dining table they were just sitting, now with the Alpha's cock pushing mercilessly in and out of him.

Taehyung doesn't think he has the energy to talk back or move much, so he gladly lets Jeongguk do all the work. His feet lift up the floor at one point, chest pressed hard against the wood. His fingers grip at the edge of the table to ground himself, mouth open with soft cries.

Just as he feels himself getting close to come, a loud, very unexpected knock at their door startles them.

Taehyung's head whips in the direction, eyes wide in panic. "Who's that, ah, Jeongguk–" his breath gets knocked out, words breaking off as the Alpha keeps pounding into him with not a single care in the world. "Jeongguk, fuck!" The Alpha doesn't let him speak.

When Taehyung tries to wriggle free, too scared to know who is at their door, Jeongguk presses a hand at his nape while caging his hands behind his back in a vice grip and pins him down, completely helpless.

"That's Yoongi. He can fucking wait," he growls near Taehyung's ear. The Omega doesn't have time to dwell on who Yoongi is. Jeongguk picks up the pace, making him forget everything else but the hot, blinding pleasure he gets from the cock.