Taekook oneshots

so sweet [slightly M]

The first time Jungkook saw Taehyung pop that candy in his mouth, he pondered upon how the candy must taste.

Orange. Sour. Fruity.

The second time he saw Taehyung suckling on it—lips enclosed around the candy as it peeked out between his teeth— Jungkook wondered how it might taste from taehyung's mouth.

Sinful. Inviting and still very fucking fruity.

The third time, though, he took it as a sign from the universe itself: time to get a taste.

In bright, neon pink letters, begging for him to give in.

After all, third time's the charm, right?

So he did what any horny college student would consider the most logical (read: 'id satisfying') idea of all.

He gathered every bit of his courage and walked towards Taehyung with a confidence only a fool could exude— shoulders relaxed in assurance of acquiescence and the curve of his lip so wicked it made the cafeteria look like a makeout spot.

He blatantly ignored the rest of Taehyung's friends on their shared table, pulled out a chair and sat down— thighs spread wide, one hand resting leisurely on it. The tattooed fingers of his other hand tapped lightly on the table, while his tongue toyed with the ring pierced on the corner of his bottom lip.

He raised a brow—"You mind giving me a taste?"

Taehyung, who had been quietly watching the boy in front of him, from his stare to his walk, relaxed a little. A smirk of his own mimicking the one curved on Jungkook's mouth.

He leaned back in his chair, twirled the sweet little candy in his mouth with his tongue and placed a hand on the table.

"Lacking manners these days, aren't we?"

A chuckle pushed past Jungkook's throat. Intrigued, he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table, face finding home in his palms.

"If I beg," he said, eyes dark and glowing with mischief, "will you let me have a taste, sweetheart?"

Taehyung smiled, tiltling his head—"We'll just have to see how good you can be, right, pretty boy?"

Jungkook's not-so-innocent gaze dropped to Taehyung's lips, dark eyes drinking in the way his tongue poked out of his mouth, swiped across his bottom lip before his his teeth dug into it.

Slow. Measured. Intentional.

Taehyung tapped the side of his jeans, slender fingers finding the wrapped orange sweet in the depths of his left pocket before he pulled it out, holding it between his index and middle fingers.

He raised his eyebrow, "Works?"

"For now," Jungkook chuckled, his words implying whatever promise he was making. Mirth shone in his eyes as his hand reached for the candy in Taehyung's, purposely dragging the touch for longer, thumb brushing Taehyung's palm, relishing the way it made him shiver a little.

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ungkook moaned into Taehyung's mouth, his back shoved harshly against the wall of the Janitor's closet as Taehyung tongued at his lip ring.

Sucking and biting and making Jungkook feel.

The pungent smell of the cleaning chemicals barely registered. All Jungook could breathe was the sugary scent of Taehyung's candy— his mouth— and all the sweet boy was focused on was the hard ridges of Jungkook's body.

"Oh, fuck," Jungkook panted, lips barely parting before crashing back into Taehyung’s. They moved in a sync so perfect it could put Olympic figure skating duos to shame.

Taehyung pushed apart Jungkook's knees, thigh coming to rest in between them. His mouth slanted over Jungkook's, prying it apart and letting the barely remaining candy slide from his tongue onto Jungkook's.

"Aren't you a sweet little thing, Jeon?" Taehyung murmured. His hands roamed to find purchase on Jungkook's slim waist while his lips busied them on his throat.

Jungkook groaned, hips pushing down against Taehyung's meaty thigh, chasing the friction, and letting out a sign of relief from the  and the way Taehyung's lips trailed fire across his neck.

A whimper escaped him as his mouth parted in a soft 'o', chest pushing out to rub against the other's. One hand leaving Taehyung's shoulder to glide into the roots of his black hair, tugging, pulling, grounding and most importantly, needing.

Jungkook had never felt a need so strong. The way Taehyung's hands roamed across his body, starting from his hips to his abs and upwards, palms brushing against his nipples and eliciting a gentle moan from Jungkook.

"Y-you're crazy," Jungkook felt himself get reduced to a mess of a man who could barely manage to get a word out of his mouth without stumbling.

He had never sounded so wrecked and shaky.

But really, could you blame him?

The constant grinding. The assault of his mouth on his, his neck, his Adam's apple, his fucking collarbone. Taehyung's teasing fingers.

No, Jungook wasn't stupid. He was pushed into stupidity by a sex God.

"Am I, now?," Taehyung felt himself smiling against the younger's neck, feeling Jungkook grind harder against him, "won't you do this crazy man a favour, Jungkook, and be good, hm?"

A full chuckle made its way out of Taehyung's mouth at the way Jungkook whined, a soft beg releasing to ask for a kiss.

Taehyung complied, finding himself helping Jungkook grind harder into him as he felt his own release nearing in his pants.

"I'm s'close, s-so fucking close, please,"
Jungkook begged and begged and Taehyung, considering the nice guy that he was, mumbled filthy nothings into his ear, pushing him over the edge.

"That's right, sweetheart, come for me, make a mess." Taehyung cooed, watching Jungkook unravel— head thrown back, eyes pinched shut, cheeks flushed and mouth open in something close to a prayer— and he became sure this was a sight he could come to.

But Jungkook, ever the gentleman, blew Taehyung right there until the boy was left with a mush of a brain.

Why wouldn't he? It was a thank you for satiating his curiosity about the taste of the candy.

And boy, was he right.

Sinful.

Inviting.

And very fucking fruity.

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