Vkook/Taekook -- One Shots

Tattoo Part 2 (Smut)

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Jungkook's POV

I furrowed my brows at his words in confusion.

'I might have to strip him off?' I thought hard, repeating that sentence over and over in my mind; totally blurring out the fact that he called me. 'daddy'.

Did he get one on his inner thigh? Does that mean the tattoo artist got to see his milky thighs? If not his thighs, then his back? Or his ...

"Kookie?" I snapped out of my thoughts as he called me.

"Kookie, are you still mad at me?" Taehyung's shoulders dropped, and sadness clouded over his pretty features, "I'm sorry..."

"No, no, you have nothing to be apologetic about. I was just lost in thought." I said, and he rested his head on my chest.

"Then, give me a reaction... you being all silent, aren't helping me at all." He mumbled cutely, and I couldn't help but coo at him again.

"Welll..." I dragged on the word as I placed my hands on his hips, slowly going under his oversized hoodie and caressed his bare skin; earning an inaudible moan from him.

"Strip for daddy then."

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"Jungk... mhmm...!" I attacked his lips as I pushed him rather forcefully on his back; leaving me hovering on top of him with my legs on both of his sides. I stripped his hoodie and threw it out of the way as we reattached our lips hungrily.

I could feel him smacking weakly against my shoulder and I whined, breaking our kiss and putting an inch distance between our faces.

During this moment, many thoughts have run through my head. I thought of how lucky I am to have met the love of my life. I thought of how grateful I am for having him by my side. How he's willing to tolerate my flaws and stay with me after all this while.

I unconsciously smiled at him and he did too.

Without saying anything and staring only deep into each other's gaze, I gradually closed in and placed my lips on his soft ones.

I could smell the familiar strawberry fragrance off of him as we moved our lips in synchronisation. His tongue was in my mouth and both our tongues were tossing and turning; eventually leading into a steamy make-out session. We broke away after a minute, leaving a strand of saliva connecting from the tip of our tongue.

"I love you." I mouthed.

"I love you too, silly." He mouthed back and pulled me in for another kiss; tugging my dress shirt out of the way.

"Strip please?" He asked almost innocently in between of our kiss and I chuckled at his words.

"Sure, baby boy~"