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Taehyung hummed a light, fluttery tone as Jungkook's large hands slid down his glorious curves and gripped his waist. Jungkook shoved his knee between the smaller's legs. Taehyung whimpered against Jungkook's posh lips, once at the friction between his legs, then a high mumbled shriek when Jungkook pressed his tongue into Taehyung's mouth. Jungkook explored every inch of the warm cavern, as his hands went from the small waist down to Taehyung's plump ass, squeezing it tightly as while he lifted Taehyung, allowing the long slender legs wrap around his own waist.
Jungkook shuffled his way to the metal counter covered in flour, but he couldn't care less. He then laid Taehyung down, who didn't even think of the flour when it blew up in white puffy clouds around the erotic pair.
Jungkook's fingers danced their way down Taehyung's tummy and latched onto the velvet waistband of the boy's soft, provocative shorts. He looked at Taehyung for permission, tightening his fingers around the fabric and inching it down, not far far enough to show his parts, but just enough to showcase his defined v-line. It made Jungkook groan just at the sight. He teased Taehyung with his fingers, not tugging the shorts down all the way, stopping half way through and making eye contact. Taehyung whined and bucked his hips up.
"Hurry before I fuck myself with this rolling pin." Taehyung whimpered, gripping the wooden rolling pin with his clammy hands.
A sudden sound reverberated within the kitchen, causing the two boys to look towards a shocked Baekhyun. Taehyung kicked Jungkook onto the floor and slid himself off the counter.
"It's not what it looks like!" He says, breathing in the flour in the air, waving his hands around frantically.
Baekhyun stepped back and crossed his arms, eyes switching between the apologetic boy in front and the disturbed man on the floor.
"So you mean to tell me..." Baekyun raced over to Taehyung, pulling his curly coffee locks and tugging him out the door, all while screaming; "He was going to fuck you on my counter!!?!?! White lies! You lying, sinner."
Jungkook safely passed the two without being caught. Or so he thought.
Baekhyun swatted at Jungkook's chest with a piercing S L A P. "You horny piece of shit, fuck him literally anywhere else but my kitchen!" He pushed the pair out of the casino doors. "Now go make babies in the car!"
Taehyung tripped over his shoe and went flying in the air, a dog-whistle screech emitted from his mouth as he prepared for the concrete below to kill him. But he landed in the strong arms of the one and only, Jungkook. (so cliche)
Taehyung looked wide eyed at his saviour, his focus slowly drifted down to Jungkook's lips. He gathered the strength to reach up and press their lips together, to which Jungkook immediately responded with a deep, manly groan.
The kiss was short and sweet before Jungkook was forced to pull away and cross the road to the parking lot where his sports car resided. He carried Taehyung bridal style with confidence, spitting evil glares at the staring pedestrians. Once they reached the car, Jungkook plopped Taehyung down into the passenger seat, reaching over his chest to buckle the brunette in. On his way to buckle it, he purposely palmed Taehyung through his shorts, sending the highest, most angelic moan of the century. Taehyung bucked his hips again. He thought the sexual tension was gone when Baekhyun caught them red-handed. But nope.
His cheeks blossomed into bouquets of roses, as he gnawed on his exquisite lips, watching Jungkook walked around the hood of the car and hop into the drivers seat. He observed Jungkook's fingers and the way they gripped the steering wheel leather the same as he gripped Taehyung's small waist.
Taehyung shivered. He was a black sea of emotions. He's confused.
Why do I feel this way when I'm around him when I barely know him?
But the first time Taehyung had a genuine conversation with the older, he felt as if he had known Jungkook his entire life, yet he's known him for only a week ir so. Their connection was different than his and his friends.
There was a spark. They both felt it. And the spark is soaring through their insides as they stare into each other's soul.
Taehyung caught himself gazing at Jungkook's bulge through his black leather pants.
Taehyung gulped audibly and switched his eyes to the silver button on the top of the jeans. The car almost fogged up with the tension in the car. Jungkook was well aware of Taehyung's naughty intentions. He wanted oh so bad to unzip those leather pants and explore the lands below. But he stopped himself.
Kind of.
His hand slowly inched towards Jungkook's muscular thigh as they sped off into the now dark atmosphere. He finally felt the cold contrast of the leather fabric, placing his entire palm onto Jungkook's throat-closing bulge.
Jungkook let out a gritty groan and threw his head back.
Taehyung felt Jungkook's member twitch under his touch. He had an impatient bubble emerging from his insides that exploded, Taehyung looked at Jungkook for consent. But it didn't take any words to get an answer, it was only a glare. A dominating glare that sent Taehyung into the depths of submission.
He unzipped the leather pants and rubbed circles along Jungkook's unsurprisingly large member.
The raven haired breathed fire at the delicate graze of Taehyung's sinning fingertips.
Taehyung took one last look at Jungkook's disturbingly hot face: raven hair covering his eyes slightly, beads of sweat decorated his 90° jawline, his lips pouted out as he panted.
Taehyung pulled Jungkook's godly member out from his boxers and felt his abdomen twitch. How was he gonna take this? It's a fucking baseball bat. He licked his lips and he immediately wrapped his mouth around the juicy tip.
Jungkook threw his head back against the head restraints as the warmth sent waves of electricity through his body.
Taehyung swirled his tongue into the slit before shoving the member fully down his throat in one go. He gagged when he reached the end, but deep in his guts, he enjoyed it.
Jungkook groaned again and gripped Taehyung's hair, slamming his dick down the boy's throat.
Taehyung let out a mumbled moan he let Jungkook fuck his mouth.
It was the weirdest of sensations. He did it all to pleasure Jungkook. He wanted to make Jungkook moan and groan. He needed to make Jungkook explode in pleasure. He needs Jungkook.
Taehyung bobbed his head up and down on his own, Jungkook has returned his hands to the wheel.
Jungkook felt the familiar bubble rise in his stomach, locking eyes with Taehyung as he shot constellations down the brunettes hot throat.
He let a system of shivers take over. The air was hot.
Taehyung pulled off with a satisfying pop and wiped his mouth before sitting back in his seat.
"You did so good, sugar." Jungkook breathed heavily from the exhilaration.
Taehyung blushed and turned to face the window.
What an awkward ride home.
HAIII, author finally decided to update. And omg I suck at writing smut. So I'm sorry that its terrible.
