Taekook Oneshots

{M} The Famous CEO Is A Manhoe.

SMUT WARNING. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, INNOCENT READERS, PLEASE DON'T REPORT THE BOOK. 👬🍌👅🍗🍆.

There is also a little sexual harassment, nothing serious though. There will be rescue before things can escalate.

The following chapter, contains 85% fluff, 15% smut and 100% taekook. The smut is vanilla, I still need time and request to make things a little heated up.

Prequel to. Mr. CEO Is On His Man Periods. (Exclusive Episode Of 'Frying Hobi's Ass.')

Oneshot.11: The Famous CEO Is A Manhoe.

Words: 9400

He is locked up in our room. Again. This is the fourth time this week. This past week, every day, he would come home from work and he would rush into our room and lock it. He will not open up until I knocked on the door a good few hours later.

Even after opening it, he would refuse to make eye contact, and he would go straight to bed, without much conversation. Without even telling me where he was. Usually when I go lay down next to him, the smell of his toothpaste, hair gel and body spray, will be too strong.

The frequency of his suspicious behaviour had me thinking, 'Is he cheating on me?' I know, we were forced into this marriage. I know, he doesn't love me like I love him. I know, we both wanted to kill our parents. I know he has a lot in his bag.

The least he could do for me is, be faithful. If he wants to lick another dick or a pussy, I won't say no. I myself will send him off with condoms and lube. But only if he had the thought of being truthful to me and this pathetic marriage.

It is too late now. But then again, he must be late because he has too much work in the office, and I am just being my over dramatic storyteller, self. That is a poor self consolation, right? The papers and magazines address him as a manwhore. He is a player, and players never change. Players will be players forever. Nothing can tie them down.

"Taehyung," I knocked on our room door. I heard a lot of shuffling inside the room. Are you hiding your condoms? Few suspicious minutes later, He finally opened the door. He was dressed in his usual, Gucci pajamas.

We just stood at the doorway, looking everywhere but each other. Enough is enough. I have to tell him anyway, I need to get my shit together, "My mother called. Your parents and mine, want to see you and I next week."

"You go alone, I can't make it. I have work next week." He simply said, turning his back on me.

"Next week on a Sunday." I muttered loud enough for him to hear me. Taehyung pretended to not hear me. He got on the bed and pulled the duvet over his head. I sighed, knowing this is not gonna get any better. I exited the room closing it. I then made my way to the library, in the basement. I have a paper tomorrow and I need to be completely prepared. I need to get perfect grades.

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Next day, I woke up to Unfiltered sunlight falling harsh on my face. I opened my eyes, squinting a little to adjust to the sudden invasion of light. I wonder how the protagonist girls, in clasic romance novels, make, Mornings bearable, let alone beautiful. I am better off living in the darkness. Kick boxing the Vampire King's ass.

A sharp knock was heard on the bedroom door. "Huh?" I questioned, still trying to process basic informations like, my name, location and why the fuck I am lying on Taehyung and I's shared bed, when I clearly remember, falling asleep in the library, with my face stuffed in between my fatass economics textbook.

"Good, you're awake. Freshen up and come down quick, breakfast is turning cold." His face disappeared just as quickly as it appeared. If he did not make me my favourite waffle, I am purposefully fainting today in Uni, and I will blame it on his pancakes loving ass.