𝚋𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚜 || [𝙱𝚡𝙱]

[•Pink Silk•]

Ship; Taekook

Dom // Jungkook
Sub // Taehyung

(Unedited and gross)
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Taehyung proudly walked towards him and Jungkook’s bedroom with a certain, surprise. His bare feet traveled across the hardwood floor, feeling himself shake at the cold temperature. He shivered and tightened the pink silk blanket around his shoulders. He moved himself to the stairs and walked up them, and cursed at Jungkook’s floors. They were fucking cold.
   
He kept walking, sassily smiling to himself as e heard Jungkook’s television. Jungkook had been in his room all day, sleeping, and he had only woken up recently. The pink silk flowed behind him as he continued towards the room, coming to a halt as he stepped in front of the door. He heard a faint sigh and a huff of breath.
   
He twisted the door knob and opened the door. Jungkook looked up as he came in and gave a sort of smile, muting the TV. Tae smiled back, cockily. Jungkook took in the image, the blanket following him and the mischievous grin on his face.
   
“Are you cold?”
   
Taehyung shrugged and walked to the bed stepping over the foot and sitting down. The blanket slipped down as he did, revealing some of his thigh. Jungkook blushed and looked at it, then moved his eyes up to Taehyung’s.
   
“Are you only wearing underwear?”
   
Taehyung smiled and licked his lips.
   
“Nope…” he trailed, popping the ‘p’.
   
Jungkook cracked at the sound of his deep voice flowing off his tongue. He closed his mouth and gulped, slanting his eyes. He was catching on now.
   
“Wait, then what are you…”
   
He stared down at him, the silhouette of his figure could be seen through the silk. He was completely naked under it. A smile fell upon Jungkook’s face and he looked back up.

“Unmute the TV.”
   
Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows.
   
“Why?”
   
“Weren’t you watching it?”
   
“Yeah bu-”
   
Taehyung grabbed the remote himself and pressed the button throwing it back down and facing it. Jungkook sat up and laid himself against the headboard, staring at the beautiful bundle in front of him.
   
“What are you playing at?”
   
Taehyung smiled to himself and shrugged.
   
“I don’t know what you're talking about.”
   
He turned away from him and looked back at the TV. Jungkook stared at the smile he could see flickering, then sighed and rolled his eyes. This man.
   
Taehyung moved so that his back was to Jungkook, then slid forward, his palms to the bed. He slid down to lay on his stomach, his ass perking up. His feet lay at Jungkook’s sides. Jungkook huffed.
   
“You're being a little tease, aren’t you?”
   
Taehyung didn’t answer, just smiled and continued watching the screen. Jungkook moved a hand to Taehyung’s leg, to which he responded by yanking his foot away.
   
“No touching.”
   
Jungkook groaned.
   
“Why can’t I touch my angel?”
   
Taehyung put his legs back and Jungkook rested his hand in his lap.
   
“You can touch me when I give you my permission.”
   
“Since when-”
   
“I’m watching this,” he shushed and turned back to the TV.
   
Jungkook hummed as he moved his eyes to Tae’s body. His curves were perfectly framed by the blanket, and he could see his shoulder poking out of the top.
   
“You should take this blanket off.” Jungkook sighed, laying his hand over his crotch.
   
“I’m cold.”
   
Jungkook sighed for the third time, rolling his eyes for the second. Taehyung just smiled a little wider.
   
“I’ll turn the heat up then.”
   
Taehyung giggled as Jungkook got up and walked to the thermostat, turning it up from 50 to 70. Taehyung smiled at him as he walked back, returning to the place he had been before.
   
They sat there for a while, and Taehyung was internally screaming the whole time. He had really wished to last just a little longer than this, but he was aching to take this blanket off. His tan skin was coated with sweat even with this thin blanket. He sat up on his elbows and let the fabric slip off his shoulders, hearing a hum come immediately from behind him. He tried to stay still again, but he was still sweating. God how much he ‘hated’ Jeon Jungkook.
   
He decided to tease back.
   
He moved his foot back, slowly trailing it down Jungkook’s lower calf. Jungkook’s lips were parted, staring seductively down at the skin against his pants. The leg moved to his thigh, then to the inner part of it. Close enough.
   
He pressed his foot down into the dip between Jungkook’s inner thigh and his bulge. He moved it to the prize and laid it there, Jungkook’s sigh filling his ears. He pressed down and fully accepted the moan that left Jungkook’s lips.
   
He kept moving his foot, slowly and teasingly. Whimpers and moans left Jungkook’s mouth, and Taehyung smiled before turning the TV completely off. He felt a hand on his calf and he yanked it away again.
   
“I said no touching.”
   
Jungkook groaned and glared, his forehead was coated with a light layer of sweat.
           
Taehyung turned around, sitting at Jungkook’s outstretched feet. The blanket slipped off of his chest, uncovering all the skin above his hips.
   
Jungkook smiled bashfully and blushed, moving his eyes to the tanned skin. He was effortlessly beautiful. The said boy crawled closer, pressing a palm to Jungkook’s eyes when he got close enough. The silk blanket slipped to his feet and he moved himself to Jungkook’s lap.
   
Both took in a sharp breath, Tae gripping one of Jungkook’s shoulders and pressing himself down onto Jungkook’s clothed hard. He smiled when he did, immediately starting to move himself back and forth. He could feel Jungkook’s smile below his hand, which was slowly slipped off to unseath his eyes. He was met with a smile, and then he faced down. Taehyung followed looked down too. Jungkook’s hands were at his sides, following orders.
   
“Can I touch you now?”
   
Taehyung smiled and looked up.
   
“That’s not how you ask.”
   
“Please princess?”
   
Taehyung sighed, and moved his hands to splay across his chest.
   
“Where do you wanna touch me?”
   
Jungkook slowly moved his finger to hover above Taehyung’s lower lip.
   
“Everywhere.”
   
“Be specific, Daddy.”
   
Jungkook groaned and sighed out, pressing his finger tip to barely touch the chapped skin in Tae’s lip.
   
“I think I’ll just show you~”
   
Tae yelped as he was thrown against the bed, every part of his body laid out for Jungkook’s eyes. Jungkook’s hands were gripping his waist now. He kept his fingers pressed lightly against those curves. Then he moved them and Taehyung gasped lowly.
   
They left a fiery touch on his skin, painting stripes down his hips. Jungkook flipped his hands over, dragging the tips of his fingernails up Taehyung’s chest. Tae had his arms bent above his head, now closing his eyes.