Nightmare || K.TH + K.SJ

⤗ Good night ⬼

Here's some smut for all my hoes out there. Beware, this might suck (no pun intended) it's my first full smut scene, so bear? bare? with me here. Also, people are actually starting to read my stories, I am shocked 🥺
Thank you
Enjoy~
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"What did she mean by that?!" Seokjin asks frantically, turning around to see Taehyung locking the door. He interrupts Taehyung many times, doesn't even hear him say his name.

"Baby," Taehyung speaks and Seokjin freezes at that, eyes wide as he looks at the younger. "Just because I didn't let you talk about it at dinner, does not mean I am going to let you talk about it now. Okay?"

A sigh escapes the elder's lips and he nods, defeated. Taehyung tuts.

"That's not fair," Taehyung whines. "Don't pout now, you know I'm weak for that."

He does. He knows it well. The only card he can play when he wants his way. Instead of stopping, Seokjin's frown deepens.

Taehyung scowls, gulping slightly as insecurity washes over him. "Why can't you just focus on me? Just for one night. For once, I am asking you not to worry, to be happy, be with me. Am I doing something wrong?" he asks, walking past Seokjin and into the living room, face seeming defeated.

"W-what?! No, no! You're not doing anything wrong, I'm sorry!" Seokjin scrambles to keep up with him, but Taehyung is quick on his feet, his hands already pulling his tie off.

"Then what is it, Jin?!" Taehyung asks, clearly frustrated as he turns around and Seokjin is too slow to stop himself. They crash together, the balance nearly lost.

Seokjin stutters, "I... it's nothing," he sighs. "I'm just worried. And, I'm sorry that I started off our dinner with other thoughts on my mind."

The younger lets out a hum as he allows his arms to settle around Seokjin's waist, swaying lightly. "It's okay. You can try to make it up to me,"

Seokjin exhales a chuckle, nosing at Taehyung's jawline. "Can I?"

The other can barely mumble out a "yes" before hoisting Seokjin up by his thighs, smiling at the sharp gasp that passes by the elder's lips.

His own lips find the skin of Jin's neck, teeth biting down briefly before his tongue jets out to soothe the bite. He sucks a bruise into the unmarred skin, relishing in the whimpers Seokjin lets out.

He bites the tender skin on the hollow of Seokjin's throat and he moans, the sound heavenly. The way Taehyung nuzzles into the other's neck is innocent, far too innocent for the current situation but Seokjin has no time to question anything before Taehyung's large hand slips upwards to grip his ass. His head falls back, feeling the way the muscle of his ass cheeks is kneaded.

He waits and waits, but Taehyung is still not kissing his lips, not roughly or gently, not at all. A scowl paints over his features and he crashes his lips against Taehyung's and they stumble just the tiniest bit.

Taehyung pulls away and tells him to wait. He struggles a little as he walks them to his room, knocking down a vase and hitting a few furniture pieces along the way.

It's not long before he is dropping Seokjin on his bed, his own shirt well off him; courtesy of none other than the elder male.

His lips find their way back to Seokjin's, and his hands come up to deal with the extra clothing covering him up. They are panting, both glistening with the slight sheen of sweat on their bodies.

"Think you can," Taehyung breaths out weakly. "-turn around for me?"

Seokjin moans in response and flips over onto his stomach. His pants and boxers are swiftly pulled off and thrown on the pile of clothes formed by the bed.