Taekook Oneshots

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baby it's cold outside ❄️

Jungkook POV

The dorm couldn't be more festive in the moment. Jin liked to try his best when it came to decorating, and Namjoon tried his best to get him new decor every year. This year, the theme was woodland, therefore resulting in the windowsills to be draped with dark green tinsel and pine cones. There were fairy lights too, of course, courtesy of Namjoon.

Currently, the dorm was left alone to Taehyung and me, sat cuddling on the sofa, the tv playing some sort of Hallmark Christmas movie, but we weren't really watching.

"Do you smell that?" I asked, sniffing twice, keeping my head on Tae's shoulder. "Smells Christmassy."

"Jin bought a cinnamon diffuser," Tae explained, lazily brushing my hair. "You like?"

"Am I allowed to say no?" I joke, stretching my feet that was sore from Christmas shopping. Taehyung notices, and he reaches over to a small box on the coffee table, pulling out a glass bottle full of massage oil. I hesitated, confused and slightly skeptical about what he was about to do.

Tae hopped off the sofa and knelt down on the floor, beside my feet. He uncapped the bottle, releasing a warm, rich scent that reminded me of the Christmas cake that Yoongi would sometimes buy for Christmas dinner.

"Sit back and relax, sir," He cleared his throat, pouring the golden liquid over his flat fingers, and rubbing his palms together. "I will give you a specially prepared body massage, courtesy of your wonderful boyfriend."

"Okay," I giggle, slowly taking my onesie off, leaving on my underwear in case Taehyung got too carried away with his hands all over me.

I lay on my stomach, resting on the right side of my face so I could keep my eyes on Tae as he massaged me.

His hands found my calves, and worked their way up and down my thighs. I groaned silently, not out of sexual pleasure, but pleasure all together. You couldn't blame me. It just felt really good, you know, to have your boyfriend's hands all over you.

"Don't do my feet!" I called out in a sudden burst of embarrassment. "I haven't showered yet." Taehyung raised an eyebrow at me cockily.

"You don't want me to touch your stinky feet?" He laughs, his mouth squaring. "I-" He falls over laughing. I go red and slap him on the bicep.

"It's not funny!"

"Fine fine!" He surrenders, kissing the back of my knuckles. "I'll finish with your back. Hold still. And stop moaning."

I plant my head face first into the cushion, pressing my lips tightly together as I feel his fingers dance across my waistline, and then he pushes down on a particularly feel-good spot.

I close my eyes and throw my head back.

"Oh yeah, that feels sooo good."

The front door opened with a loud click, and in walked everyone. Yoongi took one look at us, sighed, and retreated to his studio. Jin was behind him, and he snickered, putting his hands on his hips.

"What have you two been up to?" He asks. I sheepishly pull a rug over my half naked body, and avoid eye contact with anyone. Taehyung looks calm, as he cleans his hands with a wet towel.

"T-Tae was just giving me a massage," I explained truthfully. The words came out a little odd and slow, even I had a hard time believing myself.

"Where? Your dick?" Jimin piped up from the back, snorting. I scowled and threw a couch cushion at him. He ducked, and it landed on Namjoon instead.