BTS SMUT ONESHOTS

taekook - rock, paper, scissors (shoot)

original: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11625279?view_adult=true
tags: Smut, Fluff, FaceSlapping, Breathplay, Riding, Blowjobs, Top Jeon Jungkook, Bottom Kim Taehyung, Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - College/University
word count: 6296
“i’m bored,” taehyung whines for the umpteenth time, legs jutting out to fall across jeongguk’s lap, dragging the younger man out of his half-sleep. “guk, wake up.”

jeongguk sighs out of partial annoyance, partial exhaustion, and pushes taehyung’s legs off of him.

“what am i supposed to do about your boredom?” he snaps, rubbing at his tired eyes, “watch a movie or something.”

taehyung frowns, flinging his legs back across jeongguk's lap- a sign of rebellion .

jeongguk wants to flick him.

“i invited you over to keep me company,” the older man hisses, arms crossed over his chest, “not to take a nap on my couch.”

“actually,” jeongguk yawns, hands folding over taehyung's legs, “you invited me over to help you study, which we haven't done.”

taehyung rolls his eyes.

“that's because studying is known to suck the life out of people and i don't want to die young, gukkie.”

“so that sob story about you not wanting to fail chem was all an evil plan just to lure me to your apartment?”

“more or less, yeah,” taehyung shrugs, a small smile playing at his lips.

“unbelievable,” jeongguk huffs.

taehyung pouts and pokes jeongguk in the stomach with his foot, murmuring, “oh please , don't act like you don't enjoy my company.”

“you're too loud,” jeongguk sighs, grabbing taehyung's feet before he can aim a kick at his ribs, “you complain too much, your hair is silly, your clothes are atrocious- ”

taehyung's giggling now, knows jeongguk is just picking on him. they've been friends for too long. if jeongguk didn't like him, he would have left ages ago.

“you're one to talk about fashion sense. this thing is hideous, ” taehyung says, leaning forward to tug at the strings of jeongguk's yellow hoodie.

jeongguk slaps his hands away and laughs as he straightens out the hood.

“this is your hoodie. i borrowed it from you last month.”

taehyung is quiet for a moment, eyes narrowed as he studies the offending piece of fabric.

“well,” he grumbles, “it looks good on me. ”

jeongguk aims a gentle punch at his stomach, and taehyung laughs, eyes crinkled at the corner as he grabs jeongguk's hand and holds it there, pressed against his abdomen.

“let's play a game,” he suddenly suggests, but jeongguk doesn't catch the words out right because taehyung is playing with his hand, their fingers occasionally linking together.

butterflies erupt in his stomach and that fucking irritates him because he isn't a kid, and also taehyung's got no right to be so adorable.

“guk?”

“a game, yeah,” jeongguk clears his throat, cheeks heating up as he yanks his hand away, “what kind of game?”

“hm,” taehyung places a hand on his chin, brows furrowed together as he thinks.

jeongguk thinks it's cute when he's so lost in thought, wants nothing more than to delve forward and kiss the little crease between his eyebrows until it smooths out.