Taekook Oneshots

{M} If His Business Flops, Taehyung Has A Bright Future In Pornography.

Oneshot.11: If His Business Flops, Taehyung Has A Bright Future In Pornography.

Warning: nsfw?concept. Dirty talking. You know the rest.

Playlist :  Okay, now open up your music source and play these songs on loop. Trust me, it is worth it. If that kinda music is not your type, okay I understand.

1. Swim Chase Atlantic
2. Church Chase Atlantic
3. Her Chase Atlantic (optional)

Words: 3000

It was mid afternoon on a Saturday morning. Jungkook and his boyfriend, Kim Taehyung had slept in late, all cuddled up and being cute.

A naked Jungkook whimpered from the cold wind and curled up into a ball, burying himself further into his dom's bare chest, slightly slipping into the Sub space.

The boys laid there, chilling. Escaping from reality and drowning in the other's presence.

Taehyung's phone rang, causing the younger to whine out a complain.

"A little needy today, aren't we?" Taehyung teased.

Jungkook reluctantly let go of his lover. He pouted and turned his back to Taehyung, pulling the covers over his head.

He heard Taehyung's tired sigh. Neither of them wanted to let go. They just wanted eachother. But you can't always expect things to go your way.

Jungkook felt his side of the bed dip in further, as Taehyung got up to get the phone from the nightstand on the other side of their bedroom.

He rolled over in the bed to lie on top of the warmth Taehyung left behind, as he drifted into sleep, listening to the retreating footsteps of his lover.

"Hello." Taehyung's voice dropped down to a whisper, as he caught sight of his baby sleeping peacefully.

He leaned against the still of the window and waited for the perosn on the other side to speak.

"Mr. Kim?" Panic was clear in his assistant's voice. If he could guess, he would say she was physically shaking right now.

Somebody had messed up and now they are expecting him to fix it.

He ran a frustrated hand over sweaty hair. The unruly blue locks barely staying out of his face.

"I'll be there in twenty minutes. Don't screw up any further." He snapped and hung up on her without waiting for a reply.

Fuck.

He wanted nothing more than to get on the bed and hold his baby in his arms and never let go. He had been gone for like, three months on a business trip and only returned last night.

An eventful night.

He smiled unconsciously, thinking back to the previous night. His baby under him. Eyes closed in pleasure. Too worked up to a point, where he cannot say anything besides his name and curse.

He pocketed the phone into his jeans and gently traced his hand along the scratches his baby left him with.

Being a CEO is hard. Especially if the outcome is multi billion. He cannot fathom how people like him have time for family at all. As if devoting three months time for the company was not enough, he is called back again. On a Saturday too.

As much as he wants to say, 'fuck it' and forget it. He cannot. Business is his passion. He won't let anything interfere with his work life.

But if the work life decides to fuck with his personal life, he had to do something about it.