BTS Taekook/Vkook Smutty Oneshots

Come be my teacher

After losing his magic, Taehyung is vulnerable to the world he once thrived in, unable to protect himself against the shadow world and all those in it that want to kill him.
Jungkook insists on training him and teaching him to fight without his magic...but if only they could control themselves around each-other.
Based off of the scene in Shadowhunters were Magnus is trained by Alec in the institute.

"Jungkookie...can't we do this another day?" Taehyung whined, a pout on his lips as he reluctantly followed Jungkook into the institutes training room, the younger boy quiet and relaxed as he walked ahead of the warlock.

"No Taehyung, you almost got hurt last time, I won't let you get hurt twice" He replied, wandering over to the corner of the room to grab two training sticks they usually used when they were children, before turning and walking back to Taehyung. Taehyung was not looking forward to getting owned by his own boyfriend with a piece of wood. He knew he was not going to enjoy this training session. He had eyes, he'd seen the shadowhunter fight and he was not looking forward to being on the receiving end.

"You need to learn to protect yourself...you don't have your magic" Jungkook whispered, lips brushing the shell of his ear as he pressed the wooden stick into Taehyung's hand, their fingers brushing as he did so, the familiar feeling of electricity jolting through him where their fingers touched.

"But I have you..." Taehyung murmured, feeling Jungkook's body heat emanate from him, the air around them electrifying and hot and they hadn't even begun training.

"What about when I'm not able to protect you? What happens to you?" He replied softly, traces of fear flickering in his warm brown eyes, an emotion Taehyung didn't see very often.
Taehyung's hand came up to rest against Jungkook's face, his fingertips tracing over his jawline delicately before Jungkook took his fingers softly in his own, pulling them to his mouth and pressing a chaste kiss against them.

A soft smile found its way to Taehyung's lips. He knew he had to do this, if not for himself, to give Jungkook some kind of peace of mind. He didn't know when- or even if he'd get his magic back but he supposed it'd do him no harm to learn how to do things the mundane way in the meantime, even if he hated doing so.

He sighed before nodding, twirling the wooden stick around in his fingers, testing the weight and feel of the weapon. He was by no means clueless when it came to fighting, he of course picked up a few little things from the 800 years he'd been alive, he was just a little rusty. He'd never had to use this method of fighting in an actual battle before, he'd never needed to when he had magic flowing from his fingertips and without it...he had to admit he felt powerless. Maybe training wouldn't be so bad for him...maybe it really would do him good.

Jungkook nodded before taking a step away from Taehyung, no longer sharing the same air, no longer sharing body heat. Taehyung felt cold without Jungkook standing so close to him, missed the electrifying heat that simmered between them whenever they were close.

Jungkook's face became serious and aloof as he took a few more steps back, weapon raised and feet spread apart. The stance of a warrior, cool and collected, his thoughts and feelings masked by an impenetrable wall of steel. If he were truly on the receiving end of that look...if he were a demon Jungkook had been tasked with slaying, he'd be terrified. As it stood though, he was just aroused, couldn't seem to fight the feelings of lust creeping into his conscience.

Suddenly, the wooden stick in Jungkook's hand was flying towards him, swishing through the air and coming straight for his face. Taehyung let out a yelp of surprise as he only just managed to pull his own weapon up to block the incoming blow, instincts kicking in.
Shock and anger materialised on the warlock's usually gentle face, mouth hanging open in disbelief.
"I-wh-Jungkook! What the hell? I wasn't ready!" He spluttered, arm aching slightly from stopping the harsh blow.