Taekook Smuts and Drabbles

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DOM- TAEHYUNG

Music blares from the speakers overhead, scattered throughout the massive interior of the nightclub. One particularly large speaker is positioned to his left near the bar counter Taehyung's currently positioned against, elbows pressed onto the sleek edge of the surface. Every once and a while he feels the need to press and prod at his ear, making certain it was functioning properly, eyes squinting as the bass incrementally increases until he can feel it reverberate through his chest.

Beside him Jimin in talking in hushed whispers about the peculiar gifts he had spotted on the table leading into the club, murmuring something along the lines of 'weird' and 'phallic-shaped.' His eyes, bright and blue thanks to the contacts he had adorned, are wide and filled with amusement as he continues to chatter on: "I swear, like—The dildo was this fucking big," he measures, rather inaccurately at that, the size of the present with his hands.

"Baek'll probably like it," casually remarks Taehyung as his gaze sifts as inconspicuously as possible through the crowd until finally he pinpoints Jungkook's location; he's currently laughing it up with Hoseok, who has a drink clutched in his right hand, broad grin omnipresent on his mouth. "Who doesn't like a dick up the ass every once in a while?"

Jimin opens his mouth to retort, head canting imploringly to the side, before raising his brows and shifting toward the barista to order a drink. "I can't believe you just said that with all these people here."

The brunet shrugs a halfhearted shoulder and allows his gaze to remain focused on Jungkook's form. His raven locks are tousled ever-so-slightly from the dancing he had participated in earlier on during the night, his white t-shirt clinging to his perspired chest, his fingers picking at the material to loosen it frequently. Unconsciously the brunet slides his tongue along his bottom lip, entranced by the visible indentations his abdomen makes against the thin fabric; he was suddenly grateful for the obnoxiously bright lights scattered about, seeming to perfectly highlight the raven.

Apparently Jimin is talking once more, this time murmuring on about how Yoongi hadn't fulfilled his side of a deal. Not that he had heard the extent of what that deal entailed, though he could only assume that it was something peculiar that involved Yoongi and the mountain of dishes he had created at the dorm. Something along the lines of cooking random dishes in a poor attempt of convincing Jimin he could be romantic.

An obvious fail, mused Taehyung, who brings a hand to shield his mouth. Snickers emanate from his lips nonetheless but fall upon deaf ears as Jimin sips precariously at the blue-colored drink he had ordered. "It's Baekhyun's birthday and I haven't even seen him yet. Where do you think he's at anyway?"

"You know how he is." Jimin scoffs that he couldn't relate. "He probably got caught on what outfit looked best and then—..." He pauses for what seems like a lifetime, hands clenching into fists. "I'm going to kill him."

He leaves abruptly and abandons a thoroughly perplexed Jimin at the counter. Not that he's left alone, of course, Yoongi had taken it as an open opportunity to swoop in after him. The brunet is murmuring apologies to the barrage of people crowding his way, gently pushing through until he reaches Jungkook, who had been staring at him across the distance and dancing seductively close to an oblivious Hoseok; Hoseok who was more than a little tipsy, all things considered, probably why he had conveniently forgotten the cardinal rule of not getting handsy with his boyfriend.

Jungkook is fully aware of his approach, however, and disentangles from Hoseok to drown deeper into the mass of gyrating bodies. It's difficult for Taehyung to keep up with the back of his head with the way he meanders about, shoving against shoulders and glancing back periodically, checking that he had the brunet trailing behind him. By the time he seizes movement, he's smugly grinning and a few hundred feet from the bathrooms.