My Little Assistant [kv]❤💜

Chapter ❤️65❤️[M]

Author's POV

With wide round eyes, Taehyung kept looking at his target.

Jungkook's weewee— dick.

He was determined to see Jungkook's weewee, whether it was as large as it appeared, and to touch it to check it was hard like an actual stone.

Jungkook was soundly asleep on the bed, unaware of Taehyung's not-so-innocent plot. His morning wood was eagerly awaiting undressing and some physical contact.

With a smile that was full of innocence and wonder, Taehyung's hand stretched forward and poked it with a finger.

Well, he had no idea what he was getting into. Especially his dada. If something happened, Namjoon would kill Jungkook, for sure.

"Dada's weewee is so hard. Can I see it?"

"Flower....." Jungkook murmured in his sleep.

"Can I see your weewee, dada?!" Taehyung asked eagerly.

"......mmm."

When Jungkook gave him permission, he hurriedly pulled down his Dada's pants. The extremely stone-like weewee came up, towering tall, red, furious, and already dripping pre-cum.

"Wow...." Taehyung's mouth dropped open in surprise as he traced the dick from base to slit with his fingertip.

Jungkook squirmed in his sleep, feeling odd in his dreams.

Taehyung then remembered the day Jungkook did that thing with his weewee. He carefully held the dick with both hands, his eyes glinting in amazement at how hot his Dada's weewee was, and it was warning his palms too.

One stroke. Two strokes. Three strokes.

And stroke after stroke, Taehyung was moving his hands up and down.

Jungkook fisted on the bed sheet while having a filthy dream about Taehyung, completely unaware that it was happening in real life.

Taehyung then lowered his head, licking the slit for the first time. "Yuck—!" He pulled away, tongue out in displeasure. "How did you do that, Dada?" He mumbled, staring at the hard weapon. It was turning redder, then he looked at Jungkook—his face was flushed, brows arched, an expression that was so far from his usual one.

After a moment of hesitation, Taehyung licked the head once again and slid his thumb over it before freezing.

"Ah...fuck." A raspy and deep groan sent chills down Taehyung's spine.

Taehyung bit his lips. Why did he want to hear it again? He didn't understand himself. He didn't even know why he was doing this. It was a curiosity. Truly. But hearing Jungkook's voice in that way, he felt tingles running in his body.

Jungkook was already panting in his sleep as he slowly placed Junior JK in his mouth, even though he could only swallow a little portion.

"Dada could put mine in his mouth whole, but why can not I?" he pouted, caressing junior Jk. Then, he remembered how Jungkook did that with him and mimicked the latter's actions: he drew back and licked the head, running his tongue over it. He did it for a few times until—

'Oh!' Taehyung's eyes glittered, indicating that he enjoyed doing this. He smiled and continued to lick it, much like a kitty.

Jungkook was sweating, his palms itching, and faint groans came from his parted lips. "Fuck—"

Taehyung looked up at Jungkook's expression— one of being in bliss.

'Dada likes it too?'