Taehyung was glued to the grubby, concrete alley frigid, blood dripping from his lip, fingers shaking but he could hardly feel the sting of Jungkook's punch on his numbed face.
And that was because the sweet taste of Jungkook's lips was still on his,savouring his wrath, the bitterness of the cigarette, and something even more intoxicating.His chest flared, not from the punch but from the way Jungkook had responded. How aggressively he had kissed him back.
He wanted the kiss.There was no confusion or second thoughts. Just desire. He sensed it in every pore and vein in his body.Even when he ran away from him,he felt it.
Taehyung tangled his shaky hand through his messy hair and cursed out loud pacing back and forth in the dim, empty alley.
"Fuck," he lashed out,seething inside. "What the fuck just happened? Why the fuck did I kiss him?"
That wasn't how he planned it. He was out of control, every decision he was determined to keep was in danger and all thanks to that tattooed brat who made the blood in his vein to bubble. Fuck! He was in desperate need of a drink..no he needed the whole liquor store to make it through.
So what if the only thing he could see was Jungkook's big,doe eyes,dipped in desire and anger? What if all he could feel burning his skin was his rosy, succulent lips battling his?
He should have known better than succumbing to his instincts because it could cause irredeemable damage not only to his reputation but also and most importantly,to his bloody soul.
Jeon Jungkook was the definition of trouble and unfortunately Taehyung was prone to them.
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The bar was as bustling as usual on a Saturday night. The customers were laughing,burning the dance floor, provocatively making out without a care in the world,orders were coming and going at the speed of lightning and Jungkook was supposed to be in the same mood. But he was far from that! He wanted to punch someone. Again! A certain someone whose life goal was to bust his balls!
His jaw grinded, lips swollen from that damn kiss,a bitter taste in his mouth from puking in the restroom because he couldn't help it and was frantically trying to brush aside the obvious tightness between his thighs.
He lunged behind the bar,his chest trembling under the feral thrum of his heart. Jimin was chatting with a drunk customer but as soon as his eyes spotted Kook,he immediately jerked around.
"Kook, what the hell happened?"Jimin asked, carefully observing the flustered man beside him." Fuck you look like you got hit by a bus and was left at the side of the road bleeding."
"Smoke break ran long," the younger replied,checking the orders and grabbing a shaker,fixing a cocktail.
"You've been gone for almost half an hour. I thought you had another unexpected visit from your.. girlfriend."
Jungkook didn't bother answering but kept shaking the cocktail in his hands with abrupt moves.
Jimin frowned, tapping his fingers on the counter,moving slightly closer."Fine… what's going on? Because something is."
"Nothing, Nothing's wrong." Jungkook murmured with chill indifference, pouring the liquid into a glass dipped in sugar.
Jimim grinned from eye to eye. "You've got that look on your pretty face."
" What look,smartass?"
" The one that screams 'I just made a horrible decision but I've pressed the delete memory button!"
"Don't you ever shut up? Huh?"
"Only when I'm asleep or unconscious."he fired back cockily." You've got a problem with that?"
" Yeah and I'm sure hyung has too!"
" Leave my baby out of this!" he warned him, scrunching his lips.
" You started it,shorty."
" And by the looks of it I ain't gonna get any answers!" Jimin huffed.
Jungkook grumbled a curse. His hands were constantly trembling. He had to fidget awkwardly behind the bar, painfully aware of his arousal the moment he finished the next order.
Taehyung had kissed him.No he had kissed Taehyung. To be accurate they had kissed.Desperately, aggressively,starvingly.
He had been harder in his life! Painfully hard just by a simple kiss.Not with his previous girlfriends,not with Aespa. Throughout his adult life he was searching for ways to get hard and one kiss..one bloody kiss from a man he detested made his body react like never before! As if he wasn't obeying anything but him.
His mind couldn't understand why it happened or why with him! What frightened him more than Taehyung's lips against his was the fire it ignited inside him. Burning lava penetrating every fibre in his body.
"I'm gonna go get some vodka in the back," he lisped near Jimin's ear. A total lie. The bathroom was his next stop.
Jimin folded his arms, closely studying him. "Are you sure everything is fine?"
" Yeap! I'll be right back."Jungkook rumbled,snapping around, heading out of the bar and into the corridor.
And there in the isolation of the bathroom,he clutched his hands on the white sink, glared at his reflection in the shiny mirror, and murmured through gritted teeth.
"I hate you Kim Taehyung. I fucken hate you! Get lost! Get out of my head!"
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Jungkook swore under his breath,the sleeves of his grey hoodie rolled up, completely exhausted from working first thing in the morning because it was inspection day!
Someone from the Health Department would pay them a visit and instead of spending his day curled up in bed, enjoying his breaky he had to rush to the club to do the 'dirty work', pretending everything was fine. The sun rose bright and warm,the birds hummed unusually cheerful and in Jungkook's mind there was only chaos.
He had spent the entire fucken night swirling in bed, trying to shrug off the feeling of his aching cock ready to combust. Each time he dared to shift position his body,like the traitor it was, would blatantly remind him of the pitiful but aching need to have more..
More of Taehyung's lips devouring his, the sense of burn it left, how he moaned and growled into his mouth,how his hands gripped on him,as if he owned everything. Every fiber,pore,inch in his pathetic body.
Even now,his body was ablaze, sizzling with desire but he wouldn't..couldn't allow himself to go past that one kiss. It was a mistake. An unforgivable mistake,he had to suppress along with what it ignited.
"Good morning, sunshine," Jimin stepped inside the bar,next to him with his usual bright smile, carrying a crate of clean glasses and setting them on the counter.
Jungkook pored over his friend. " Somebody had a good night!"
"I did! Glad you noticed!"
" How could I not? Did you two lovebirds break the bed yesterday?"
" As a matter of fact,not that's any of your business since you've taken a silent oath,we did!" He wiggled his eyebrows and sneered."Yet again, it could be the lost look on your stupid face, shouting to spill the truth but your mouth doesn't cooperate."
Jungkook threw him a nasty look and began staking the glasses to their place. He had spent an hour thoroughly brushing and cleaning the bar from invisible stains,making it shiny and neat. He could actually see his reflection on it!
"Mmmm..still not a word?" Jimin stooped over. "If this has something to do with a specific arrogant asshole with perfectly shaped collar bones,you can tell me about it. I won't judge!" he promised.
"Do you have a death wish or something? Can't you keep your mouth shut for a moment?"Jungkook asked, fretted.
"Apparently no." Jimin blew a huff,annoyed with his friend's stubbornness. " By the way, we need a new mirror for the bathroom. You broke it. What did you do? Ask it a question and hate the answer? Did it hit a nerve?"
" I didn't do it on purpose.It kind of slipped."
"Did you hug it and it rejected you?"
" Cut the crap,shorty."Jungkook looked at Jimin askance, watching his friend's eyes weirdly soften.
"Look…it's ok to talk about it. Whatever is eating you,sharing it could ease your mind. We always talk to each other Kook. Don't pretend everything is fine."
" Everything is. Don't wanna talk about things that don't exist. I'm fine." He hurled the towel in his hands on the counter and went through the door to get more supplies.
He mistakenly believed that refusing to talk about him would miraculously make him disappear.
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Taehyung was stuck in his penthouse for the past three or four days,he had lost count. He refused to open the curtains and shed some light inside,refused to eat,his stomach was a pile of knots and when it came to sleeping? Tosing and turning in bed,trying to frantically escape those doe eyes, succulent lips and his need to march into the club,drag him by force and fuck him. I mean fucking ruin him!
So he stayed the hell away, unsuccessfully controlling his urges to the point it became a torture. Because as much as he jerked off,it couldn't erase his thirst for the real thing.
He hated how badly he wanted Jungkook.
The bottles of whiskey scattered around him,on the coffee table,the couch, and the floor were all empty but couldn't get rid of his thirst.His shirt was completely unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up,a cigarette butt burning between his veiny fingers.
The truth was he tried to sleep with a guy three days ago.Determined to prove to himself he could do it. That he didn't need that brat spitting venom or rejecting him even when he was melting in his arms,his lips starving for his.
Taehyung kept staring at the half naked man as if he'd magically transformed into someone else,his hands refusing to even touch him and his stomach coiling with a feeling he hadn't felt before.
He couldn't even pretend to want him. His skin crawled under the burden of memory. Not because the man was disgusting but simply because he wasn't Jungkook. And Taehyung's body was craving only him.
The result? He had violently shoved the guy away the moment he leaned forward and tried to kiss him,disgusted with himself. Everything inside him was screaming from repulsiveness,raving how wrong it was.
And now he stood in his bathroom, clothes thrown somewhere,sweat covering his body. The mirror in front of him was fogged, his palm rested against the tile wall as he was jerking off violently, aggressively,trying to reach that high, praying it would offer him some kind of relief.
His fingers were squeezing his rock hard dick, strings of precum dripping on them,on the floor, but no matter how fast his hand worked on his shaft,how turned on he was, something or someone was missing.
Jungkook. Naked and knelt between his legs,his plump lips sucking his cock,his hands pressing his ass,moaning and growling from gagging.
"FUCKING HELL! THAT'S IT BABY..SUCK ME FASTER..CHOKE ON DADDY'S COCK!" Taehyung snarled and whimpered, fantasizing how well he would take him, how badly he could shake at the older mouthfucking him. He tugged his cock,the foreskin violently pulled down, moving his hips like he was actually fucking Jungkook's mouth.
He came with a shattered need, tossing his head back,hollowing Jungkook's name like he was summoning him and kept pumping his cock, cumming for the second time but it didn't feel as a relief,more as a heavy punishment.
He took one good look in the mirror and his expression scared the shit out of him. Disoriented, lost,pupils dilated and lips parted. He grabbed a towel,wiped the cum from his hands and cock,tossed it into the corner, as he walked out of the bathroom dripping wet and into the living room.
He needed to drink until he would pass out and forget the feeling of vulnerability he was dipped in. Because Taehyung wasn't a slave to flesh. Because he was unfamiliar with the concept of weakness. Because he didn't have emotions. He didn't have a heart but a stone in its place. He fucked and left. No strings attached. No second thoughts.
He grabbed a bottle of vodka, drank directly from it,taking large gulps. His cell phone buzzed,once, twice,three times then silence. His home phone was next. He ignored it.
He wasn't in the mood for talks. He couldn't handle another interrogation from Seojoon.
He just craved the only person he couldn't have.
Jungkook.
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" Why do you keep thinking about him? You hate him. He represents everything you despise. And he had the balls to kiss you! That asshole!"
Jungkook was a storm barely contained. His chest pounding against his ribs,his veins rippling under flushed skin and his fists cocked and ready to explore.
He stormed inside the bathroom,locked the door and seeked support on the edge of the sink.His knuckles were hurting from compressing them for too long. His black hoodie,gummed up to his back,sweat running down his spine.
He couldn't stop the thoughts. His image flashing before his eyes and that kiss..that damn kiss still got him hard.. agonising hard. How could one kiss.. just one manage to make him this turn on and hard when everyone else failed?
He splashed cold water on his flushed face, sucked in breaths and once again tried to shove the thoughts away. However they were still there. Taehyung's veiny hand gripped on his jaw, the weight of his body,the dominating power of his kiss that turned Jungkook's world upside down.
He seized the sink so hard,his knuckles stood out,white and rigid.
"Fuck it!" he murmured through gritted teeth, seeing his reflection on the mirror. "It didn't mean anything. He's just messing with you. It's a game of power for him. You won't let him win."
But somehow his body knew the truth.The huge bulge between his thighs that refused to go, betrayed his need to feel the thrill of ecstasy he had never experienced. Jungkook hated his weakness. Detested the way his stomach hurled at the memory of Taehyung's hips pressing against his. The inflamed,intense kiss that sizzled against his skin.
But the worst of all?
Jungkook kissed him back.
Submissively. Without faltering.
He craved for it.
The smoky taste of his mouth hadn't left him.
" You kissed him like he was the air you needed to breathe. It wasn't just need..it was.. craving.. longing." he growled " Grhhhh! Forget it!"
He couldn't let this happen. He had to stop thinking,feeling, wanting." No."he spoke in sheer determination, banging the tiles with clenched fists. The pain was welcomed. It felt real. Like a cold shower washing away the disgust of his body's brutal betrayal.
He had a girlfriend for heaven's sake. Sort of..He wasn't gay and would never let a man fuck him.
Unfortunately none of those thoughts erased the truth pulsing in his chest, or the intolerable heat between his thighs that refused to obey his mind's warnings.
He slumped to the floor, spine scraping the door,fists balled,jaw so tense it radiated pain.
His mind travelled back to the orphanage. The misery. The stress.The panic and vomiting when things went out of control. Jiminshi would hold his hand,stroking his hair, reassuring him that everything would be ok.
It was the first time he couldn't share his thoughts and troubles with him. The first time he didn't know what to say and how to say it.He couldn't admit what he was feeling because he didn't bloody know.
He was scared.
And he was unaccustomed to the feeling. Scared of himself around Kim. Scared of submitting to his desire. Scared of hurting people but above all himself and his pride. Kim Taehyung was dangerous. And the combination of the two of them together.. deadly fatal.
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Taehyung had no intention of stepping foot in that club any time soon. Especially after that kiss. However, he had to finish what he started a few days ago and keep searching,so he used the back door ,unnoticed and away from temptation or the possibility of bumping into Jungkook.
He still had a mission and he needed a clear head to handle his investigation. His mind was set in discovering who was laundering money under his nose,where else they were involved in and what that had to do with his nephew's disappearance.
He had no time fooling around with that brat who needed a good spanking in his round ass and no distractions.However when he sneaked in that night through the back door again, dressed in total black like a mafia king,he wasn't expecting to be drawn to the bar for one look..even from afar. He heard it.
That laughter.
He would recognise it amongst millions.
He halted.
Jungkook propped behind the bar with his sleeves pushed neatly up and a maddening flush heating his cheeks,he was a picture of alluring charm. Aespa was poised on a bar stool,legs elegantly crossed and cradling a pink glass. Jimin didn't seem to enjoy the scene and was constantly rolling his eyes.
Taehyung kind of liked his reaction.
They were too close and she was giggling probably from something Jungkook told her. The younger sneered as his fingers gently brushed hers fingers casually brushing hers while passing her another drink.
Taehyung's stomach curled with disgust.
The scene charred his skin. His grip on the door turned brutal,his knuckles ghost-pale and swore quietly, heart crashing against his ribcage.
He just stood there in the shadows,numbed and frozen,his arms now folded on his chest, looking ready to attack.
He kept observing. Watching Jungkook lisp something in her ear,making Aespa giggle again and hit his shoulder teasingly.
The worst part was him smiling. Really smiling at her. And it infuriated Taehyung.
And what struck him hard was that the smile wasn't forced but came naturally. He realised it was easy with her in contrast to him.
Jungkook was always furious,cold, indifferent and sometimes tense,fire and resistant with him.
Then why was their kiss playing again and again in his head? Why couldn't he erase the memory of Jungkook moaning in their kiss? The feeling of his plump lips crashing into his with need and desire? Why couldn't his body forget how it felt having him glued on him as if he really craved him?
His fists balled to his sides. His breath came out in clogs.
And then it happened.
Jungkook slightly turned and their eyes locked.
For a moment..a brief moment that seemed eternal.
Jungkook kept staring without darting his gaze.
Rather, Jungkook quirked a brow,icy and detached, before shifting his attention back to her with a sly smirk, leaning in just a fraction closer.
It was intentional.
A fucking provocation.
Taehyung's veins blazed with molten fury.
He snapped around,thundering into his VIP room not trusting himself of losing control and doing something he'd later regret.
He yanked the door closed,craving for a drink or a fistfight. Either would do.
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That piercing stare found him before he even looked up.That scorch. That heavy pressure creeping up his spine like mist.He knew. He felt it. He turned his head and saw him.
Kim.
Hiding in the dark shadows,dressed in black. A predator. A threat.
His breath snagged, forgotten in the shock of the moment. He stood hollow breathless to those velvet-black eyes. The smirk froze,making his body react in a way he hated.
His weak heart pounding in his tight chest. The vivid memory of their kiss crawled into him and for a moment it was desired. It was welcomed. It caused a raked heat to spread across his flesh.
Then he..crackled. A punch in the face.
He cropped up his jaw,a teasing leer lacing his lips as he veered to Aespa with his usual smugness and arrogance, becoming bolder, allowing his fingers to gently skim his fingers on her arm and the leer was heavier than before. Provocative and acute.
Yes,it was intentional. Yes, he wanted Taehyung to see it. He needed him to see it. How easy it was. How natural it came.
However,when the corner of his eyes caught a glimpse of him storming out,banging the door a fraction inside him cracked but it wasn't strong enough to change his mind or his attitude.
Taehyung had it coming. He should have expected it.
Did it feel good? Perhaps..but he wasn't in the mood to dig deeper out of fear of discovering how wrong it was. How bad it felt.
He wouldn't admit that kiss stirred up emotions he was craving for years. Or that it ignited a fire in him that could eventually burn him alive. Or that his body reacted when their eyes met.
Because the truth was,he became hard in an instant. From one look. Something was seriously wrong with him. Was his absence from sex making him horny all the time? Was his mind playing tricks on him? Or was it deeper? It only took one fucken look to turn him on,to make him hard and needy.
No. He wouldn't go there. He had to concentrate on Aespa. She mattered,not Kim. Not the kiss. Not the touch.Not the need.
He dismissed the fluttering of his heart,choked the tingling weight on his chest, internally reprimanding his weakness,standing firm in his decision and dodging Jimin's obvious disapproval.
He quaffed his whiskey and turned his attention to his girlfriend..sort of.
Work and Aespa was all he needed to prevent his mind from running wild,towards his destruction. He was set in making it work. Nothing else mattered.
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Taehyung kept hawking at the cracked glass in his hand, flinging it across the room,smashing into pieces against the wall.
"FUCKING HELL" he roared in a husky,throaty voice, attempting to shower the strangling fury that turned his blood into lava,his chest throbbing uncontrollably,his fingers itching to punch someone. A certain someone. He abruptly stood up from the couch and started pacing back and forth inside the corking walls.
He couldn't take his mind out of the previous scene. Jungkook,deliberately flirting with that girl. Touching her. Smiling at her. Laughing.
Looking all flustered and provocative.
He couldn't help but wonder if that kiss meant absolutely anything to him. If it didn't stir emotions. If it didn't start a fire inside him the same way it burnt Taehyung. Because beneath the surface every time he recalled that moment,he became hard. Harder than any other time.
And Jungkook's reaction wasn't an accident. He wanted to be kissed by him. He longed for it. His eyes,his plump lips were screaming at Taehyung to devour them. To ruin them. Ruin him.
He plopped on the leather armchair, rubbing his forehead and sucking in long,deep breaths to cool his raging heart and control his raving hormones.
He was hard.Again. It was a freaking,living nightmare,sucking the life out of him.
And no other man or woman or both could erase the desire to have him. Not that he hadn't tried.
He did and failed. He had miiserably failed!!Apparently,he was now unable to get it up and have sex with anyone else except Jungkook.
Because it disgusted him.
The thought of touching someone else.
Having him in his arms in his bed.
And it killed him.
Because he knew Jungkook hated him, despite wanting him. And he did. The passionate and wild way he responded was a clear proof. Taehyung was taunted thinking of him out there, laughing and flirting with that girl.
Was it to prove and show him their kiss was insignificant? He hunched forward, resting his elbows on his knees and hiding his face between his veiny hands.
It was painfully hard to forget Jungkook's fists on his chest,the punch he violently threw at his face,his eyes gazing with fury,hate and passion and yearning.
Dear God! That kiss!
Taehyung had never kissed like that,felt like that and frankly he had kissed plenty of people but not so aggressively and desperately as if he needed him to breathe, to feel alive.
His trembling hand groped and aggressively rubbed the aching cock. Rubbed it frantically, roughly, almost violently,leaning back to the armchair,stretching his legs. It took him not more than a second to cum, pants drenched from his load,moaning and groaning at the feeling of his orgasm.
He ran his tongue over his dry lips,heart jackhammering and breath hitched. He was going crazy! On the verge of losing his sanity. He stood up so quickly,he got dizzy and began pacing in the room. The curtains were closed. He didn't feel like eying people fucking like wild beasts or pretend he was taking pleasure in it. He had so many questions pestering his mind.
What was he feeling for Jungkook?
Lust? Madness?
No. It was possession. Obsession. Addiction.
The craving to march outside and into the bar,grab him and drag him to his penthouse and fuck his brains out,claiming him as his and only his was itching him.
What was the point?
Jungkook had to break first and come to him. Only then he'd gather his pieces and put him back together.
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The moment he stepped foot into his apartment,followed by Jimin,who surprisingly hadn't said a word during their ride,he threw away his key card on the table,marched straight to his bedroom and locked the door.
Jimin caused no disturbance. Didn't say one word,simply let him stew in his own madness and chaos. He knew. His eyes had caught a glimpse of the big boss,hiding behind the shadows. He had seen the intense,cracked look. The one that said ' choose your weapon wisely, it's time for war!' and instantly realised his brother was in deep shit!
Jungkook,inside his room,was battling an already lost war. He rested his back on the door,tossed his head back,chest hammering and skin ablazed.Fuck! His cock was hard. Rock hard. Again. Like every single day since that damn kiss.
He gnashed his teeth so intensely,they produced a chattering sound. He pressed a hand on his heart as if it would stop throbbing,like it would slow down and grant him time to catch his breath.
" You have to stop thinking about him. You hate the guy…like really hate him. Get him out of your head." he lisped, dragging the words out that seemed fake.
Despite all,his body had a mind of its own and no wish to obey his logic. A logic that was severely damaged since that day in the dark alley when Taehyung's hands were lugged all over him,his mouth ravenously devouring him,initiating a storm of desire he had been suppressing for years. The beginning of Jungkook's madness with a free one way ticket to hell.
Taehyung 's soft lips,his musky scent,his stormy eyes, his groan when diving inside his mouth,wailing of ownership. Each time he shut his eyes he was there. Each time he blinked he was there. Jungkook scrambled his hair,snarking.
He wanted him out..out of his head..out of his thoughts..away from his body. He hunched forward,pressed both hands on the door and pushed himself into the bathroom, rinsing cold water on his face, hoping it would help.
Of course it didn't.
He was still hard and horny.
Hurting.
Trembling.
Funny..after years of chasing his long lost arousal,he finally found it in the hands of his most hateful person. What was wrong with him? Seriously something was off with him!
Aespa, despite her sincere efforts and willingness,was incapable of making him hard and was added to the list of his other failures.
It made him wonder why and how that bastard managed to wake up his sexuality. He was a man! Jungkook didn't do men! Jungkook wasn't gay!
This was lunacy!
The soft knock on his door brought him back to reality." Kook? Are you good?"Jimin asked,his voice laced in genuine concern.
Jungkook shut his eyes,sucking in small breaths." I'm fine, hyung."
Jimin paused as if he was too scared to speak."Kook..you don't sound good. Open the door and let's talk."
" I'm tired, Jimin. I need to sleep. We'll talk in the morning."
"Ok..suit yourself. Sweet dreams."
Jungkook heard plodding in the hallway and the soft closing of a door. He could breathe freely yet couldn't stop the quivering. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. Flustered cheeks,pupils dilated,mouth half opened,carnal need in all its glory!
He removed his clothes,put them into the washing machine and jumped into the shower, scrubbing his body from top to bottom,praying it would extinguish the taunted need flaming his skin. He didn't bother drying,he lumbered his feet to bed, plopped on the mattress under the covers,naked and drenched in water,arm over his eyes.
He mistakenly believed he could shut his eyes and the world and sleep. For two hours he was counting sheep, twisting and turning, trying to fantasize Aespa in sexy, laced lingerie and..and nothing.
Taehyung's muscular,fit body kept popping up! Long,veiny hands roaming on his naked body,tongue licking his pink nipples, flicking and sucking them. His deep,hoarse voice whispering filthy, degrading words against his neck.Fingers swathed around his cock, jerking him then..his mouth hooked around his aching cock, sucking him..
His feet kicked away the covers,his hand impatiently dragged from his hard nipples,to his flat stomach and then.. finally on his moist, throbbing cock.His index finger stroke and pressed the tip. His breath hitched. He bit his lips so hard he savoured the blood.
'You're mine Jeon..mine..say it..say you want me..'
" No..no..I won't.." he resisted,making a significant effort not to let the words slip his trembling lips or moan from need.
His hips lurched.
He didn't dare fist his cock despite the voice in his head urging him to chase his release. To feel. To taste heaven. To surrender.The pain was excruciatingly unbearable. It chewed his insides.
" Tae.."
The second the name echoed in the room, everything inside him wrecked.
He surrendered.
He willingly surrendered.
He needed him.
To break him.
To ruin him.
He palmed his twitching cock,soaked on precum, tugging it faster and faster. His other hand squeezed his nipple, pinching it hard till it hurt,jerking off in a sloppy,violent pace,his mind tangled in fantasies. Taehyung, roaming his hands all over his body. Kissing every inch of his scorching flesh,taking his cock into his mouth, sucking the life out of him..
And then.. spreading his legs and plunging his cock inside his hole,wrecking him..breaking him..ruining him for everyone else. His wet hand tugged faster and harder, chasing after the carnal sensation of ecstasy.
" Fuck..Tae..Faster.. fuck me faster.." The words escaped his mouth,unable to comprehend the meaning. A total, undeniable surrender. A brutal confession.
Jungkook sensed his world crumbling down, shattering to pieces. His orgasm came violently rough as he bent his back,body panging,cum gushing out of his aching cock,muffling his growls into the pillow.
When the heat subsided,shame took over.
Shame for his twisted desires. For cumming like never before at the thought of a man.. fucking hm.
Jungkook felt like crying from embarrassment and he was a fucken adult for crying out loud! His chest was pounding,his body was still aching and his cock was still harder than before. His hand was hooked around his dick,cum spread over his stomach and his guilt haunting him.
He had just come fantasizing Taehyung was fucking him. He had clearly moaned his name with a need that petrified him,made his skin crawl and his stomach tied in knots.
He crawled to the edge of his bed,got up and headed to the bathroom again. He wanted to wash his hand and wipe the cum from his body. Instead he didn't use a towel but gathered it in his fingers and that naughty, little devil in his disoriented head was frantically hurling..
Screaming to get a taste of his release..
His tongue lolled out,dragged on his fingers,licking his own cum..the one meant for Taehyung.. plunging them inside his warm,dry mouth like he was in fact sucking..him. His cock.
Unable to stop, shoving the shame in the deepest, darkest corners of his brain, he fisted his cock again, pumping it up and down,gazing himself in the mirror. He wheezed, chest pumping up and down,hand moving in the same pace as he leaned against the mirror, forehead resting on the cold surface,breath fogging the glass.
" Fuck..Tae..need more..please.." he cried out.
Shockingly,his other hand slithered at the back,fingers reached and grazed his asscrack and..gently stroked his hole, pressing and rubbing, slightly spreading his legs. For one suspended second Jungkook's world emptied of oxygen. That oppressive heat. That crushing sensation clinging to him like new skin.
He instantly came, body twinging ,crying out. "Tae.. Tae.."
Then shame washed over him. Humiliation. Guilt. The urge to rip off his skin. He wanted to pretend nothing happened. That it was a nightmare. But it was real. It felt real.
His eyes darted away from the foggy mirror, unwilling to meet the shame staring back at him. He let the water cascade over him, scrubbing his skin,hoping it might rinse away the residue of his humiliation.
He shuffled his feet back to bed,got under the covers,curled like a baby, hugging his knees and chewing on his lips.
How could he let this happen? Touch himself where no one else had before? Was he losing himself? Turning into a man driven to unspeakable deeds by his corrupted needs?
Was he already that broken? Damaged?