Taekook Smut Shot

~ ENEMY CLAIMED ~

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The content includes 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁, 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗺𝘂̄𝘁 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀 with intense adult themes.

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𝟐:𝟒𝟕 𝐀.𝐌.

The estate breathed silence like death—too still, too sharp. The only sound was the soft mechanical click of the steel security panel on the west wing.

Agent Jeon Jungkook crouched low in the shadows, black gloves tight around his fingers, jaw clenched in perfect focus. The cold breeze brushed his nape, but the sweat sliding down his spine betrayed his calm exterior.

The lock disengaged.

𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣.

Dressed head to toe in matte-black tactical gear, Jungkook slipped inside the mansion like a ghost. His every step over the velvet-lined marble floor was calculated, soundless. The soft swing of his holstered gun against his thigh was the only reminder—this wasn’t a game.

But unlike his past missions…

This wasn’t an enemy camp. This wasn’t some cartel hideout. This was 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠’𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.

And Kim Taehyung wasn’t just anyone.

𝘼 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣. 𝘽𝙡𝘰̄𝙤𝙙-𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙮. 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙩.

And Jungkook? He was about to rob him blind.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨. 𝙄𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩. 𝙉𝙤 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨. But tonight… 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡.

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He reached the lower-level study. Obsidian tiles. Leather chairs. Golden frames of blood-drenched history.

𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸

* stepped forward. He pulled the severed print chip from his belt and pressed it to the scanner. *

[ 🟢 𝙂𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏. ]

𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸

*A Smirk touched his lips.* Good boy.

But just as he reached forward—

𝗨𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻

𝙏𝙨𝙠. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨.

𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸

* Froze. He knew that voice. Smooth. Mocking. Dangerous. *

𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸

* He turned. *

There he was. 𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜.

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𝗧𝗕𝗖 ~

shameless author

𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 💌

~ ENEMY CLAIMED ⁰² ~

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There he was. 𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜.

Standing barefoot on the cold floor, a glass of whiskey in one hand, a pistol in the other. His black satin robe hung open, revealing a sculpted chest, gold chain gleaming across his collarbones. His hair was messy, his lips parted just slightly, like he'd woken up from a dream that hadn’t ended yet.

His eyes—dark, unreadable—locked onto Jungkook.

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

I should shoot you for being stupid enough to come back here.

𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸

* Jungkook’s throat tightened. * Put the gun down, Kim.

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

* Cocked his head, eyes trailing down Jungkook’s body slowly. *

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

You look good in tight black. All sweaty. Edgy. Desperate.

𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸

I came for the flash drive—

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

* Cut him off, voice like velvet dipped in poison. *

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

Don’t insult me with lies. You came for a reason, sure. But not just for that.

𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸

* Narrowed his eyes. * Don’t flatter yourself.

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

* Chuckled, deep and low. * I don’t need to,

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

* Murmured, his gaze dropping to Jungkook’s crøtch. *

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

Your body already gave you away.

Before Jungkook could respond, Taehyung moved.

Fast.

The gun was gone. His hand grabbed Jungkook’s collar, and in a second, he slammed the younger man back against the vault door with a heavy 𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗱.

𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸

* Gasped, breath knocked out of him, heart hammering in his chest. *

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

You always did like being caught,

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

* Whispered, pinning Jungkook’s wrist above his head with one hand. *

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

Is this your little fantasy? Spy turned submissive?

𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸

Fck you, * hissed, struggling. *

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

* leaned in, lips brushing Jungkook’s cheek. *

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣.

𝗧𝗕𝗖 ~

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shameless author

𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 💌

~ ENEMY CLAIMED ⁰³ ~

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𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗝𝗲𝗼𝗻.

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

* Kissed him—no, 𝘣𝘪𝘵 him. Lips tugging at his lower lip, teeth sinking in until Jungkook gasped against his mouth. *

The pressure. The heat.

𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸

* Breath hitched. His thighs clenched involuntarily. *

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

You’re shaking 𝗕𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗝𝗲𝗼𝗻,

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

* Murmured * You want this.

𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸

I don’t—

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

You 𝗱𝗼.

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

* Grabbed Jungkook’s vest and yanked it off, tossing it aside. *

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

You’re already hard baby Jeon. Your body’s starving for 𝗺𝗲.

𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸

* Turned his face away. * I hate you Kim.

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

Good. That’ll make this even better. Because I'm not sure that I'll be gentle with you tonight,

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

Hate as much as you want baby Jeon.

In one swift motion, Taehyung spun him around and slammed his chest to the cold steel vault. Jungkook grunted—arms wrenched behind his back, belt strapped tightly around his wrists.

𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸

𝗯𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗮́𝗿𝗱, * spat, jerking in the hold. *

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

* Voice dropped to a growl. * You sneak into my house. You get caught. Now you’re 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲. Baby Jeon.

𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸

* Whimpered—not from pain, but the overwhelming ache pressing against his zipper. *

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

* Rubbed against him, çóck hard through the robe, grinding into the curve of Jungkook’s àss. *

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

You feel that hmm? * Whispered, biting the shell of Jungkook’s ear. *

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

That’s what you’ve been begging for without saying a word. baby boy.

Then—he yanked Jungkook’s pants down.

The air was cold. Jungkook’s skin flushed red from exposure.

𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸

F-fck * groaned. *

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

You’re already leaking, sweetheart.

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴

* Whispered with a smirk. * All this from being manhandled by your enemy, you love this didn't you?

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𝗧𝗕𝗖 ~

shameless author

𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 💌 ~

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