Spared Room, Stolen Breath 2
It started with teeth. Tongues. Jungkook’s hand sliding into Taehyung’s hair, yanking his head back as he growled into his mouth.
Taehyung gasped, clawing at Jungkook’s shirt.
Kim Taehyung
You’re—fuck—you’re angry.
Jungkook pushed him against the wall, one hand around his throat—not choking, just claiming.
Jeon JungKook
You’ve been asking for it since day one.
Taehyung laughed breathlessly.
Kim Taehyung
Then take it. I dare you.
Their lips crashed again. Jungkook’s hands moved possessively—waist, hips, sliding under Taehyung’s thin shirt. His skin was hot. Quivering.
Taehyung moaned when Jungkook’s thigh pressed between his legs.
Kim Taehyung
God, you’re so—aggressive.
Jeon JungKook
You like it.
Jungkook growled, pulling his shirt off with one hand.
Jeon JungKook
You fucking like this.
Taehyung pulled him down into another kiss.
Kim Taehyung
Shut up and ruin me already.
They didn’t stumble into the bedroom.
They stalked into it.
Jungkook pushed Taehyung backwards, never breaking the kiss, only stopping long enough to tug Taehyung’s shirt over his head and toss it aside. Taehyung’s breath hitched as Jungkook’s hands finally touched him everywhere—shoulders, ribs, waist, hips.
Jungkook muttered. His voice was ragged.
Taehyung sat on the edge like he owned it.
Jungkook dropped to his knees between Taehyung’s legs.
Taehyung whispered, but the words melted when Jungkook kissed just above his waistband.
SLOW. OPEN-MOUTHED. CLAIMING.
Jeon JungKook
You talk too much
Jungkook muttered against his skin.
Taehyung’s fingers buried in Jungkook’s hair as the younger mouthed a trail down his abs, sucking deep marks that would bloom into bruises by morning.
Kim Taehyung
You’re obsessed with me.
Jungkook looked up, lips glistening.
Jeon JungKook
I’m going to prove that you are, too.
He pulled Taehyung’s sweats down so painfully slow that it made Taehyung whimper.
Jungkook crawled up over him after stripping them both, eyes never leaving Taehyung’s.
Jeon JungKook
Tell me to stop.
Taehyung stared up, flushed, lips parted.
Jeon JungKook
Tell me you don’t want this.
Kim Taehyung
I want it so bad I can’t breathe.
That was all Jungkook needed. His mouth covered Taehyung’s again, kissing like a punishment, his hand sliding down to grip his thigh and push it wide open.
Jeon JungKook
You’re mine tonight, Mine to break. Mine to worship.
Taehyung moaned—gorgeous and wrecked—and arched into him as Jungkook’s fingers slid lower, teasing, preparing him with unrelenting slowness. Every motion was slick, sinful, deliberate. Jungkook knew what he was doing. He wanted Taehyung writhing. He wanted him desperate.
And Taehyung gave in—biting his lip, gasping, bucking his hips shamelessly.
Taehyung’s voice cracked.
Kim Taehyung
Jungkook—please—just fuck me already—
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2025-05-30
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