* 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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