Sm*T Short Stories Taekook
Jeon Dirty secret (flash back)
Flashback Scene: The Night He Couldn’t Forget
Setting: Jeon Corp – Friday night – Empty office floor – Surveillance quietly recording
The office was silent, the lights dimmed, the city glowing faintly beyond the glass walls.
And on the long black conference table—Taehyung lay back, shirt unbuttoned, lips parted, thighs spread, breath shallow.
Jungkook stood between them, sleeves rolled up, tie loose, pupils dark as sin.
Kim taehyung
(panting): “Lock the door…”
jeon jungkook
(low voice): “Already did.”
He dragged his palm slowly over Taehyung’s chest, fingers brushing over his nipple.
Taehyung shivered.
Kim taehyung
You’ve been staring at me all week, Jungkook. You couldn’t even wait till we got home?”
jeon jungkook
(growling): “You wore that fucking sheer shirt knowing I’d snap.”
Without warning, Jungkook grabbed Taehyung’s hips and pulled him to the edge of the table.
He dropped to his knees.
Tongue hot. Mouth hungry. Moaning into the skin like he couldn’t get enough.
Kim taehyung
(gasping): “J-Jungkook—ah—”
His back arched as Jungkook sucked a mark onto his inner thigh.
jeon jungkook
(between licks): “You think teasing me all week wouldn’t have consequences?”
Kim taehyung
Then punish me.”
Jungkook stood, unbuckled his belt with one hand, the other gripping Taehyung’s jaw.
Kim taehyung
(defiant smile): “Make me.”
jeon jungkook
“Wrong answer.”
Smack. His palm hit the inside of Taehyung’s thigh. Not hard. Just enough.
Taehyung moaned, head thrown back.
Jungkook reached into his drawer, pulling out a silk tie—the one Taehyung had left in his office two nights ago. He wrapped it around Taehyung’s wrists, binding them behind his back.
Kim taehyung
(smiling breathlessly): “You kept that?”
jeon jungkook
(darkly): “I jerked off with it.”
He entered him slow. Deep.
Taehyung gasped, body trembling, chest rising and falling in sharp breaths.
jeon jungkook
Look at me.”
Taehyung's eyes fluttered open.
Kim taehyung
“Now scream my name.”
The sound of skin on skin, breathless moans, desperate gasps, and the wet sounds of movement filled the room.
The table creaked.
Their sweat painted the polished wood.
Kim taehyung
(moaning): “Jungkook—fuck—please—harder!”
jeon jungkook
(slamming into him): “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Mine. You hear me? You’re mine.”
Taehyung came undone first—loud and uncontrollable.
Jungkook followed, burying his face in Taehyung’s neck, growling his name into the skin.
And in the ceiling corner…
> the red light of the hidden camera blinked softly.
It captured everything.
Every filthy moan. Every whispered command.
Every second of Taehyung being ruined under Jeon Jungkook.
End of Flashback Scene 😈
(That’s the video Lisa found.)
Comments