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The final song was fun, the bass vibrating through the massive stage as thousands of fans sang along at the top of their lungs.
Taehyung was in one of his playful moods again. During the bridge, he moved to the front of the stage while his body swaying naturally to the rhythm of the song. With a bright and carefree smile, he lifted the hem of his white tank top just enough to reveal his toned, glistened abs.
He didn’t do anything extra, just vibed to the music and letting the beat guide his movements as he laughed and waved at the screaming crowd. The fans went wild, phones flashing across the arena. Taehyung’s expression had pure joy on the surface, but his eyes kept drifting across the stage.
Jungkook felt it immediately.
That familiar grip of jealousy twisted in his chest.
"𝘛𝘴𝘬"
Even though they were performing, even though they were surrounded by the staff, members, and cameras. Jungkook couldn’t help the way his gaze kept finding Taehyung.
So when his own part came Jungkook didn’t hold back either. He stepped forward during the chorus flashing the audience his signature bunny smile while casually lifting his shirt higher than necessary.
The soft lines of his abdomen caught the bright lights as he danced with confident energy. He made it look like he was just having fun for the fans, hyping the crowd and feeding off their energy but his eyes kept locking with Taehyung’s across the formation.
Their glances weren’t obvious to anyone else. Just quick lingering looks. A small tilt of Taehyung’s head. The way Jungkook’s lips curved into a tiny smirk only Taehyung would recognize. They stayed close during group formations, shoulders brushing lightly, fingers grazing for half a second. Nothing that would raise suspicion.
They were clingy the way only they understood, orbiting into each other without making it obvious. A shared water bottle passed between short breaks. Taehyung leaning slightly toward Jungkook’s side during the moment. Jungkook subtly shifting closer whenever Taehyung laughed too brightly at the fans. Underneath the dazzling lights and choreo it was just the two of them in their own little world.
The concert ended with a burst of confetti and roaring applause. They lined up at the front of the stage, waving goodbye with wide smiles and heartfelt bows.
Back at the hotel, the silence in Jungkook’s suite was heavy. He’d just stepped out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips, when his phone buzzed.
𝘛𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘳 🐯
Slowly walking towards the night stand as he answered.
“𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰?” Jungkook said, voice soft and a little tired.
Taehyung’s familiar deep voice came through, slightly raspy from singing all night. “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺?”
“𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶?”
“𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘦.”
There was a short pause, then a soft chuckle. “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵."
Jungkook smugged. "𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺?" He said, beaming like his job succeeded.
"𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵… 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?”
Jungkook smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed. “𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵… 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨.”
“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨,” Taehyung replied innocently, though Jungkook could hear the smirk in his voice. “𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵.”
“𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵.”
A heavy silence filled the line.
“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺?” Taehyung’s voice dropped.
Jungkook’s breath hitched, heat flooding his body. He let out a shaky, cheeky laugh “𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨~?”
He was pushing. Deliberately. He knew what that tone did to Taehyung. And he wanted it.
The silence that followed was heavier. When Taehyung spoke again, his voice was dangerously still, laced with warning.
“𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺.”
That single word sent a bolt of heat straight to Jungkook’s spine.
“𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘐—”
“𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵,” Taehyung cut him off, “𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯… 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵.”
Jungkook swallowed hard, thighs pressing together, arousal pooled hot and heavy in his belly.
“𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦,” Taehyung ordered, voice like gravel. “𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵."
Jungkook didn’t argue, how could he?
He kept the line open, listening to the faint sound of footsteps, ding of the elevator, the soft murmur of staff in the hallway where Taehyung didn't care.
Taehyung never hung up. Not until there was a firm knock on Jungkook’s door.
Jungkook opened it.
Taehyung stepped inside without a word, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. The moment the lock engaged, the air shifted, heavy with everything they hadn’t said on stage.
“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺?” Taehyung murmured as he backed Jungkook toward the bed. “𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘮?”
“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶,” Jungkook replied, voice already breathy, heart hammering against his ribs.
“𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦?” Taehyung’s eyes dragged slowly down Jungkook’s body, from the damp strands of hair clinging to his forehead to the towel barely hanging on his hips.
Before Jungkook couldn't respond, Taehyung closed the distance in one stride. His large hands shot out gripping Jungkook by the waist and pushed him gently but firmly until his back hit the mattress.
Taehyung’s hands slid down with a slow, deliberate hunger, palms gliding over Jungkook’s narrow waist before claiming his thick milky thighs. His long fingers dug in possessively, thumbs pressing hard into the soft and plush flesh that dimpled so deliciously under the pressure. The contrast was intoxicating, velvety smooth skin over his powerful, toned muscle that flexed and trembled beneath his grip.
“𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺." Taehyung said, “𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧? 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯… 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” His hands squeezed harder, kneading the thick thighs like he couldn’t get enough, spreading them slightly as he leaned in. “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵’𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺. 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦.” Taehyung said as he lifted both his legs on his shoulders.
Jungkook squirmed under Taehyung's intense gaze, a soft whimper escaping him. Taehyung howled low in his throat and sank his teeth into the sensitive skin of Jungkook’s calf, just below the knee and hard enough to sting, but soft enough to make the heat explode through Jungkook’s veins.
Jungkook jolted, fingers reaching into Taehyung’s shirt as his leg twitched in his hold.
“𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨—...𝘢𝘩!”
Taehyung licked over the bite mark soothingly, slowly towering over him. His buffed frame pressed forward, caging Jungkook against the bed. One hand slid up from those plush thighs to trace the faint ridges of Jungkook’s abs, still glistening from his shower.
“𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧…” Taehyung murmured, adorned, before his tone dropped into something ruthless. “𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵, 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.”
Taehyung’s eyes glint as Jungkook’s whiny little complaint hung in the air.
“𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨~~ 𝘯𝘰𝘰, 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳—"
𝙎𝙡𝙖𝙥.
A sharp, stinging smack landed on Jungkook’s right thigh, the sound echoed through the hotel room like a whip. Jungkook’s breath hitched, his body jolting.
“𝘈𝘩𝘩—! 𝘉-𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰—"
𝙎𝙡𝙖𝙥.
Another hard smack, this time lower, closer to the sensitive inner flesh. Jungkook’s hips twitched involuntarily.
“𝘏𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘩! 𝘠-𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰— 𝘈𝘩𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦!”
Taehyung’s lips curled into a wicked smirk, his gaze burning as he watched those pretty doe eyes turn glassy with desperation.
𝙎𝙡𝙖𝙥.
He loved this. Loved when his baby gets bratty, because it gave him the perfect excuse to ruin him.
Another slap after the last one, each one harder than the last. Jungkook’s thighs quivered, the pale skin blooming into a deep, rosy red that looked obscene against the white hotel sheets.
“𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵, 𝘩𝘶𝘩?” Taehyung husked. He leaned in close, breath ghosting over Jungkook’s trembling lips. “𝘏𝘶𝘩?”
𝙎𝙡𝙖𝙥.
“𝘈𝘩—!”
“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵?” Another sharp smack. “𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵.”
Jungkook’s cock twitched hard against his stomach, a bead of precum sliding down the flushed length. He looked wrecked, lips parted and chest heaving, thighs burning and marked with Taehyung’s handprints.
Taehyung caressed the reddened skin tenderly, thumb pressing into the heated flesh until Jungkook whimpered.
“𝘚𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴,” he murmured, voice dripping with hunger.
“𝘍𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴… 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴.”
Taehyung took of his shirt and hovered over him, lowering one leg slowly while the other stayed hooked over Taehyung’s shoulder, silently lowering his pants and underwear letting go of that already hardened cock.
He leaned in, mouths barely apart, but close enough for Jungkook to feel every warm breath teasing against his lips. Taehyung lingered there on purpose, denying the kiss until Jungkook was chasing after him with a shaky, desperate whine.
Then finally gave in.
Taehyung crashed down, devouring him and tongue fucking into his mouth, biting his lower lip hard enough to make him moan. Kissed him filthy and deep until Jungkook was gasping for air while saliva is trailing down his chin, eyes glassy and fucked out.
Tears slipped down Jungkook’s flushed cheeks, his body finally giving in after everything Taehyung had pulled from him. The sting still lingering warmly beneath the overwhelming pleasure flooding through him. His lashes trembled, lips parted so soft, broken breaths as another tear rolled free.
Taehyung caught it before it could fall any further.
He leaned down slowly, tongue tracing over the damp trail on Jungkook’s skin, savoring the salty taste. The gesture should’ve felt cruel with how ruined Jungkook looked beneath him, but the way Taehyung’s hand cradled his face made it unbearably tender instead.
“𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴,” Taehyung murmured against his skin, voice filled with satisfaction, watching Jungkook melt even more beneath his gaze.
“𝘚𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺. 𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺… 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘦𝘵.”
He grabbed Jungkook’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet.
“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥’𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰… 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”
Taehyung’s mouth trailed down hot, wet kisses and sharp bites along Jungkook’s jaw, neck, collarbones until he reached those soft toned abs he was obsessed with. He licked a slow stripe over the defined lines, then lower.
In one swift motion, he shoved Jungkook’s legs apart wider, exposing him completely. Without warning, Taehyung buried his face between those reddened thighs and dragged his tongue over Jungkook’s tight hole.
“𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬—!” Jungkook cried out, back arching violently.
Taehyung ate him like a man, starved, messy and relentless. His tongue pushed inside fucking him open with wet filthy sounds. He sucked on the rim, licked the broad stripes, then spat on his hole just to watch it drip before diving back in. One hand pinned Jungkook’s hips down while the other slapped his already burning thigh again, making him clench around Taehyung’s tongue.
“𝘔𝘮𝘮𝘩— 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨.. 𝘢𝘩𝘩!” Jungkook’s voiced out, broken and needy. His hands reached Taehyung’s hair, pulling hard as his whole body shook.
Taehyung pulled back just enough to growl against his slick skin, voice thick with lust.
“𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘕𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦…” He bit down on the sensitive flesh of Jungkook’s inner thigh, hard enough to leave a mark. “𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘢𝘸 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳.”
He dove back in, tongue deeper and nastier while his fingers joined in, two thick digits sliding in alongside his tongue, stretching Jungkook open with precision.
Jungkook was gone, moaning like a whore, thighs shaking uncontrollably, cock leaking all over his stomach as Taehyung ruined him with nothing but his mouth and fingers.
And Taehyung wasn’t even close to done.
Taehyung licked over the last trace of moisture on Jungkook's hole, mouth lingering just long enough to make Jungkook shiver beneath him before he murmured, “𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺?”
“𝘠-𝘠𝘦—!”
He never got to finish.
Taehyung pushed into him in one hard thrust, stealing the air straight from Jungkook’s lungs. The sudden stretch made him arch hard against the sheets, pleasure and ache crashing together so intensely it left him trembling.
A broken moan tore from his throat as his fingers twisted helplessly into the fabric beside him.
Taehyung leaned close, lips brushing near his ear, voice rough and satisfied.
“𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺,” he whispered. “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳?”
Taehyung’s hips snapped forward in a deep, deliberate thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside Jungkook. The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the room.
“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺?” he rasped, rough against Jungkook’s ear, hot breath fanning over their damp skin.
“𝘈𝘩𝘩—", Jungkook moaned, wrapping his hands on Taehyung's, fingers digging into the sweat-slick, thick muscles of Taehyung’s back. The sharp sting of nails only made Taehyung growl deeper, driving into him harder.
Taehyung pulled back slowly, the thick drag of his cock pulling a filthy sound from Jungkook’s body before slamming in again.
“𝘏𝘮𝘮?”
𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧
𝘿𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧
“𝘏𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘩—” Jungkook’s head fell back against the pillows, lips parted, eyes glassy with overwhelming pleasure.
“𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥?” Another powerful thrust rocked through him, the wet slap of their bodies echoing louder as Taehyung hit that perfect spot inside. Sparks of hot pleasure exploded behind Jungkook’s eyelids, making his toes curl and his thighs tremble violently around Taehyung’s waist.
“𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘦—” Jungkook whimpered, the word slipping out in a desperate, wrecked moan.
“𝘔𝘮𝘮, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬," Taehyung groaned, voice thick with lust, forehead pressed against Jungkook’s as their sweat mixed together. “𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺. 𝘚𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦.”
He kept the rhythm devastatingly steady, each thrust dragging along every sensitive nerve, the arousal growing wetter, messier with every plunge. Taehyung’s hands never stopped roaming, mapping every inch like he was reminding himself what belonged to him.
His palm slid possessively over Jungkook’s toned, sweat glistening stomach, pressing down gently on the visible bulge.
“𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴…” Taehyung murmured, voice dripping with awe and hunger. His fingers traced the outline of his own cock shifting inside Jungkook. “𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘺’𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦.”
Jungkook let out a shaky, broken moan as Taehyung gave one more slow, deliberate thrust, pushing the bulge even more prominently under his heated skin. The pressure made Jungkook’s cock twitch helplessly between them, leaking steadily onto his own abdomen.
Taehyung’s eyes darkened, feral of hunger. He leaned down, lips brushing Jungkook’s ear as he whispered, “𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘺… 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺. 𝘍𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴.”
His thrusts grew sharper, more possessive, hips snapping with purpose. One hand gripped Jungkook’s thigh hard enough to leave marks, spreading him wider, while the other wrapped around Jungkook’s leaking cock, stroking in time with every deep plunge.
“𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴,” Taehyung growled, biting down on Jungkook’s thighs. “𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬.”
"𝙎𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩."
“𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴—" Jungkook gasped, voice cracking as another brutal thrust sent him spiraling. “𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨… 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.”
Taehyung’s smirked, satisfied as he fucked him harder, the sound of their bodies slapping together obscene and loud in the luxurious hotel suite. He was determined to ruin Jungkook so thoroughly that the only name on his lips for the rest of the night, for the rest of the tour, would be his.
"𝘈𝘩𝘩! 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘦— 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩!" Jungkook cried out, voice breaking beautifully.
Taehyung shoved two long, slender fingers deep into Jungkook’s mouth, thrusting them in and out like he was fucking his throat. Saliva dripped down Jungkook’s chin as he sucked desperately.
"𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬."
Jungkook moaned around his fingers like a needy little slut, sucking them wet and sloppy while his tongue swirled desperately. Both his hands grabbed Taehyung’s wrist, holding it in place as he bobbed his head, hollowing his cheeks like a hungry baby.
Taehyung growled and fucked him even harder, hips snapping brutally against Jungkook’s ass.
"𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬— 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺. 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵."
Taehyung finally pulled his fingers out of Jungkook’s mouth, strings of saliva connecting them. He leaned down, capturing Jungkook’s messy, flushed face in a heated stare.
"𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘮, 𝘩𝘮?" His voice was low and demanding. "𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦."
"𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦— 𝘢𝘩𝘩! 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!" Jungkook sobbed, voice wrecked. "𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦… 𝘍𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦… 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦—"
Taehyung smirked, pounding into him mercilessly. Their moans mixed as they came together. Jungkook spilled all over his own toned abs in thick ropes, body shaking violently. Taehyung buried himself deep and released with a groan, pumping load after load of hot cum inside Jungkook’s tight heat, breeding him full until it was overflowing.
When Taehyung finally pulled out, he sat back on his heels to admire the view. His thick cum slowly dripping from Jungkook’s abused, pink hole.
"𝘚𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺…" he whispered, voice full of satisfaction. "𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥… 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦."
He leaned in to kiss Jungkook, but the younger suddenly punched his chest.
"𝘏𝘠𝘜𝘕𝘎!" Jungkook whined angrily, cheeks puffed out in an adorable pout, eyes still teary from the intense orgasm.
Taehyung laughed softly, easily catching both of Jungkook’s wrists and pinning them beside his head. He showered his sulking baby with gentle kisses, forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, and finally his swollen lips.
"𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺… 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬," he murmured between thr kisses, voice now soft and loving. "𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵."
"𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭!" Jungkook huffed, though his pout was already softening.
Taehyung chuckled and sat up, effortlessly lifting Jungkook onto his lap like he weighed nothing. He wrapped his strong arms around the younger’s waist, pulling him against his chest, and gently rubbed his back.
"𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺. 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦…" His hand slid down to softly cup Jungkook’s sore ass. "𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺?"
Jungkook melted a little, still pouting but nuzzling into Taehyung’s neck. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳… 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦."
Taehyung didn't answer, but pecked his lips instead.
"𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺," Taehyung whispered tenderly, pressing a long kiss to his forehead. "𝘓𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘱. 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥?"
"𝘔𝘮𝘮… 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺," Jungkook mumbled cutely, hiding his face in Taehyung’s chest.
"𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘦." Jungkook demands.
Taehyung smiled, heart full of warmth. "𝘈𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦."
He stood up with Jungkook still wrapped around him like a koala, carrying him toward the bathroom. The sound of their soft laughter and loving whispers filled the room as they disappeared behind the door, wrapped in each other’s warmth.