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Kim Taehyung, ruler of Hell and occasional Pinterest DIY enthusiast, lounged on his throne like a bored cat in a sunbeam. Before him was an impossibly high pile of paperwork, so tall it threatened to collapse and bury the Lord of Darkness under an avalanche of flaming red tape.
“This is stupid,” Taehyung announced, twirling his pitchfork like a baton. “Why do I have to sign off on every single ‘Request to Haunt Karen’s Ex-Boyfriend’ and ‘Petition for Spicy Eternal Torment Upgrade’? It’s like Hell’s entire workforce is incompetent.”
From beside him, Jimin, his endlessly patient assistant and second-in-command, adjusted his tiny demon glasses and scribbled something in his “Things to Nag Taehyung About Later” notebook. “Well, maybe if someone wasn’t allergic to delegating, this wouldn’t be a problem.”
“Delegating is for mortals and people who don’t look as good as me,” Taehyung said, tossing his hair dramatically. “Besides, the last time I delegated, the Pit of Eternal Screams turned into the Pit of Eternal Karaoke Night. I still hear off-key renditions of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ in my nightmares.”
Jimin sighed so deeply he might as well have been exorcising himself. “This is why I keep saying we need to hire someone. You can’t manage Hell’s entire civilization alone. It’s not all brimstone and wailing souls anymore. There are laws now, Taehyung. We have zoning codes.”
“Zoning codes,” Taehyung scoffed, grabbing a scroll from the mountain of paperwork and immediately setting it on fire. “This is Hell. Who cares if someone builds a Starbucks next to a lava pit?”
“The Starbucks employees,” Jimin said flatly. “They keep melting.”
Taehyung groaned. “Fine. Let’s hire someone. But I have standards, okay? No one weird.”
Jimin raised an unimpressed eyebrow and snapped his fingers. A glowing portal appeared, projecting what could only be described as the most cursed PowerPoint presentation in the underworld.
“Here’s our first candidate,” Jimin began, gesturing to the portal. The image showed a heavily tattooed man punching a brick wall for fun. “Jake. MMA fighter. Strong, energetic. A real go-getter.”
“He looks like he’d try to arm wrestle me for the throne,” Taehyung said. “Pass.”
The portal shifted to a woman in a crisp pantsuit, her eyes like daggers. “Meredith. Ex lawyer. Excellent negotiation skills, sharp wit-”
“Too sharp,” Taehyung interrupted. “I feel like she’d sue me for making her work weekends. Next.”
Candidate after candidate appeared: a survivalist with a machete, a tech bro trying to pitch NFTs for souls, a baker who claimed she could turn the River Styx into sourdough starter. Each was met with Taehyung’s disdain.
“This is hopeless,” Jimin muttered. “We’re never going to find anyone you like.”
Just as he was about to close the portal, a new image appeared. A young man with black hair, big doe eyes, and lips so pouty they looked like they’d been Photoshopped in real life.
“Jeon Jungkook,” Jimin said. “Part time barista, part time artist. Skilled multitasker. Not particularly- ”
“I want him,” Taehyung said immediately, sitting up straighter than he had all century.
Jimin blinked. “You what?”
“Summon him,” Taehyung ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Look at his face! He’s perfect.”
“You’re hiring someone because he’s pretty?” Jimin’s voice was a mix of disbelief and exasperation.
“Do you know how depressing it is down here? I’ve been staring at demons with horns and scales for millennia. I deserve this.”
Jimin pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is a workplace, not a dating app.”
“And I’m Satan, not HR. Summon him!”
With a long suffering sigh, Jimin began the incantation. The portal crackled and flared as it worked its magic.
“You know,” Jimin muttered as the air filled with sparks, “if this backfires, I’m blaming you.”
Taehyung leaned back with a smirk, already imagining how much brighter Hell would be with Jungkook around. “Relax, Jiminie. What’s the worst that could happen?”
As the summoning circle flared to life, Jimin had a sinking feeling they were about to find out.
With a dramatic flourish and an unnecessarily flashy poof of Jimin’s wand (because yes, Jimin was also a sorcerer, God forbid a demon stick to just one job description), Jeon Jungkook appeared in the throne room of Hell.
Jungkook didn’t stumble, scream, or clutch his chest like most mortals would when violently yanked through dimensions. No, he just stood there, looking slightly annoyed, as though someone had interrupted him mid Netflix binge. His black hoodie was singed at the cuffs, his ripped jeans now looking even more distressed than before, and his sneakers, somehow, were still pristine. He glanced around at his surroundings, towering black marble walls, flickering fireballs hovering in mid air, and what appeared to be a lava fountain burbling soothingly in the corner.
“Where the hell am I?” he asked, his tone less panicked and more “someone-just-put-decaf-in-my-cup” irritated.
On the far end of the room, seated on a throne so ostentatiously gothic it would make Dracula himself say, “A bit much, isn’t it?”, Kim Taehyung shifted. The self proclaimed ruler of Hell straightened his posture, trying to radiate authority while also giving off that effortless I woke up like this charm. Unfortunately, it’s hard to look casual when you’re wearing a crown made of horns and sitting on what could only be described as a goth dentist chair, complete with glowing armrests and the faint sound of tortured souls screaming from its lumbar support.
“Welcome to Hell,” Taehyung drawled, his voice rich and honeyed, like a radio host who knew his audience was there for him, not the music.
Jungkook squinted, hands slipping into his hoodie pockets as he took a slow step forward. “Like… metaphorically?”
Taehyung blinked, momentarily thrown. “No,” he said after a beat, smirking. “The literal Hell. Fire, brimstone, eternal torment, blah blah blah. And I’m Kim Taehyung, ruler of this fine establishment. You may address me as ‘Your Majesty.’”
Jungkook tilted his head, his expression one of mild skepticism, like he was trying to decide if this was all an elaborate prank. “So, you’re Satan?”
Taehyung grimaced, waving a dismissive hand. “Technically, yes, but I hate that name. So... harsh, so last millennium. Just call me Taehyung. It’s more chic.”
Jungkook gave a slow nod, as if this was a perfectly reasonable request from a man claiming to be the devil.
Jimin, who had been quietly stewing in a corner while Taehyung flirted with his own self importance, cleared his throat loudly enough to rattle the fireballs in the air. “We summoned you here,” he began, adjusting his glasses with all the precision of someone who was this close to quitting, “because His Majesty is in dire need of assistance managing Hell. And based on your... unique qualifications, we thought you’d be a good fit.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow, looking between Jimin and Taehyung. “Wait. Let me get this straight. You kidnapped me from Earth... because you’re hiring?”
“Yes,” Taehyung interjected smoothly, flashing a grin so dazzling it could probably make angels reconsider their loyalties. “You’ll be my personal assistant. Prestigious position, great benefits, lots of… personal time with me.”
Jungkook blinked. “Right.” He paused. “And you picked me because…?”
Jimin opened his mouth to explain, but Taehyung cut in. “Because you look like you’d make this place significantly more interesting.”
Jungkook frowned. “That’s not a skill.”
“It is here,” Taehyung said, leaning back on his throne. Jungkook blinked, clearly unsure whether to be flattered or concerned. “So… what exactly does this personal assistant thing involve? Like, coffee runs? Filing? Wardrobe changes?”
Jimin adjusted his glasses, which somehow glinted dramatically despite the lack of natural light in Hell. “You’ll be managing schedules, overseeing departmental disputes- ”
“Mostly me ignoring those disputes,” Taehyung interrupted with a wave of his hand.
“-and assisting His Majesty with various tasks,” Jimin continued, glaring at Taehyung before looking back at Jungkook. “Essentially, you’ll be the glue that holds this operation together. Think of yourself as the backbone of Hell.”
Jungkook considered this, his lips pursed in thought. “Okay, but… what happens if I say no?”
Taehyung leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Oh, you don’t say no. Not unless you want to be tossed into the Eternal Dryer of Itchy Sweaters.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “That’s a thing?”
“It’s very real,” Jimin said with a grim nod. “And very linty.”
“Right,” Jungkook said slowly. “So… where do I sign?”
Jimin snapped his fingers, and with another unnecessarily dramatic poof, a glowing contract appeared in the air, complete with a quill that seemed to be oozing ink made of liquid shadows. The parchment unfurled itself with an ominous creak, detailing terms like eternal servitude, no overtime pay, and a mandatory attendance policy for all staff karaoke nights.
“Standard contract,” Jimin explained, handing Jungkook the quill. “Don’t worry about the small print. It’s mostly just about soul forfeiture and non compete clauses.”
Jungkook hesitated, the quill hovering above the signature line. “Wait, so you do want my soul?”
“Not want. Need,” Taehyung clarified, giving him a charming smile. “Think of it like a deposit. It’s just paperwork, really.”
Jungkook’s skeptical gaze flicked between Taehyung and Jimin, who stood there looking entirely unfazed. After a beat, he shrugged. “Well, I wasn’t exactly using it for much. Sure, why not.”
The moment the quill scratched his signature onto the contract, the parchment rolled itself up and vanished into a puff of black smoke. A faint sound of maniacal laughter echoed in the distance, followed by what might have been a kazoo.
“Excellent,” Taehyung said, standing up from his throne with the grace of someone who definitely practiced looking cool in front of a mirror. “Welcome to the team, Jungkook. Your first task is to figure out why the Pit of Eternal Screams keeps playing elevator music. I swear, it’s ruining the vibe.”
“Wait, I start now?” Jungkook asked, clearly caught off guard.
“Welcome to Hell,” Jimin deadpanned, already conjuring a clipboard. “We don’t do onboarding.”
Jimin, ever the responsible assistant, clapped his hands briskly. “Alright, Jungkook. Before you get started, let’s do a quick tour of Hell. Can’t have you wandering into the wrong department and accidentally approving a plague outbreak.”
Jungkook stuffed his hands into his hoodie pockets. “Sure, why not. Might as well see where I’ll be filing my eternal resignation.”
Ignoring the sarcasm, Jimin gestured for him to follow. “This way. Let me show you the essentials, lava pits, soul processing units, and, of course, the cafeteria. Tuesdays are ‘Build Your Own Burrito’ days. It’s surprisingly competitive.”
Jimin had barely begun walking when a tiny flaming bat zipped into the room, flapping around Jimin’s head like an alarm clock on Red Bull. The bat screeched something unintelligible in a voice that could only be described as “demonic chipmunk.”
Jimin sighed and swatted at it gently, catching the gist of the urgent squeaking. “Oh, for the love of brimstone. Apparently, there’s an emergency in the Department of Ironic Punishments. Someone mixed up the eternal paperwork for people who stole office supplies with those who cheated on their taxes.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Is that bad?”
“They’re forcing the tax evaders to staple things for eternity, and the office supply thieves are learning complex accounting. It’s mayhem.”
Jimin turned to Jungkook with an apologetic smile. “You mind touring yourself for a bit? Everything’s labeled, probably, and I doubt you’ll accidentally open any forbidden portals. Probably.”
Jungkook shrugged. “Yeah, sure. I’m good at figuring things out.”
“Great,” Jimin said, already jogging toward the exit. “Stay out of the Lake of Lost Socks; it’s depressing. And don’t make eye contact with the interns, they’ll never leave you alone.”
As he zipped down the hall, clipboard in hand and tiny flaming bat in tow, Jimin’s mind drifted to his last task. Did I forget anything? Hmm. Cafeteria? Mentioned it. Forbidden portals? Warned him. Oh, wait. His eyes widened momentarily.
“I didn’t warn him about the Room of Roses!” he realized, groaning. The Room of Roses was notorious, a beautiful garden where the air was laced with an ancient demonic pollen. For humans, it acted as an aphrodisiac, turning even the most stoic mortal into a lovestruck idiot.
Jimin slowed for a moment, frowning. Then he shook his head. “Eh, he’ll be fine. He’s probably not even the romantic type.”
Whistling a jaunty tune, Jimin picked up his pace, blissfully unaware that Jungkook was already wandering suspiciously close to said room, entirely oblivious to trouble waiting for him.
Jungkook wandered through the twisting halls of Hell, his sneakers squeaking faintly against the obsidian floors. For a place that was supposed to be the epicenter of torment and misery, it was oddly well decorated. Marble statues, eerie yet beautiful chandeliers, and not a single cobweb in sight.
After a while, he stumbled across a grand arched doorway. A faint, sweet aroma wafted from within, and he felt an inexplicable urge to investigate. The plaque beside the door read, “Room of Roses: No human entry.”
“Roses, huh?” Jungkook mumbled, stepping inside.
The sight before him was breathtaking. The room was an endless expanse of glowing, crimson roses, their petals shimmering like molten lava. Golden vines crisscrossed the walls, and the air sparkled with a strange, otherworldly light. A soft breeze carried the intoxicating scent of the flowers, a mix of honey, spice, and something he couldn’t quite place.
“This is... beautiful,” he muttered, wandering further in. The flowers seemed to hum faintly, as if they were alive, and their beauty was so mesmerizing that Jungkook didn’t notice the odd warmth creeping through his body.
It started in his chest, spreading like the first sip of hot chocolate on a cold day. Then it grew, stronger, hotter. Beads of sweat began to form on his brow. He tried to shake it off, but the heat only intensified, wrapping around him like a suffocating blanket.
He yanked off his hoodie, hoping it would help. The cool air hit his skin, but the fire inside him refused to relent. If anything, it seemed to grow stronger.
“What the hell is going on?” Jungkook muttered, tossing his hoodie to the ground. He unbuttoned his jeans, desperate for relief, and kicked them off too. Standing there in just his Victoria's Secret lingerie, he doubled over slightly, clutching his stomach as a strange burning sensation radiated through his lower abdomen.
His vision started to blur, and everything around him seemed to pulse. The roses, the light, even the air, it all seemed to swirl together into a haze of red and gold. The scent of the flowers grew sharper, more intoxicating, and it sent his heart racing.
He staggered, gripping a vine covered pillar for support, his breaths coming out in shallow pants. “Why… why do I feel like this?”
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he vaguely remembered Jimin saying something about staying away from certain rooms. Was this one of them? But the thought evaporated as quickly as it came, drowned out by the heat coursing through his veins.
He groaned softly, doubling over again as the fire in his lower belly spread, coiling tight like a spring. His legs felt weak, his skin was burning, and his thoughts grew foggy. For the first time since arriving in Hell, Jungkook genuinely panicked.
“What the actual hell is happening to me?” he gasped.
Jungkook’s mind was swirling, the heat intensifying with every breath. His heart raced faster than he could keep up with, and his body seemed to be moving without his permission. The room around him was growing more and more suffocating. The roses, the sweet smell, the warmth, it was like being trapped in a fever dream.
And then, poof, Taehyung appeared, his presence filling the room like an electric charge. “Jungkook,” he called, his voice rich and smooth, like a velvet rope pulling Jungkook deeper into the haze.
Jungkook’s blurry vision locked on him immediately. The man, no, the devil, stood there, tall, poised, his dark hair falling in perfect waves, his eyes glinting with something that Jungkook could no longer focus on. The heat inside him roared like a wildfire, pushing him closer to the one thing he knew he needed.
“Tae... Taehyung,” Jungkook barely managed to rasp out, his words slurred, more of a plea than anything else.
Taehyung, ever the composed ruler, looked around the room in confusion. “Oh no... where is Jimin? Didn’t he tell you about the Room of Roses?” He was still speaking, his voice full of concern, but Jungkook’s brain was no longer processing words, just thoughts, all of them maddening, all revolving around Taehyung.
The aphrodisiac laden air was working its magic on him, and it didn’t help that Taehyung was standing there, too beautiful, too perfect, and Jungkook couldn’t think straight. His body was in overdrive, urging him to close the distance, to do something, anything, to quench the burning that had taken over him.
Before he could stop himself, Jungkook stepped forward, his hands reaching for Taehyung’s face. Taehyung barely had time to react before Jungkook crushed their lips together in a kiss, the intensity of it completely catching Taehyung off guard. The kiss was hot, desperate, and full of a need that Jungkook couldn’t even articulate.
For a split second, Taehyung froze, eyes wide in shock. But then, like it was all too familiar, he kissed Jungkook back, his lips moving with equal intensity, his hands coming up to grip Jungkook’s shoulders, pulling him closer.
The heat between them flared, and the room seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them. Time stopped. Jungkook, lost in the kiss, in the sensation, could barely remember where he was or how it all started. All he knew was that the fire inside him was only burning hotter with every second.
But Taehyung, ever the devil, was the one who pulled back first, his breath heavy as he stared at Jungkook, his eyes flickering with something darker. “Jungkook...” he said, voice low, almost a growl. “What... what are you doing?”
Jungkook blinked, a cloud lifting just enough for him to remember himself. His heart was still racing, and his body was still on fire, but he could finally think. The reality of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks. He was standing half-naked in front of the ruler of Hell, who was way too handsome for his own good, and he’d just kissed him.
“Oh… uh...” Jungkook stammered, looking down at himself, then back up at Taehyung. “Sorry. I, uh… I wasn’t really in control of-”
“Shh... don’t apologize. It’s okay, love, you’re okay.” Taehyung’s voice was soft, soothing, as he cupped Jungkook’s face in his hands, brushing away the tears that had stained his flushed cheeks. His thumb gently swept over the younger man’s skin, as if trying to wipe away not just the evidence of distress, but the very sensation of the overwhelming heat that still clung to him.
Jungkook’s eyes fluttered shut, the weight of the moment pressing on him. His mind was foggy, the remnants of the aphrodisiac still making his thoughts scatter, but the warmth of Taehyung’s touch seemed to settle him, just for a moment.
“Let’s get you elsewhere,” Taehyung murmured, his tone filled with a quiet urgency.
Without another word, he wrapped his arms around Jungkook and teleported them out of the room, the swirling chaos of roses and heated confusion replaced by the calming stillness of a softly lit bedroom.
Gently, Taehyung laid Jungkook down on the bed, the soft sheets cool against his heated skin. He moved with practiced care, dabbing a damp cloth on Jungkook’s forehead and neck, wiping away the sweat that had accumulated during the intense, burning moment.
Taehyung stood by the edge of the bed, watching the younger man closely, just as he thought he could slip away unnoticed. But as Taehyung turned to leave, a firm hand gripped his arm.
“Don’t leave me,” Jungkook’s voice was barely a whisper, his fingers tightening slightly around Taehyung’s wrist, a quiet plea in his eyes that cut through the fog of confusion still clouding his mind.
Taehyung paused, his expression softening as he looked down at the vulnerable, exhausted figure lying in the bed. He gently pulled the hand away, but only to settle it in a more comforting position, brushing a lock of hair from Jungkook’s forehead.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Taehyung replied, his voice low and steady, as he sat beside the bed, remaining close, just in case.
Jungkook sat up abruptly, his body still warm with the lingering effects of the roses, his mind clouded with desire. Without thinking, he closed the distance between them again, pressing his lips to Taehyung’s in a kiss that was all need and urgency.
He straddled Taehyung’s hips, his breath shallow as he pulled back just enough to speak. “Please,” he whispered, his voice thick with longing, “I want you.”
The words hung in the air, a plea that struck at the core of something inside Taehyung. The aphrodisiac was still strong in Jungkook, its hold on him unrelenting. Taehyung could see the desperation in his eyes, the way his hands gripped him like he might slip away if he didn’t hold on tight enough.
And Taehyung, though the ruler of Hell, though the embodiment of temptation itself, was still just a man. A man who had lived for centuries, a man who had seen and done it all, but how could he deny Jungkook when he asked so sweetly, with that raw, unguarded desire?
Without a word, Taehyung kissed him back, his hands finding Jungkook’s waist as he pulled him closer. The kiss was hungry, fierce, a deep, intoxicating connection that drowned out all the noise in the world.
Taehyung made quick work of getting rid of the silk lingerie set that Jungkook had been wearing (pretty, his mind supplied). It was then that Taehyung got a front-row view of those big, perky tits of his.
His heart stopped. His cock twitched. And there was only one thing on his mind.
He needed to suck off those jiggly breasts of his. He needed to feel that soft flesh with his lips and tongue and suckle his hardened nipple. He’d suck him so hard, so perfectly until liquid seeped out of his nipple.
(Infernal Insight: In the Room of Roses, there's a potent aphrodisiac so powerful that it can induce a surprising effect: even those who are not pregnant may experience their breasts beginning to leak.)
And then he’d moan for him, so needily as he squeezed his breasts into ecstasy and plunged his big cock into his folds.
It’s been so fucking long since he'd done anything sexual, and while Taehyung hadn’t had a problem with that, his desperation was quickly growing upon the maddening sight.
Fuck, they’re so full and they’re right in front of him. They’re full for him. They’re his. They’re for him. They’re right there and for him.
So he lets out a gasp as he lunges his needy lips onto his big melons, hastily feeling his creamy skin against his lips. He hastily grips onto the fabric of the mattress with a moan before angling his chest forward, giving him better access as he aggressively moves to his nipple.
And he’s sucking and fuck he’s moaning just for him. He rubs his other nipple, and his cock hardens oh so needily.
“Jungkook,” he huffs in between sucks as both of their breaths turn erratic. “Are you going to let me drink?”
“T-taehy- ”
“I need to taste both of them right now,” he growls. “Until you’re empty. All empty. I want it all. It’s mine, all of it.”
“Taehyung…” Jungkook mewls with a desperate pant.
“Say that it’s mine,” he utters. “Say that your tits belong to me and I can suck them when I want and drink your juices until it’s all gone.” He crawls on top of him, firmly squeezing both of his huge breasts. “You’ll be empty. So empty because I’ll have drank- ”
Jungkook shrieks.
“I’ll have drank all of it. Every last drop. And you’ll make more, and I’ll drink that too. It’s all mine.”
“Aa!~”
“Say it,” he demands, squeezing him harder as he can feel his erection up against him. “You’re tits are mine. I’ll suck you so fucking hard, I swear.”
“They’re yours,” Jungkook sputters, barely able to contain himself because his desperation alone is enough to make him orgasm. “All yours.”
He lays back into the mattress, chest out and exposed and ready to be sucked dry. Only before he can blink, Taehyung is grabbing his breast.
So Jungkook takes a deep breath, sprawls himself across the mattress, and closes his eyes for Taehyung to be let loose.
He nearly chokes out a scream as she feels needy lips dive into his breasts, completely unrelenting. He begins licking his nipples, and Jungkook lets out a soft, pleading moan which makes him more aggressive.
Taehyung suckles on him, firmly holding his big mound in place against his lips so that there’s no risk of him losing his grip on him, because he will empty his tits. They’re so full. Just for him to empty.
“Taehyung~” Jungkook moans, feeling his wet lips ravage him. He spreads his legs apart as his folds dampen, slowly opening his eyes.
Jungkook tastes so fucking good. Anything would taste good if it came out of him.
Taehyung's hands moved down his body, sliding them down his thighs with a gentle firmness. He kissed down his body, his lips leaving a trail of heat that made Jungkook shiver.
He smirked devilishly, and then eased his legs apart. His eyes roamed over him, his tongue touching his bottom lip when he saw how pink and wet he was between his legs.
“Beautiful,” he said, trailing his fingers over his bare thighs and making his muscles twitch.
Jungkook bit his lip, barely holding back a whimper. No one had ever looked at him like Taehyung was looking at him right now, or said he was beautiful with so much awed reverence. It made his chest tighten, but he forced the emotion down.
“Jungkook, please...” His eyes flicked to Jungkook's, wide and dark. “May I?”
It took him a second to realize that he was actually asking permission to eat him out, practically begging in fact, and he nodded. His hands finally moved as he bent forward. His breath was hot between Jungkook's legs, making him shiver, and he slid his fingers into Taehyung's hair, tugging gently.
He parted his lips and Jungkook felt the softest brush against his slit as his nails scraped Taehyung's scalp. It was all he could do not to thrust himself forward, to force himself onto his mouth and make him stop teasing.
Slowly, teasingly, he let his tongue slip between Jungkook's folds over and over, sipping at his arousal but always pulling away before he could reach his clit.
“Taehyung.” His name fell from Jungkook's lips like a plea, and he pitched his hips upward, chasing his mouth.
“Patience, sweetheart,” he whispered.
Taehyung blew across his sensitive flesh until he shivered, and then his mouth was on him again, licking him firmly all the way up and over his clit. His gasp made him chuckle, and he whined as the vibration tickled his nerves. He licked at him and into him, circling the opening of his cunt as he twitched and clenched, his body pleading for more. His tongue kept a maddening pace, not doing any one thing for too long, never letting him get too sensitive, but in no rush to make him come. Jungkook's hips ground shamelessly against his mouth as he worked him into a frenzy, his body flushed and hot from head to toe. When Taehyung moved up and sucked lightly on his clit, he had to cover his mouth with the back of one hand to stop himself from screaming in pleasure.
He paused for a second and lifted Jungkook's legs over his shoulders.
“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook exclaimed, trembling as he pulled him lower. “Oh...fuck, fuck, fuck...”
Jungkook's heels dug into his back as he slipped a finger deep into his dripping pussy and curled it, pressing up and into the perfect spot to unravel him. Taehyung was unfairly good at this, and seemed to know exactly what he needed through the sounds he made and the desperate shifting of his hips.
A steady stream of incoherent words tumbled out of Jungkook's mouth, curses and pleas mixing as he pulled Taehyung's hair, driving himself against his mouth and fingers until he came with a low, guttural sound. Taehyung pulled away and ran the back of his hand across his jaw afterward, his thumb tracing sticky circles on the inside of his leg. Jungkook looked down at him through his eyelahes, one leg sliding off his shoulder.
Taehyung's lips curled. “I’ve been thinking about that since you came here.”
“About what?” Jungkook panted.
“Tasting you.”
His finger curled beneath Jungkook's chin, tipping his head up to kiss him. Jungkook's nails clawed his skin through his shirt as he moaned into his mouth, tasting himself on his tongue...
Taehyung's hands were about to undo the buttons of his pants when Jungkook stopped him. Instead, Jungkook took over to unbutton Taehyung's pants. A bit too eagerly, Jungkook lunged forward to kiss along the hardening cock that remained hidden under black briefs once he got the fly open. Taehyung hissed as he felt Jungkook's hot breath on his shaft, stirring it up more with every heavy kiss that was placed on it.
As those hands made their way back up after disposing of the article of clothing, they massaged the tense muscles of the Taehyung’s legs from his calves to his upper thighs. Jungkook’s mouth was busy licking and gently biting the straining cock, soaking Taehyung’s briefs with his saliva to the point that Taehyung growled, “Enough.”
Jungkook shivered at the primal tone in his voice. His mouth hungrily wrapped around the head of the cock as his tongue eagerly swiped along the slit that was oozing precum. The taste of salt and Taehyung filled Jungkook’s taste buds and he moaned. Practically ripping the briefs off of Taehyung’s legs, Jungkook bobbed his head up and down, taking in the shaft into his mouth.
He could hear Taehyung groaning above him as his tongue rubbed on the underside of the shaft. The tip of Taehyung’s cock started to ooze more precum, filling Jungkook’s mouth with the taste of it. A pale hand gripped at the base of the cock, squeezing at the girth of it. Jungkook’s fingertips barely touch around the circumference of Taehyung’s shaft. Jungkook’s inner walls clenched at the imaginary stretch that will come from Taehyung penetrating him.
For now, he focused on deepthroating Taehyung's cock. The shaft twitched inside his mouth as he pumped his hand up and down to meet with his mouth. Jungkook barely registered Taehyung’s hands gripping into his hair. Taehyung’s hips started to move on their own accord, thrusting his cock into Jungkook’s mouth, eliciting gurgling noises from the back of Jungkook’s throat.
“Fuck,” Taehyung groans, looking down at the willing boy. Jungkook’s lips wrapped around the shaft as his cheeks bellowed in and out with the maddening thrusts. The sight of Jungkook with such a lewd position, bobbing his head to meet with Taehyung’s thrust, was such a rare treat. Taehyung could feel the suction of Jungkook’s mouth taking his cock in. At some point, Jungkook took his hands away and it was just Taehyung face fucking him. His big doe eyes were hazy with lust as the cock drilled into his welcoming mouth.
Much to Jungkook's dismay, Taehyung pulls himself away from his mouth.
Taehyung purrs, “Such a good boy, took me so well.”
Jungkook lets out a small but happy whimper at Taehyung’s praise. He crawls up onto Taehyung’s lap, straddling him. Broad hands rush to grope Jungkook’s rear. Jungkook sighed as he felt Taehyung’s bare hands on his ass, touching and groping the supple flesh. Jungkook’s lips clashed with Taehyung, pulling his into a deep kiss.
A loud yelp escapes from Jungkook’s throat as he felt Taehyung’s fingers roughly rub against his soaking entrance. He broke the kiss to let out a ragged gasp, feeling the fingers explore his sex as if it was for the first time. Taehyung didn’t need to push his fingers inside in order to soak them. Jungkook was dripping with his essence and Taehyung licked his lips at the raw scent.
“So wet, baby,” Taehyung teased, lightly spanking Jungkook’s rear. His fingers linger around Jungkook’s vaginal hole, feeling every twitch and clench at the opening without going inside. “So needy, Jungkook. You want my cock that badly?”
Jungkook could only nod his head. He lowered his hips in hopes to slip those fingers inside of him. The ache in his core was painfully empty and Jungkook whimpered when Taehyung took his fingers away. He flinched when he felt Taehyung’s cock start to poke at his inner thigh. “Please, Taehyung. Inside. It hurts when you’re not inside.”
Jungkook heard a low growl rumble at Taehyung’s throat before he was flipped onto the bed. The cool bed sheets on his stomach, Jungkook felt Taehyung’s body loom over him. The head of his cock poked against his entrance, making Jungkook whimper. He raised his hips, pressing his rear against Taehyung’s groin to entice him some more. It felt like ages before Taehyung spoke in a husky whisper, “Fucking hell, baby. You’re so cute when you talk like that.”
Heavy but gentle kisses were plastered along Jungkook’s lower back. His hand rubbed along his lower stomach, focusing its affection there. Taehyung leaned down close enough to Jungkook’s ear, whispering, “I can’t wait to fill you up and knock you up with my seed.”
“Taehyung,” Jungkook cried, raising his hips again to entice the older to continue. He looked over his shoulder. “Taehyung, please.”
Taehyung gave Jungkook a second to resist as he didn’t move for a few moments. Instead, Jungkook lets out a pleasing whine and Taehyung gently gripped his cock, lining it up with Jungkook’s entrance. The head of his cock started to slide in between soaked folds, searching for the real prize. Then Jungkook lets out a wail as he felt Taehyung pierce inside of him.
Jungkook’s walls threaten to seal around the intruding cock that split him apart. Slowly, Taehyung puhed inside the velvet warmth, hissing as each inch slipped inside. His grip on the back of Jungkook’s neck tightens as his cock was massaged and molded within the walls. Once the largest part of his cock slipped in, it was easy for Taehyung to start rutting against Jungkook’s ass. He tightened the hold around the younger's neck. It was a possessive and dominating hold and Jungkook happily cry at the position.
This allowed Taehyung to pull his cock out until only the tip remained. With a narrow focus at Jungkook’s sex, Taehyung watch as his cock penetrated the hole again, eyeing at how swollen lips wrapped around his shaft. His hips slammed inside, earning a loud cry from Jungkook.
Unable to lean down onto his elbows because of Taehyung’s hold, Jungkook found himself mutter as Taehyung’s cock fucked him. The pace was brutal. He could hear the wet slapping of their sexes in motion, the deep grunts that escaped from Taehyung’s chest, and the bed creaking a bit with every thrust. The heat of the room seems to grow hotter. His body felt like it was on fire and Taehyung was the one kindling the flames.
The hard length rubbed against a spot that made Jungkook’s eyes grow wide. His mouth was open in a silent scream. Taehyung hissed as he felt Jungkook’s walls tighten with much vigor when he slammed into that spot. His thrusting pace was ruined but Taehyung quickly started to aim at that spot, hearing gasps and cries whenever he timed it perfectly with Jungkook’s hips.
The grip around Jungkook’s neck fell through, allowing Jungkook to collapse onto the bed with his hips in the air, taking in Taehyung’s cock. His body was on the brink of losing it so he begged, “Harder, hyungie. Harder.”
Another low hiss from Taehyung, the older gripped Jungkook’s hips and started to suddenly thrust his way inside of the tight sex at a rough pace. Jungkook’s walls fluttered and clenched around the cock, almost making Taehyung bellowed out. Instead, he was determined to hold it in and make Jungkook cum first. His hand slipped around to find the swollen clit. His finger flick that sensitive clit, rolling it in between his fingers. He heard a wail from Jungkook and his cock was heavenly snugged even tighter in Jungkook’s walls. The walls danced tightly around his cock, massaging it beyond its breaking point. With one last thrust from Taehyung, the older poured his seed within Jungkook, filling him up until Jungkook couldn’t take much more.
Exhausted, Taehyung and Jungkook lay side by side, their bodies still warm. Jungkook, smaller in stature, nestled into Taehyung’s embrace, his head resting on the crook of his neck. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he turned slightly to meet Taehyung's gaze.
"Taehyungie hyung," Jungkook murmured, his voice almost a whisper. "What about the contract?"
Taehyung's fingers gently brushed through his hair, his eyes meeting Jungkook's. "It's yours," he said, after a brief pause, his words lingering in the air. "The contract... and me."