Um... It got longer than necessary. Mature content ahead. Humiliation Kink ⚠️ . You should skip this chapter it's completely filth. If not, then enjoy I guess.

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Jungkook’s head rolled back when it became hard for him to breathe properly, his chest was getting molested by the man hovering over him. They had to rush back to their hotel room while barely concealing each other’s hard-ons. It was embarrassing but their adrenaline rush was quite remarkable that they crossed every glaring eye around them. 

He arched his back when Taehyung pushed his tongue into his soft nubs, trying to pull them out from their hidden voids. He pushed himself more into that tongue, just wanting to feel the plush muscle rubbing on his sensitive nipples. 

He hadn't met anyone in his life who knew how to give pleasure to his chest in so many different ways. Every brush and stroke around his nubs made him wonder if it was even possible to feel. This man has everything that Jungkook craves and needs, will he sound desperate if he just requests one more thing?

No. He shouldn't say anything. It would be so weird to ask Taehyung…

Jungkook gasped when he heard Taehyung humming against one of his nubs. He looked down, his glossy eyes finding Taehyung’s hand cupping his chest and the nub was finally peeking beneath the voids. He smiled lazily before looking at the man above him. 

Taehyung’s eyes were fixed on his chest, shaking his head before licking the nub again and again, mumbling words between gorgeous beautiful mine. 

Mine.

Something burnt inside Jungkook as his hands reached towards Taehyung’s nape and moved his face over to his other nub which was still hidden behind the mush of his skin. Taehyung latched his mouth where Jungkook wanted him to but he didn't forget to stimulate his fingers around the hard one. 

Those lips felt hungry on Jungkook’s chest, turning his all-sane thoughts into a dazzled fog. He was lying on their bed, half-naked. Fingers digging down the shoulders of the man lying above him. He was mewling too loudly but Jungkook just didn't care, all he wanted was to let go. 

Let go of every single control he has over his body, he wants to feel nothing. Nothing at all apart from the sensations his body drives through his veins. When the second nub popped up his thighs started to vibrate in pleasure, hips moving up to rub his crotch over some hard thigh muscles of the lawyer. 

Although a rough hand on his abdomen stopped his minimal motions and soon his swollen lips got engulfed by another pair of lips. He parted his lips to feel that tongue deeper, getting extremely plain under the man who has the excess to absolutely ruin him. 

And that's…that’s what Jungkook wants. He wants someone who can ruin him to even think properly, who can push his limits only to wreck the shackles of his control. He wants to become a nuisance mess, a tangled bunch of moans and nothing else. 

And the warm hands of Taehyung on his cold body were doing just that. Their lips separated when the man slid down and bit the skin above his belly button, hands coiling around his tiny waist. Taehyung had grabbed his waist in a choke hold, nails digging into his soft skin while fingers leaving angry marks. 

Taehyung sucked on the skin till it became red under his lips and with a swipe of his tongue, he raised himself on his elbows. He eyed the younger who had his eyes closed with a grimace around his lips, a thing he does when he thinks too harshly. 

It takes nothing for Taehyung to lay above him once again and bury his face beneath the younger’s neck, “What's got you thinking so loudly?” His long fingers combed Jungkook’s hair, clearing the area around the ear before serving a lick on it, “ Are you even here with me? We can stop if you would like.”

Jungkook opened his eyes quicker than ever, his head lolling back in denial, hands wrapping around the man in a loose hug. 

“Then what's the matter? You want to talk about something?” 

Jungkook wanted to deny it again, he doesn't have any right to ask about it. Some parts of his mind which still have abilities to divide the fair and unfair morals were holding him back. But the way Taehyung was looking at him makes him wonder if he can actually say it and wouldn't get any laugh in return. 

Can he trust this man with his shameful request? 

Jungkook nudges his nose against Taehyung’s head, “I feel like I don't deserve to declare something like this.” 

He heard the faint hum coming from his neck before Taehyung raised his head and stared at the younger, “ And why would you think like that? If so then… Who is going to decide what you deserve and what not? Have you given the liberty to anyone who can do this for you?”

Jungkook has always done that for so long, that he doesn't even have a memory where he had decided something on his own. Maybe that's why sometimes the simple things appear more complicated to him, something he could voice out just stuck inside his throat like a bleeding thorn. Let it be his college choice or his life partner, everything has been decided for him. The mere confidence he had in his life was when he had expressed the choice of his career and now he can proudly say that he was doing better in his freelancing projects than a five-to-nine job. 

So maybe he can gather that confidence and express his deepest desire, “What if I say you have that authority today? You can decide if I deserve to receive it or not.”

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered when Taehyung caressed his hair out of his eyebrows, clashing against his lashes. He could see the confused frown placed on Taehyung’s lips. So he didn't hesitate to explain further before he became deprived of this touch. 

“I just want to feel…..there is so much going on in my mind. Suddenly I am too much aware of everything.” His throat was already clogged up and he hadn't even started to talk properly yet.

The lust in Taehyung’s eyes was covered with warmth as his hands caressed his hair once again, “It's okay to feel like that.”

Jungkook shook his head slowly, eyes falling shut under the impact of those bony fingers on his head, “I want to forget.” He exhaled shakily not knowing how to phrase his feelings in proper words.

Taehyung’s other hand came up from his hip and cupped his chin, “ What?” the lawyer wasn't understanding what had made the younger so vulnerable in his arms, all so suddenly.

“I want you to make me forget everything around me.” 

Now, Taehyung wasn't a teenager at this point of his life where he wasn't supposed to know the hidden meaning behind those words. His pupils dilated in awareness as he took a deep inhale above Jungkook’s lips, “ And how would you want me to do that?” 

“I want…” he opened his eyes fully, tongue coming out to lick his dry lower lip before pushing himself to speak, “ I want pain… not physically but emotionally.”

“I want you to make me cry. I want to feel nothing around me. Nothing other than your hands and lips on my body. I want you to humiliate me like you… own me.” Taehyung felt the hands around his shoulders tightening their hold around him slowly.

Own me. 

Something dark bubbled up inside Taehyung, something he knew shouldn't be rising any soon but his hands curled around the black locks of the younger, turning the caress into a fist unconsciously. 

“I don't own you.” Taehyung declared that for himself. So he could see and feel that the male laid beneath him isn't his to devour. Or maybe he can devour him but.. But not like that.

“I know but can't we pretend just for today? I'm not asking for comfort, it's the pain that I want.” And now the once hesitated eyes were turning large… larger than Taehyung had ever seen them. He looked exactly like an innocent prey who wanted to see freedom for the first time in his life.

But freedom comes with a sacrifice. 

And Taehyung doesn't think they are at any stage to pretend something they are not. 

“Don't push me, Jungkook. I might say things that I don't mean, it's a phase that shouldn't be crossed with-” with what? Strangers? friends? What are they even? “things that shouldn't be said among us. We aren't related to each other like that. What if I say something really… really harsh?”

“That’s what I'm requesting from you. I know it's not ethical but what is even ethical about this treatment at all? Everything was vague, covered in the necessity of lost desires and the validity of bad emotions. I want to release some of that pain. Am I doing something wrong?”

Taehyung pulled himself back a little, he can see Jungkook more clearly now. There wasn't any fog that was covering his mind to process entirely, “ There is nothing wrong in wanting something. But I can't be the one to provide the security of your emotions.” 

“What's stopping you?” Jungkook asked clearly. He can't play in the loop of questions when his mind is testing every ounce of his sanity to either punch this man or pounce on him. 

Taehyung. This is what was stopping him. He himself. He has done that before as well and he can't recall the demon he becomes once he indulges himself in that part of his mind. He can inhale the air directly from Jungkook’s lungs, oh God! He can create some absolute filth out of the younger. 

But he should not. Yes, he should not.

When Taehyung didn't give any answers to Jungkook, his silence could be taken as two ways. One for approval and the other for disapproval and he knows exactly how he could stretch his phrases till the man speaks his heart. 

“Have you ever done this before?” He asked.

Taehyung’s eyes locked with Jungkook’s and he parted his lips when he felt that dark gaze roaming around his bare body. His eyes captured the silent nod, not picking up his racing heartbeats. 

“I have done that plenty when I was single and used to play with my flings but I haven't done that since my marriage.” Taehyung pushed his hairs back and sighed above Jungkook, slamming his fist in the mattress as if it's hard for him to focus on his tongue.

“I can be your fling for one night.” His voice was low when Jungkook proposed that. He can't be more desperate, can he?

Taehyung shook his head as if afraid of himself, “ That headspace of mine is very dominant, Jungkook. I can go really really personal while handling you. I may not be meaning some points but it will still be me. I don't want to hurt you that way.” 

“But I do want that.” Jungkook hissed when he felt the fist pulling his hair back from his nape. His eyes fluttered in need, looking directly at Taehyung. His hips raised in the air and met with a delicious rub around the lawyer’s thigh. 

“Why? Why do you want that?” Taehyung asked while holding Jungkook’s hips down once again.

“Want to be free. Free of everything… My chest is filled with so many hazards. I don't know where it comes from but it feels like it's always been there, a burden on my chest, my mind, my heart. It's suffocating me, Taehyung. I want to breathe, please. There is nothing to be scared about, It's not like It will be my first time.” Jungkook expressed his thoughts, his eyes were pressured to be open so wide but he can't lose Taehyung now. He just can't. He needs something from this man and his guts were telling him that only he can provide him that. He felt shame covering his half naked form, cock leaking in the straints of his jeans.

“You have done this before.” It wasn't a question but a statement which was enough to reflect a flush on Jungkook’s skin. But he won't shy away now, he had already emptied his shameless thoughts with his filthy mouth. 

So he nodded in response and he didn't expect the fist loosening up around his hair. He eyed Taehyung immediately and sucked a sharp breath when he couldn't comprehend the expressions of the lawyer. Is he angry? Or is he disgusted? But Taehyung expressed nothing, the mere presence of concern in his eyes was completely gone. 

Taehyung pulled back slowly and Jungkook couldn't help when his arms fell limp around the mattress. He kept his eyes on Taehyung and when the man sat beside him, showing his strong chest and abdomen all for Jungkook making his thighs clenched unconsciously, he was going crazy. 

“How have you done this before? With whom? I'm sorry but I need to know these answers, I am just looking for a normal ground so I know where I can start and where I should stop.” 

An absolute energy squeezed Jungkook’s lungs when the possibility of agreement fell on him. It made him hyper aware of his sensations again, he would do everything to fall on his knees for this man. A lil bit truth won't hurt anyone.

“I get your hesitation, I won't mind sharing some things with you.” He gulped a mouthful of saliva when he saw Taehyung running a hand around his neck. His hands. 

“I used to do that with myself.” He took a brief pause, still a bit reluctant of Taehyung’s response. However, the man was just watching him silently. “I used to fuçk myself with my hands tied to the headboard. In my husband’s absence who didn't have much interest in me, it was enough humiliation for me at that time to lose my mind.” 

A deep scowl rested on Taehyung’s mouth as he nodded and grabbed Jungkook by his waist before pulling his legs around his crotch as he looked up, “I hadn't asked for you to stop. Keep going, tell me how you used to fuçk yourself.”

A current ran through Jungkook’s veins, if not then it actually felt like it when his waist got another squeeze, “I use some toys, used to fill myself with vibrators and turn their switch to the highest before tying myself.” 

“And how does it end?”

“With me passing out on the mess of my cum. I don't know when I woke up.. usually the vibrator’s batteries are doomed to be dead.” His breath hitched when he heard the sound of the zipper of his jeans, he felt fingers around the button before it unlocked. Taehyung was smooth as he grabbed the waistband of the younger and pulled it all the way down to his ankles. 

His plush thighs trembled naked as Taehyung removed the jeans entirely. He squeezed his eyes shut when he saw a big bloch of wetness covering his boxers. 

The mocked chuckle the lawyer comes out as a disgrace but Jungkook preened under the shame beautifully. 

“I must warn you that I won't stop once I start. You can play pretend to be dead or anything you want but I won't stop till I take what I need. It won't be healthy, you can get injured, you can get hurt with my words, I will suggest you consider these things once again.” 

“I don't care.” The response was too quick as if Jungkook really didn't care for himself. “I'm an adult and I know how these things work. I'm not immature, under-experienced or naive. We have established that we can use each other.” 

“But you want to get fucked under my possession. It's different.” Taehyung's jaw was set on a dark edge as he moved down to clutch the band of his boxer. 

“I would decide that.” Jungkook raised his hips, letting the drenched cloth slide past his crotch and then around the slope of his ass before joining his jeans on the ground. He was completely naked under the man now. 

“Let me see how long you can put this facade around me, you are one thrust away from losing your mind, who are you fooling?” 

Taehyung knows they should not cross this line, there is a very thin line between the possessor and the keeper. He is placed as a keeper in Jungkook’s life only for two months, they shouldn't use emotions of ownership. 

Even when the consent is here, things will turn nasty. He knows what he is capable of and he has done a very poor job in convincing the insatiable boy under him to think properly. If Jungkook wants some things from him and has enough strength to speak his desires then he can surely provide him the humiliation he needs, the pain he wants and the tears he has to let go of.

His palm covered Jungkook’s cock fully, fingers touching the perineum while the head of his palm pressed the tip of his cock into the abdomen. 

It made Jungkook curl his hands into the sheets, he felt his one leg cupped under his thighs before raising enough to show every hidden part in between. The hot breath of the older was making him squirm on the mattress, soon he felt the first lick under his balls. His stomach squeezed and his hole clenched around nothing when Taehyung took one of the balls in his mouth. 

The air was chilled around them but the warmth of their bodies was burning in their veins. Their desires were burning and they would leave them with fresh marks on the way. 

Although nothing can stop them now as Taehyung traced his tongue around Jungkook’s, beautifully pale but red around the rims, fuckhole. Jungkook’s lips parted with an audible moan, it wasn't loud but as the way his chest vibrated under Taehyung, he knew he liked it. 

The cock above was leaking for Taehyung as he removed his palms and slid his hands to hold the firm asscheeks of the younger. Taehyung pushed Jungkook’s legs till they folded against his chest and the fuckhole appeared for him to devour.

“Why you had to fuck yourself? You could have begged someone else… your driver, your gardener, your clients. No one wanted to touch you?” 

The burnt Jungkook felt on his chest was real as the tongue prodded against the rims of his hole. He gasped when a raw finger pressed against it, he wanted that yes, he relaxed himself enough to swallow that finger inside. And suddenly the finger pulled away. 

“No response, no pleasure. It's simple, Jungkook.”  

Jungkook could only see Taehyung’s eyes and his body liked the way he was folded in half by the man, “I hadn't asked anyone.” 

“You can't ask for such things,” He tsked with a rich throat, “One has to beg for more than one cock.”   

Jungkook sighed when the finger came back and nudged the walls inside him. The tongue was pressing at the rim to  stretch around it and then the second finger came, scissoring and twisting his guts all over again. He can beg for more, yes he can beg if he will receive such burns in response. 

The man under him was devouring his fuckhole rather than licking and it has Jungkook folding his toes on the mattress. His guts moaned when Taehyung grabbed his legs and parted them widely on the sheets, all the while nudging his tongue more deeper into Jungkook.

He arched his back, pushing more onto the pressure of the tongue. He wants that inside. He wanted more and then two more fingers, this time lathered in cold lube, entered his hole. Jungkook whined pathetically this time, loving the taste of this voice in his mouth. 

Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s cock and tugged it forward a few times, pumping it till the tip leaks a gush precum again, “You know why I think no one wants to touch you?” 

Jungkook opened his eyes, mind pulling him back from the pleasure of fingers that he was very consciously fucking in slow motion. Soon those fingers left him empty when Taehyung caught Jungkook’s arms and pulled him in a sitting position. He turned him around, letting him face the headboard, back flushing against Taehyung’s chest as he felt a hot breath under his ear.

Jungkook was sitting on his knees, his knees got separated as the heavy cock hung in between his thick thighs. Taehyung took hold of that cock once again, “Because you have this.” He tugged the cock harshly, “This is useless, Jungkook. No man can get pleasure from your cock and then…” 

Jungkook rested his head on Taehyung’s shoulder, loving the tugs his cock was receiving, “I'm not useless.” his voice was the lowest he doesn't know if someone can even hear him any longer. 

“But your cock is.” It was a statement that Jungkook didn't know how to revert back. He fucked his hips into the tugs when the movement of them turned faster. 

“You should have a pussy instead of this lump. Maybe then your husband might want to give you some attention.”  

Jungkook’s hands went behind to hold Taehyung’s hips, letting his hole rut against the covered hardness. He hissed when the tugs turned painful, his hole wanting the attention of cocks. But did he even deserve that? He doesn't have a pussy after all. 

“Don’t you want a leaking mess in between your thighs? Hmm?” Taehyung’s voice was turning harsh but when Jungkook nodded his head fervently, he knew he found a painful spot to strike on. 

A loud moan echoed in the empty room when a hard slap landed directly on Jungkook’s cock, “ But you don't have one, Jungkook. Now how will a manwhore like you get attention from cocks?” 

Jungkook felt teeth around his neck, a bite forming in a rushed mark. A manwhōre. Yes, he is that. He doesn't have a pussy but he has a fuckhole, he can offer that to the people.

“If you are thinking of turning your hole into a pussy, you might consider loosening it up a little. Wet pussies are often loose.” 

Taehyung wrapped his fingers around the cock while the other hand’s fingers nestled inside his hole once again. He fucked him on his fingers and Jungkook can't help but ride them slowly. 

“I can use cocks to make it loose.” Jungkook moaned when the fingers brushed past his prostate and pressed the lump.

Taehyung hummed behind him, tilting his neck when his cock stirred in his pants, “It can work but whose cock are you gonna use?” 

“Yours. Please please I can-”

Taehyung chuckled behind him and pushed his fingers deeper, the lube against the walls was making wet noises all around. 

“One cock isn't enough for you, darling. Don't you need more than that?” 

Jungkook was riding those fingers expertly, moving his hips back and forth with an impressive rhythm. However, Taehyung stopped him by the waist and pulled his fingers out. 

Jungkook followed those lubed up fingers with hazy eyes, turning halfway to look at Taehyung shoving his hand inside his pants. Jungkook licked his lips when the lump under those pants moved and soon the hand appeared with that black boxer.

Taehyung wiped his fingers with the boxer and raised it to Jungkook, “Show me how you tie yourself.”  

With shaky hands Jungkook took the boxers and stretched them into his hands. They are wet, he won't ask if it was the lube only or… He grabbed one corner and wrapped his wrists by the other corner. He used his teeth to grab the first corner and made a tight knot around his hands. When he showed his tied hands to Taehyung he didn't expect to see the now naked man wearing a condom around his cock. 

He got pushed into the sheets soon enough, his hands raised in the air before getting tied on the headboard. 

Taehyung lubed up his cock and chuckled when he saw Jungkook stretching out his legs, “When I fucked you for the first time, I knew no sane person can take my cock in one fuck. You came out to be a cockslut after all.” 

Jungkook braced himself for the pain but he jolted on the bed when four fingers again pushed more lube in his hole, “You can't get wet, Jungkook. So I had to make it wet for me.”

The first sob wrecked out of Jungkook when he heard Taehyung’s words. His legs found a home around the man’s waist as he received the pumped thrust. 

The cock was huge even for his prepped hole. But he can take it, he is good like that, he can take two of them if Taehyung wants. He proved wrong with the sharp second thrust that left his throat screaming in pain. He cock picked up fast thrust and Jungkook moaned in desperate need under the man. 

Taehyung moved above him and pushed Jungkook’s arms into the bed. He used his cock to fuck him deeper, living the pleasure of heat around his cock. 

“Now you are as wet as a pussy. Your husband might like that but guess he doesn't deserve to see you like this.”

Jungkook shook his head with a dry sob around his lips, “ He does. He deserves me.” 

Taehyung panted with laugh as he fucked him with a hard thrust, “Yet you are drooling on other man’s cock instead. How many men can you beg for cocks?” 

Jungkook’s lips trembled and soon a strike of tears left his eyes. Fuck. Taehyung realises that he likes it when Jungkook cries. He likes it a hell of a lot. 

Jungkook’s supple body was bouncing on the mattress with nothing in control, back rutting against the sheet as his hole got ruined by the man above him, “ Many men. Need a lot.” 

Taehyung hummed and pulled back to grab Jungkook’s tiny waist to fuck properly. His nails left marks around the whole abdomen which each thrust of his cock, “ So you lied to the doctor as well. A virgin you said. Self slùts are not virgins, Jungkook. They are as experienced as prostîtutes in a bar.” 

The goosebumps made Jungkook red around the neck, his head fell back as he got fucked harder. His lungs provide enough air for him to not choke on his tears. 

“If you want I can inform all the hospital staff about your love for insults. They won't mind to fùck you in a row.”

The velvety wall inside his hole was getting rubbed against the thick veiny cock deliciously. The tip of the cock was digging deeper with every thrust, making Jungkook helpless on the bed. He gasped around a thick moan, feeling his insides jumbled and fucked. 

All the hospital staff. He can take all the cocks, he can, he will be such a good boy for them. Won't make any noises for the patients and might silently receive everything. The tears spread around his cheeks as he realised that he hadn't cum yet.

He needed to come as his cock was leaking for a long time, the head had already turned red. But he couldn't touch, he pulled at his wrists, arching his back and rubbing it against his stomach but the thrust was holding his hips in one place. 

His chest burst with emotions when his eyes locked with Taehyung. The man was fucking him while holding his waist under his palms, his tongue was out and placed just below his upper teeth, hair fleeting back leaving his forehead on display. 

Taehyung pulled out his cock and turned Jungkook on his knees, making his wrists cross around the headboard. 

Jungkook fell limp on the sheets, hips finally bucking on its own to rub on something. His empty hole was clenching around nothing and it made him cry harder, “Please.”

Taehyung grabbed his hair with one hand and pushed his head into the pillow while catching his thigh with the other, “ Since you begged like a married man.” He dipped his cock in the soft mesh of the hole and fucked faster. 

“Please, please fuck me deeper. Aren't I a cockslùt? I can take you deeper, Tae. Please.” His voice was muffled against the pillow but Taehyung heard him clearly. 

“Part your sweetcheeks then.” His hips smacked the asscheeks of the younger and smirked when he saw Jungkook actually pulling at his tied wrists. The younger cried when he couldn't, his sobs were oddly turning on Taehyung more. 

“Why? Can't even do that?” 

He knows that Jungkook can't but soon the younger starts fucking back on Taehyung’s cock, “ Yeah, that's how you take what you need.” 

The drags were bringing insane pleasure on his cock and Taehyung bit his lips when he raised Jungkook by his hips and fucked him over on the sheets. 

Jungkook mewled in between his cries as his cock busted and released a white stream of sticky liquid. His shoulders trembled with a choked hiccup, his chest felt lighter than before. However, Taehyung didn't stop. He fucked the younger on his high, ceasing his hiccups by covering his mouth with his palm. 

“Don’t you want my come inside you?” He left these words vibrating on Jungkook’s skin and the clench around his cock was the instant response of the younger with a small mewl of please against his palm.

Taehyung bucked his hips back just to drive it back with another harsh thrust, “Such a desperate slùt you are. Want me to breed your womb? Hmm?” 

Jungkook’s head jerked back by his hair and the palm on his mouth slid down to get wrapped around his throat, “ My come or your husband’s? Whose baby would you like to carry?” 

Taehyung had lost his mind at this point, all he could focus on was the way his cock was fucking this hole. 

“Yours, only yours. Please. A-ah ngh, Tae.” Jungkook was feeling completely disgusted at this point, his tongue rolled out of his lips to repeat the drags back on the thick cock.

“Perfect hole for my cock to fuck.” He squeezed Jungkook’s throat when he felt his orgasm approaching the tip of his cock, “You don't deserve my come, little whoré. I would rather lay it bare on the sheets than your filthy fuckhole.”

Jungkook couldn't even cry audibly because the hold was so tight around his throat, he didn't get enough air to breathe when he felt Taehyung filling the condom with his come. 

“No. No, please.” He choked out when Taehyung let him go and rode out his high. Both bodies were shining, beads of sweat were rolling down their neck and chests. 

As soon as Taehyung pulled out and tied the condom to throw it away, Jungkook pushed him back just to nuzzle his face into his cock, “Need this, need your come. It's mine.” 

Taehyung hissed when his freshly busted cock was shrouded by a pair of lips. Jungkook’s mouth swallowed his cock as far as he can, tongue dancing around the veins of cock, “You fucking filth.”

He fucked his throat till he felt coming closer to his next high, he looked down to see Jungkook crying silently with his mouth stuffed with his cock. And as soon as he came down his throat, Jungkook’s sobs became louder. 

Taehyung didn't wipe his tears but he couldn't help but chew down on his red lips. The kiss was everything they hadn't felt before, the way Jungkook was opening his mouth wider for Taehyung to take him again and the way Taehyung rolled them on the bed to just fùck him again.

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The plot will start to get thick with the next update. Yup, they just crossed something that they shouldn't have. Not physically but emotionally definitely. 

Good night, lovely readers.

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