The contents of this chapter were voted for by readers (on Twitter) and out of 12 choices, pretend force and bondage were the top 2 so they made a baby and this is it.
💥TRIGGER WARNING💥 This chapter contains depictions of pre-agreed manhandling and pretend forced sex with the use of a safeword. If you are triggered by any kind of roughness then I would avoid reading this. Never do anything like this with anyone you don't know or trust 100%.
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"Jungkook! No! Stop!" Taehyung squeals in an absolute panic.
"Don't you dare -you evil, evil man!" Taehyung runs faster, almost slipping on the shiny floor in his bare feet, veering around the kitchen island and couch in his underwear, lifting his sandwich into the air. "It's mine and you can't have it!" He can't stop the breathless giggles flying out of him with the excitement.
Taehyung never knows whether Jungkook actually catches him or if he always lets him.
Air puffs out of him when his back hits the cold wall, Jungkook's arms on either side of him. Breathless, Taehyung reaches up on tiptoes, attempting to save his sandwich even though it hasn't really been about the sandwich for quite some time now. It's the chase and the eventual capture that thrills him.
Desperately, making a show of at least pretending to save his sandwich, Taehyung tries to stretch further. It seems useless since they are almost exactly the same height, but even then, Jungkook is always somehow able to stretch himself further -perhaps it's his core strength.
But Jungkook couldn't care less about the sandwich.
He grabs Taehyung's slim waist and pulls the man against his mostly naked front while shoving the slender wrists against the wall in a single fist. The sandwich falls on the floor when their tongues intertwine in a violent clash of mouths and immediately, nothing else but them exists anymore.
Of course it's more fun to fight so Taehyung continues to struggle, yanking, trying to free his wrists, pushing against Jungkook with the rest of him but it's rather counterproductive considering he only finds a hard cock there against his firming one and it immediately just makes him want to give in.
"Let me go!" The words are breathless and heated. "I have to get ready to see Jimin...! L-let me go..." His eyes droop shut when Jungkook trails his jawline with wet kisses and nips of teeth right along the defined edge while holding him tightly around the waist, grinding hips against hips.
It's ridiculous how hot it is to be chased and held down like some helpless prey, ready to be ripped to pieces by the predator that happens to be the most gorgeous man alive.
