Destined by fate 💜

45. Cradled In Love

It was 12:45 at night.

Half an hour since Jungkook had been tossing and turning.

Half an hour since his body had been burning in ways he never felt before.

Half an hour since his sleep was stolen from him.

Thanks to his husband

His sweet, innocent husband, who was sleeping so peacefully—while mouthing at Jungkook’s clothed nipple like a newborn.

Jungkook’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling in uneven waves. His fingers curled into the soft bed-sheet beneath him, his grip tightening as an unfamiliar heat spread through his body... slow and all-consuming.

His thighs trembled, his stomach twisting in a way he couldn’t quite understand. His heart pounded, the sound of it deafening in his ears.

How was he supposed to stop Taehyung?

How was he supposed to push him away when Taehyung looked so peaceful, so unaware of what he was doing?

Jungkook swallowed hard, his throat dry, his body burning. His gaze trailed downwards and the sight that met his eyes sent a violent shiver down his spine.

Taehyung was holding onto him.

His strong arms wrapped snugly around Jungkook’s waist, his large hands gripping possessively at his curves. His face was buried against Jungkook’s chest, soft, warm lips latched around his clothed nipple—sucking .

Jungkook sucked in a sharp breath, his body stiffening.

Oh God.

A wave of heat rolled through him, crashing against his skin like an unrelenting tide. His nipple tingled, a dull ache forming from the slow, lazy sucking.

The damp fabric clung to his sensitive skin, amplifying the sensation.

A breathy whimper slipped past Jungkook’s lips before he could stop it. His fingers twitched, instinctively burying themselves in Taehyung’s soft, silky hair.

This… this felt…

Jungkook’s lashes fluttered, his mind clouding over, his pulse racing in his veins.

Taehyung wasn’t just sleeping beside him.

He was sleeping between his legs.

His broad chest pressed flush against Jungkook’s delicate body, the heat of his skin seeping through the flimsy barrier of their clothes. His thighs nestled between Jungkook’s, his whole body snug against him ; fitting perfectly, like he belonged there.

Jungkook’s breath came out in soft, desperate pants, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with Taehyung’s steady breaths. He should move. He should push him away. He should—

Oh

Jungkook’s entire body trembled when Taehyung sucked harder.

Jungkook’s breath hitched when Taehyung’s lips tightened around his clothed nipple, the soft fabric growing damp from the slow, lazy suction.

The heat of Taehyung’s mouth seeped through the thin material, making Jungkook’s skin tingle beneath it.

A shudder ran through him when Taehyung unconsciously sucked again, slightly deeper this time, his lips molding perfectly over the sensitive bud. His warm breath fanned against the dampened fabric, making the sensation more pronounced, more unbearable.

Jungkook’s fingers curled into the bedsheets, his chest rising and falling in shaky movements.

Every time Taehyung’s lips moved, a fresh wave of warmth spread through Jungkook’s body.