𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 「ᴛᴀᴇᴊɪɴᴋᴏᴏᴋ」

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟽 - ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴜɴɪᴛᴇ 🔞

As my eyes were heavier than if he had barely hit my head against the wall, my body was oddly sensitive to the touch. The once soft touches or smudges of his fingers now felt like burns and scratches trailing across my heated skin. I winced every time he touched my hole, feeling it tighten and open around nothing, his teasing bringing me on edge. Slowly rising from my thighs, his hands reached my cheeks, cupping them before his thumbs pressed under my bottom lip, near my chin, pulling it down, causing my mouth to drop open. I could feel his breath getting warmer and heavier, imagining the closeness of our faces again. I flinched in confusion as he continued to grab my cheeks but pulled away, the warmth of his skin no longer radiating to mine.

A whisper gently crossed my face. "Keep your mouth open for me, boy...wide open and tongue out." His fingers loosened a bit, but still held my head and tilted back as the cold air slid straight into my throat and penetrating my wet tongue.

With a painful effort, I opened my eyes, looking at him and noticing the corner of his mouth, just above mine. The instinct was obviously to nod my head, his grip tightening once again, making me squeal and follow his command. As I slowly opened my mouth, his eyes seemed to fixate on mine even more insistently.

"Come on, come on... stick your tongue out now, stick it all out and open your throat for me." He said he stroked my bottom lip and chin with his thumbs, circling them heavily. I flinched before my body started shaking nonstop. As I listened to his words again, I let my tongue slide more and more until it came completely out of my mouth. He tilted his head and whispered in amusement.

"Good boy, what a beautiful sight, don't you think? What if I fill your pretty throat now? Wide open for me to walk around in..." He smiled and lowered his thumbs as his other fingers squeezed and gripped my head.

"Hmm ...

Shhh now. Rest." He said, leaving one hand on my jaw, he caught and pulled my head even higher, his other hand slipped with only two fingers. He rubbed it all along my tongue and brought me and almost groaned before it flows hard, immediately pierces it in my neck and instantly making me gag and spit the whole drool.

"So tight ... Open again, let me stretch your throat, little Jungkook." I shook my head a few times, his clean fingers squeezing and motioning for me to comply, which I did, startled by his looks that followed.

"Here..." he said as he began to push his fingers down again.

"Hmm...down...and-" He paused for a moment before thrusting his fingers in again, deeper this time, and pulled them out when I coughed again, spilling the liquid over the sheets and all over my mouth. He took his fingers around his neck and jaw and left the wet stains everywhere before holding my head again. This time something has settled in me. He whispered and looked at him, the horror visibly flooded his eyes. "W- what are you doing -..."

In response, he smiled. His hands went down to my neck, squeezing it and pressed it against the mattress, sinking my body into the bed, the friction was the one who helped him balance as he positioned himself on the edge of the bed next to my knees.

I choked and cried out weakened by his sudden firm grip, soon noticing him leaning all the way over me, his mouth closest and right over mine once again. As I gasped, it gave him the perfect opportunity to drop a drop of saliva from his mouth, spitting it out and aiming it right down my throat. I gagged both from the wetness and from his hands now gripping my neck, all my breaths turning to squeaks.

I shook my head, struggling to get away from his grip, a cry of agony leaving my lips as it was slowly traveling down close to my airways, sending me to enter a state of panic. My heart was beating wildly, all my body screaming for release. Instead, he gripped my neck and pulled me up, spreading my legs with his knees, climbing in bed right in front of me, his body trapping me against the wall and himself. I could finally swallow, but the thought of what I was swallowing sent shivers through my limbs, my thighs which were straddling the bed trembling harder. His hands travelled up to my mouth, only one going down between my thighs, pressing on my bare cock and balls, squeezing them roughly.