Our Demons//Taekook

Taehyung-14

A fog of pleasure swirls around my head, hungry and dangerous, as
yellow spots line my vision. Jungkook slides his boxer briefs down and kicks them away until he's only wearing his bullet necklace. I try to look away, but I realize with daunting clarity that it's virtually impossible to ignore the man in front of me.

During the past week, I had to stop myself from studying his extravagant tattoos, because that would mean I was staring. And I couldn't possibly be caught doing that. Right now, however, I don't seem to care. Could be because I just let him give me the best blowjob of my life. And I don't even like blowjobs. I could deny it all I want, but the truth is, Jeon jungkook is...good-
looking. Sorry . Fucking hot is the expression I'm searching for.

He's all muscles, proportionally placed over his tall frame and broad build. His tattoos are a mixture of artistic bleeding roses, skulls, and intricate designs. My favorite is the tattoo of a serpent wrapped around a skull that covers his shoulder and bicep. My gaze flits to the sophisticated infinity tattoo that twirls down his hip and over the side of his thigh. That's also a favorite.
I attempt to get my fill of the rest of his tattoos, but it's impossible when his cock stands fully erect, nearly touching his abs.

I've often seen my teammates naked, but I've never felt this on edge around them. Or anyone, really. Then again, Jungkook is nowhere near average. His whole presence is effortlessly intimidating, but I'm far from being intimidated. It's much, much worse. I'm burning to touch those muscles.
My nostrils flare at the thought of leaving my smell on him. Not anyone else's.

Mine.

He's naked, but I'm the one who's being stripped by his intense gaze that he slides over my open trousers and my soft dick that's twitching beneath his attention. He darts his tongue out and swipes it across his bottom lip, and my gaze flashes there, and once again, I'm hit by the reminder of my cock in his
mouth.

I can't help replaying the image of the way he touched me, but more the way he looked at me. The way he topped from the bottom and handled me roughly but also sensually. That was definitely the strongest release I've ever had. Only rivaled by that time in the alley.

Sex is supposed to be meaningless, mild at best and torturous at worst. But with jungkook, it's hands down the most intense, mind-numbing experience. With jungkook, my releases breach the physical and extend to an unknown, frightening universe. And I'm hit by the survival instinct to run away. To open the door and sprint into the night, then do what I excel at. Pretend. Avoid. Deny.

However, my feet remain rooted in place as I stare back into his eyes. But because I'm so far out of control, my attention falls to his bruised lips and mine tremble in remembrance of the way he kissed me. And the way I kissed him. The way I devoured him as if I were attempting to fuse my soul with his
or something similarly ridiculous. "I know I'm hot, but you have to stop watching from afar and get your sexy ass over here, baby." He sits on the edge of the bed and grins in that slightly evil way making his bunny teeth poke out. "Strip for me. Let me see you."

My fingers wrap around the edge of my T-shirt's collar of their own accord and I pull it over my head, then toss it on a chair. My shoes and trousers follow before I push the briefs all the way down. I have a nice body as a result of all the running and working out, but I don't go out of my way to showcase it. Definitely not to the extent of exhibitionism that V loves so much. In fact, I prefer being clothed at all times. But right now, I feel a sense of triumph when jungkook studies every inch of my skin, his greedy eyes taking me in from head to toe as if he hasn't seen a naked man before.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He marvels and opens a hand in my direction.
I walk toward him, but I don't take it. That just feels weird. This entire thing does. From the moment I realized I was possessive of him, not jennie, all the way to when I came down his throat. And yet, for some reason, I don't want to put an end to it. Not now. I'll keep this up for a while longer. He said I can blame it on him afterward. So it's not on me. This is a dream and I'll enjoy it until I'm forced awake.