Namjoon had always been determined to serve justice and uphold law - but when he's assigned to catch the notorious gangster Jungkook, he knew his principles would be put to test.
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TW: SMUT! *『 till 』
『 He frowned deeply as the world shifted, utterly overwhelmed by the heat of that body. The familiar scent of coffee and something faintly sweet, like candy, flooded his senses.
He instinctively cupped his face, hands finding purchase in the smooth, cold skin. He deepened the kiss, his breath a ragged rasp against Jungkook's insistent mouth. He wondered how pathetic he must look, unable to resist to his sinful hunger.
'This is an attack,' Namjoon managed to say, pulling away for a moment, breathless.
Jungkook, his eyes shining with a mischievous glint, chuckled against his lips. 'You might want to take revenge then' His words were a seduction, a whisper promising indulgence and oblivion.
Namjoon couldn't help but shiver at Jungkook's words, his body reacting to the challenge. He could feel the younger man's hand tracing patterns on his back, sending ripples of desire through his skin. He looked down at Jungkook, his chest heaving, his mind fighting a losing battle against his own want.
He leaned down, his lips hovering above Jungkook's ear. "Be careful what you ask for," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. "This might get out of hand."
"Is that a threat?" Jungkook replied, his own breath heavy. He looked up at Namjoon, his eyes dark with desire. He could feel Namjoon's weight above him, pinning him down, and the power behind it only made him want more. He brought his hands to Namjoon's broad shoulders, fingers digging into the muscles. "Or a promise?" He asked, his voice low and sultry.
Namjoon felt a familiar spike of irritation mixed with a heady dose of arousal. He liked this cocky, confident side of Jungkook, even if it was aimed at winding him up. He pinned Jungkook's wrists down on either side of his head, pressing his body against him. He looked down at him, their faces so close he could see the desire reflected in Jungkook's eyes. "Both, definitely" he answered, voice a growl.
Jungkook's lips curved into a smirk, the reaction clearly satisfying him. He pulled against Namjoon's hold, testing the strength of it. But Namjoon only tightened his grip, his fingers digging gently into Jungkook's wrists. He rolled his hips once, and the friction it caused had them both gasping. Namjoon leaned down, capturing another kiss, hungry and possessive.
Jungkook responded almost automatically, his body arching against Namjoon's as their lips met again. The feeling of Namjoon's body above him, the hardness pressed against his own, was sending sparks of pleasure through him. He tried to move his hands again, but Namjoon wouldn't let him, his grip firm and unyielding. The realization only fueled his desire further, his body straining against the restraint.
