Seven Days A Week🔞 ✓

🔞Epilogue🔞

✯𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙮✯

The sun peeking through the curtains, casting a soft glow on their sweat-slicked bodies. Jungkook's grip on Taehyung's hips is firm, his thrusts deep and rhythmic, their bodies moving in perfect harmony like a well-rehearsed dance. The sound of their skin slapping together and their muffled moans fill the room, a symphony of love and desire that echoes in their hearts.

Taehyung's eyes are squeezed shut, his cheeks flushed as he takes Jungkook's length, his throat working to accommodate the delicious intrusion. His hands are fisted in the bedsheets, knuckles white with the effort of holding back his own cries of pleasure. Jungkook's strokes are punctuated with the sound of their heavy breathing, the headboard knocking gently against the wall in a steady, sensual rhythm.

"You're so beautiful like this," Jungkook whispers, his voice a warm caress against Taehyung's ear. Taehyung shudders at the words, his hips moving of their own accord to meet Jungkook's thrusts. He can feel Jungkook's hand in his hair, guiding him, controlling the pace. It's a heady feeling, one that makes him feel both powerful and vulnerable all at once.

The sun streams through the gap in the curtains, casting a golden light across the room. It catches the beads of sweat on Jungkook's chest, making them glisten like jewels. Taehyung's eyes are drawn to the sight, watching as Jungkook's muscles tense and release with each movement. He feels so alive, so alive in this moment, that it's almost too much to bear.

Their eyes lock, and Jungkook's gaze is filled with a fiery passion that ignites something deep within Taehyung. He opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a breathy moan as Jungkook hits that perfect spot inside him. Jungkook smirks, knowing exactly what he's doing to Taehyung. He leans down, capturing Taehyung's bottom lip between his teeth and giving it a gentle tug before plunging his tongue into his mouth.

✯𝙏𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙙𝙖𝙮✯

The air in their apartment is thick with the scent of arousal, a potent reminder of their endless week of love. The room is a whirlwind of limbs and tangled sheets as they continue to explore each other's bodies, the intensity of their connection growing stronger with each passing hour. The light outside shifts from the gentle kiss of dawn to the warm embrace of afternoon, but neither of them seems to care. Time is irrelevant when they're lost in the throes of passion.

Jungkook's hands roam over Taehyung's torso, tracing the contours of his abs and chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. His touch is feather-light, a stark contrast to the demanding force of his hips. Taehyung gasps into the kiss, arching his back to give Jungkook better access, his body craving the friction. They're a canvas of want, painting a picture of desire with every stroke and caress.

Their kiss deepens, tongues dancing together in a silent conversation of love. Jungkook's grip on Taehyung's hips tightens, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he feels Taehyung's body start to quiver around him. The sound of their breath mingling is the only thing that pierces the quiet, a testament to the power of their connection.

Taehyung's eyes flutter open, and he looks up at Jungkook with a mix of adoration and desperation. Jungkook reads the unspoken plea in those pools of brown, and he knows exactly what Taehyung needs. He reaches down, his thumb brushing over Taehyung's swollen tip, and begins to stroke in time with his thrusts.

Taehyung's moans become louder, more insistent, his hips jerking up to meet Jungkook's hand. The dual sensations of Jungkook's cock filling him and his skilled fingers working him are almost too much, and Taehyung feels his orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatens to consume him. Jungkook's strokes become faster, more deliberate, and Taehyung knows he's close, so close.