The Boxer's Doll |Taekookff|

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In a room adorned with dark aesthetics, Jungkook sat on his large, ornate bed, cradling the smaller figure in his lap. His arms were wrapped tightly around his delicate doll, his nose buried in the crook of the younger's neck, inhaling the sweet, addictive scent that seemed to cloud his mind. With each breath, he felt a heady dizziness, the scent pulling him deeper into a trance-like state. He nuzzled further, his lips grazing the sensitive skin, savoring the soft whimpers escaping from his little doll.

The younger one sat still, his petite frame fitting perfectly against Jungkook’s broad chest. A shiver ran down his spine at the sensation of the older's hot breath fanning over his skin, causing a flurry of tingling sensations in his tummy. He didn’t dare move; he could feel Jungkook’s desperate grip, the way his body trembled slightly as if holding back an immense flood of emotions.

Jungkook's hold was almost possessive, his embrace like iron, as if afraid that if he let go, his precious doll might vanish into thin air. But even as he held him close, he was mindful of his strength, aware that the younger might feel suffocated by his intense need. He sighed deeply, reluctantly loosening his grip, yet his fingers still lingered, caressing the soft fabric of the younger's oversized hoodie.

When Jungkook finally pulled away, the younger blinked his large, doe-like eyes up at him, lips slightly parted, flushed with a soft pink. Jungkook bit down on his own lip, trying to restrain the wild desire roaring inside him, a desire to devour the beauty sitting so innocently on his lap.

They were alone in Jungkook's room, a sanctuary of shadows and mystery, filled with dark, elegant furniture and an air of secrecy. The younger looked around, taking in the space, his gaze filled with awe and curiosity.

“What happened? Don’t you like our room?” Jungkook's voice was low and husky, the emphasis on the word "our" causing a flutter in the younger's chest.

The younger looked down, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. He fiddled with his fingers, his nervousness growing under Jungkook's intense stare. He began to make signs with trembling hands, trying to communicate, but Jungkook's focus was elsewhere—on those soft, red lips, trembling ever so slightly.

Seeing the older’s unwavering gaze, the younger stopped his actions, his breath hitching as Jungkook gently laid him back on the bed, hovering above him like a shadow. The younger swallowed hard, his heart racing in his chest, pounding so loudly he wondered if Jungkook could hear it.

“What can I say about destiny?” Jungkook murmured, his voice deep and full of a dangerous allure. “A few hours ago, it was just your photo under me. And now… it’s you, yourself… lying under me.”

His eyes were dark, filled with a complex mix of emotions—love, longing, need, and a thousand unspoken desires. The intensity of his gaze made the younger shiver. He felt a strange sensation, a tingling warmth spreading through his body, mirroring the longing in Jungkook's eyes.

“Wanna know what I did to your photo?” Jungkook's voice was a whisper, his lips brushing against the younger’s ear, sending a jolt through his entire being.

The younger looked up, pleading silently, his breath coming in short, quick gasps. Jungkook leaned in closer, his lips grazing the younger’s neck, and a soft, helpless moan escaped from the younger's lips. He clutched the bedsheet tightly, his knuckles turning white.

“No,” Jungkook whispered against his skin, his hot breath fanning over him. “I won’t tell you. You’d be too scared… my little doll.” His hands moved to pin the younger’s wrists above his head, and he stared down at him with a gaze so intense it felt like it could burn.

“Look at yourself,” Jungkook continued, his voice like velvet over steel. “Your whole body is trembling, and I haven’t even touched you yet… I wonder what will happen when I finally touch your soul.”