THE ETERNAL DARKNESS | VKOOK

𝟐𝟑) 𝑭𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

Taehyung's fingers deftly unfastened the cloak's sleeves, the soft rustle of fabric echoing through the tense air. Jungkook's chest heaved with ragged breaths, his body squirming beneath Taehyung's intense gaze. As the cloak's buttons were freed, Jungkook's eyes widened in alarm, his pupils dilating with a mix of fear and anticipation. Taehyung's eyes never left Jungkook's, his gaze burning with an unspoken promise, as he slid the cloak off his shoulders, revealing the chiselled lines of his body.

"W-what a-are you d-doing?" He asked, sniffling.

"You will see precious one," said taehyung as he took his cloak off and threw it on the floor beside the bed. Jungkook's eyes widened more if it was possible and screamed on top of his lungs.

"PLEASE N-NO S-STOP IT- NO PL-PLEASE!" Jungkook begged, his voice cracking as he attempted to curl into a protective ball beneath Taehyung, but a sudden jolt of pain shot through his body as Taehyung grasped his ankle, yanking him back down. Jungkook's shriek echoed through the air, his legs flailing wildly in a desperate bid for freedom.

Taehyung's smirk twisted, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he pinned Jungkook down, revelling in the younger man's anguish. Jungkook's eyes overflowed like shattered dams, rivers of tears streaming down his face, but Taehyung's gaze only darkened, feeding off the despair, his own desire intensifying with each shattered sob.

Jungkook's quivering voice barely escaped his lips: 'P-please... let m-me go.' His eyes overflowed with despair, and his fragile body shook with sobs. The sound of his shattering heart would have shattered anyone's, unleashing a torrent of tears."

Taehyung grasped both of Jungkook's wrists with one hand, pulling them over his head. With his other hand, he swiftly removed his belt and wrapped it around Jungkook's bound wrists, securing them to the headboard of the bed.

Jungkook saw Taehyung leaning closer, his face inches away, but he swiftly turned his head to the side, avoiding the intimate proximity. However, Taehyung's fingers swiftly grasped his chin, gently yet firmly turning Jungkook's face back to meet his piercing gaze.

Taehyung's lips crashed down on Jungkook's, his kiss passionate and insistent. But Jungkook's revulsion was palpable, his lips sealed shut in refusal, his body tense and unyielding beneath Taehyung's embrace. Despite Taehyung's fervent efforts, Jungkook remained unmoving, his silence a stark rejection of the kiss.

As Taehyung's tongue probed the seam of Jungkook's lips, seeking entrance, Jungkook's refusal was resolute. His eyes, brimming with tears, blazed with defiance, daringly locking onto Taehyung's, sparking a flash of darkness in his gaze.

Taehyung's teeth sank into Jungkook's lower lip, the sudden pain eliciting a startled yelp. Jungkook's lips parted instinctively, and Taehyung seized the opportunity, his tongue surging into Jungkook's mouth. The metallic tang of blood mingled with the invasive kiss, Jungkook's own life force assimilated into the unwanted intimacy.

Taehyung's mouth migrated to Jungkook's neck, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of angry, crimson marks. He bit down, reopening a previous wound, and Jungkook's whimper escaped, involuntary and laced with pain, as Taehyung's hot breath sent shivers down his spine.

"Aah~" Jungkook moaned once more, his voice trembling as Taehyung's lips returned to the same sensitive spot, sucking fiercely, sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through his body.

Taehyung's smirk deepened as he sunk his teeth into the tender flesh once more, but Jungkook's lips compressed into a thin line, his eyes screwing shut as he bit back the impending moan, refusing to give Taehyung the satisfaction of hearing his voice again.

"Let it out, little bird. I want to hear it," Taehyung whispered, his breath dancing against Jungkook's skin, but Jungkook remained still, his eyes squeezed shut, tears seeping from the corners, his silence a stubborn defiance. Taehyung's gaze lingered on Jungkook's pale face, his eyes burning with an unspoken challenge.

"Not gonna obey me?" Taehyung asked, his voice low and husky, as he levered himself up on his elbows, his gaze piercing Jungkook's. Jungkook's eyes flashed open, wide with alarm, as Taehyung suddenly ripped apart his cloak, exposing Jungkook's vulnerable form. A startled gasp escaped Jungkook's lips as he futilely tried to recoil, but Taehyung's grip held fast, his wrist throbbing in protest, already tender from the earlier struggle, destined to bloom with ugly bruises.

Taehyung leaned in and began kissing Jungkook's chest softly. His touch was firm as he gently explored the sensitive areas, causing jungkook to flinch and tense up.

Taehyung's sudden halt made Jungkook's heart skip a beat. He opened his eyes with a fleeting hope that Taehyung might show some mercy. However, his hope was quickly dashed as he saw Taehyung's hands moving to remove his pants.

Jungkook's mind raced as he realized the gravity of the situation. His pleas for mercy seemed to vanish into silence, unheard by Taehyung. The cold, unforgiving hands continued their task, methodically removing Jungkook's remaining clothes, leaving him feeling increasingly vulnerable and helpless.

Taehyung methodically removed Jungkook's clothes, leaving him clad only in his boxers. The cold air against his exposed skin heightened his sense of vulnerability.

Taehyung began by kissing Jungkook's toes, his lips moving sensuously up his legs. As he reached Jungkook's inner thighs, Jungkook tried to close his legs, but Taehyung's firm grip prevented him from moving.

Taehyung's lips traveled slowly along Jungkook's inner thighs, his fingers teasing at the waistband of his boxer shorts. As the fabric shifted, Jungkook's sense of despair deepened, feeling as though his last glimmer of hope was slipping away.

Taehyung removed Jungkook's boxer, and Jungkook's plea echoed through the room, "I beg you. Let me go." Ignoring the desperate cries, Taehyung reached for a bottle of lubricant on the side table, opened it, and coated his finger with the thick substance. He then tossed the bottle aside, preparing for what was to come.

Taehyung positioned himself between Jungkook's legs, spreading them carefully. Jungkook's fear was palpable; he had never imagined finding himself in such a situation. Life's unpredictability had led him to this moment, a stark reminder that things could change in ways he had never expected.

Taehyung applied the lubricating gel to Jungkook's entrance, his touch causing Jungkook to flinch at the cold sensation. As Jungkook attempted to pull away, Taehyung restrained him firmly. He then inserted his middle finger slowly, eliciting a cry of distress from Jungkook.

"It h-hurts," Jungkook cried out, his voice cracking with distress. The sharp, stinging pain was overwhelming, and his body tensed involuntarily. His tears flowed freely as he struggled against the restraints, the raw vulnerability and anguish in his eyes betraying the torment he was enduring.

Jungkook lay there, his body trembling uncontrollably as Taehyung's fingers stretched him. The initial pain had turned into a burning sensation, and Jungkook's tears had long since dried up, leaving him feeling hollow and numb. The fear and exhaustion had drained him completely, leaving him unable to even make a sound as the preparations continued.

Jungkook's eyes grew wide with terror as Taehyung removed his own boxer, tossing it aside. The sight of Taehyung's naked form only heightened his panic. Jungkook's body shook uncontrollably, his breathing becoming ragged. He tried to pull away, his hands tugging desperately at the restraints. Tears streamed down his face, a torrent of anguish and fear as he faced the inevitable.

"No, no-please don -" his voice was cut off by his own painful scream as taehyung slammed into him without any mercy.

And that was it. The day jungkook lost himself completely. He lay still, his expression blank as Taehyung moved against him. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, unseeing, while tears silently streamed down his face. The physical sensations seemed to blur into the background as he remained motionless, his face betraying no emotion. The room was filled with the weight of his quiet despair and the cold, detached nature of his surrender.

In a voice barely above a whisper, he murmured through his sobs, "In the end, those who suffer are remembered more than those who rejoice." His words hung in the air, heavy with sorrow and resignation, but Taehyung paid them no heed. The room fell into a silence broken only by the harsh breaths and the distant echoes of a tormented soul.

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It's a short episode!! Enjoy!! And I'm sorry if it didn't meet your expectations. I never wrote Smut before! I'm extremely sorry :(
I tried my best!

Suzomi~