VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

Kill For You

The afternoon sun peeked through the slats of the blinds, casting a series of horizontal shadows across the small, cluttered room. Taehyung, a young man with an artist's soul and a gentle touch, sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by an array of paints and brushes. His eyes, a soft brown, were focused intently on the canvas before him, lost in the creation of a world untouched by the chaos outside. His brush danced in rhythmic strokes, blending shades of blue and white to mimic the delicate wings of a butterfly taking flight. A soft breeze from the open window played with the strands of his hair, painting a serene picture of solitude and tranquility.

The quiet was suddenly pierced by the sound of the door creaking open. Jungkook, his eyes dark and brooding, stepped into the room. His tall, muscular frame filled the space with an air of authority, his footsteps heavy and deliberate. He looked at Taehyung, his gaze unreadable, a stark contrast to the softness he had shown in the early days of their relationship. Jungkook was the top, the dominant force in their union, but beneath the surface, a tempest of emotions swirled, threatening to spill over at any moment. He had always been intense, but now, there was something more-a hunger that Taehyung found both thrilling and terrifying.

Taehyung's hand froze mid-stroke as Jungkook approached, his heart skipping a beat. He knew that look, the one that signaled a shift in his partner's mood from the tender Kookie to the more dangerous JK. The room grew colder, the light from the window dimming as if it knew to retreat. Jungkook's eyes, a deep shade of black, narrowed, and his voice was a low, menacing whisper. "You're mine," he said, his obsession with Taehyung palpable. "No one else can have you." It was a declaration of ownership, a promise, and a warning all rolled into one.

Taehyung smiled nervously, swallowing hard as he set his brush down. Jungkook's words echoed in his mind, a reminder of the fine line they danced on. "I know," he replied softly, his voice a tremble of anticipation. He could feel the shift in the air, the electric charge of a storm about to break. Jungkook took a step closer, his shadow falling over Taehyung's canvas. The artist looked up, his eyes searching for any trace of the softness that usually lurked in the depths of Jungkook's gaze. But today, the gentle Kookie was nowhere to be found.

Jungkook reached down, his hand brushing against Taehyung's cheek. His touch was gentle, almost tender, but there was a fierce possession in the way his thumb traced the line of his jaw. "You're always so... fascinating," Taehyung murmured, leaning into the caress. He wasn't scared, not really. The thrill of Jungkook's volatility was a siren call to the artist within him, a muse for his darkest creations. The psychopath's obsession with him was a twisted form of love, one that Taehyung found himself craving more with each passing day.

The room grew quiet again, save for the distant hum of the city outside and the rapid beat of their hearts. Taehyung could feel Jungkook's breath on his neck, a warm tickle that sent shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, as if he could capture it in a bottle and keep it with him forever. Jungkook's grip tightened slightly, a reminder of who was in control, but Taehyung didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned back, pressing his body against Jungkook's firm chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath the layers of fabric.

"Your heart," Taehyung whispered, his voice a soft caress against Jungkook's ear, "it's like a drum, keeping time to the rhythm of my soul." Jungkook's grip relaxed, his hand moving to the base of Taehyung's neck, his thumb drawing slow circles. It was a gesture that was both soothing and possessive, a silent reminder that Taehyung was his to protect and to claim.

"Where's JK?" Taehyung asked, a hint of excitement in his voice as he turned to face Jungkook fully. The question hung in the air, charged with the anticipation of what was to come. Jungkook's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with mischief. He leaned down, his breath hot against Taehyung's skin as he whispered, "JK is always here, watching."