VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

Fucked By My Enemy [M]

In the bustling halls of Seoul National University, a young man named Taehyung caught the eye of everyone he passed. His long, raven hair cascaded down his back in soft waves, a stark contrast to his sharp, feminine features. Despite the winter chill, his pores seemed to exude a warm, tropical scent, as if the sun itself had kissed his skin and lingered there. He walked with a confidence that seemed to challenge the very air around him, yet there was a softness to his gait, a delicateness that hinted at secrets hidden beneath the surface.

Jungkook, a fellow student and Taehyung's sworn rival, couldn't help but feel his blood boil every time he saw him. The two had a history that was as complex as it was volatile, their animosity a spectacle that had become the talk of the college. They were like two stars forever locked in an explosive dance, destined to clash with an intensity that could only end in disaster or passion. Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching as he watched Taehyung's hips sway in a way that no man's should, his heart racing with a mix of anger and something else. Something that made his cheeks flush and his palms sweat.

Their latest confrontation had been in the library, a place where whispers of their feud echoed among the dusty tomes. Taehyung had been there, studying alone, when Jungkook barged in, slamming the heavy oak door behind him. His eyes had immediately found Taehyung's, and in that brief moment, the world had ceased to exist. Jungkook's gaze lingered on the swell of Taehyung's chest, the outline of his nipples pressing against the fabric of his shirt. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't look away, the sight making his mouth water and his thoughts stray to places they had no business going.

"What do you want, Jungkook?" Taehyung had snapped, his voice a whipcrack in the quiet room. But Jungkook had only smirked, sauntering closer, the leather of his boots squeaking against the polished floor.

"Can't a guy check out a book without you throwing a bitchy tantrum?" Jungkook's words were a challenge, but his eyes never left Taehyung's chest.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, trying to hide the flutter in his stomach. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm just here to study, not to be ogled by the school's resident caveman."

Jungkook's smirk grew wider, his eyes darkening. He stepped closer, the scent of his cologne, musky and aggressive, filling the space between them. "Is that all you're here for, Tae? Because it seems like there's something else you're craving."

Taehyung felt his cheeks burn, his heart thundering in his chest. He knew Jungkook was referring to the secret that neither of them dared speak aloud. His body, which was as much a source of his confidence as it was his torment. As a male with breasts and a vagina, Taehyung was a rare and confusing enigma to most. But Jungkook's gaze made it clear he saw right through the facade.

"You're the one with the problem," Taehyung retorted, his voice shaking slightly. "Keep your filthy thoughts to yourself."

Jungkook leaned in, his breath warm against Taehyung's ear. "Oh, I think we both know it's not just me who's thinking them, Tae." His voice was a low purr, a seductive taunt that made Taehyung's body betray him. He felt his nipples harden and his pussy throb, the sensitive flesh beneath his clothes growing wet with desire. He wanted to push Jungkook away, to scream at him to leave, but his body was singing a different tune.

A group of students nearby giggled, whispering to each other as they watched the scene unfold. The tension between the two was palpable, a silent battle of wills that was impossible to ignore. Taehyung's hands tightened into fists, his nails digging into his palms as he tried to regain control over his traitorous body. He knew he couldn't let Jungkook see how much he affected him.

"Why don't you just admit it, Tae?" Jungkook's voice was low and gruff, his eyes still glued to Taehyung's chest. "You know you want me. Everyone does."