Taehyung, an orphan and mischievous young boy, fell in love at first sight with Jeon Jeongguk, promising that one day he would marry him.
Years later, Taehyung enrolls at Seoul National University, where his life intertwines with Jeongguk, a literat...
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{Chapter: Melting the Ice with a Tight Squeeze
I feel his gaze on me, heavy, as he sits on the edge of the bed, his expression as impenetrable as ever. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t give any indication of what’s on his mind. But when his hand settles firmly on my thigh, I know exactly what he’s here for.
He presses me down side way, spreading my legs, his grip cold yet possessive. He doesn’t ask; he just positions me exactly how he wants me, pressing my thighs together in a way that feels possessive, as if I’m his to take and use as he pleases. My heart races, my skin prickling with anticipation as the hard press of his cock sliding between my thighs. There’s no gentleness in his touch, only the controlled, restrained movements that make it clear he’s here for release, nothing more. I squeeze my thighs tighter around him, eager to give him the pleasure he seems so reluctant to show he needs.
He thrusts forward, his cock slick and hot against my skin, each stroke sending a jolt of heat through me. My own arousal is building, my pulse racing as he pushes himself deeper between my thighs, his pace unhurried but intense. I can feel his control slipping, his hands gripping my hips with more force as he loses himself in the friction, each thrust harder, rougher.
His breathing is heavy, his face tense as he rides the tight grip of my thighs. He still looks detached, his expression unreadable, but there’s a tension in his jaw, a slight hitch in his breath that tells me he’s feeling this. I press my thighs together even tighter, desperate to make him come, to give him a pleasure he can’t ignore.
I can feel him throbbing between my legs, his thrusts becoming erratic, more urgent. And then, finally, he loses control. He lets out a low groan, his cock pulsing as he releases, hot and wet, spilling between my thighs. His grip tightens, his body shuddering as he gives in completely, letting himself feel without restraint for just a moment.
When it’s over, he pulls away, his expression already hardening, his cool mask slipping back intothat familiar, distant coldness. But I don’t mind. I lie there, feeling the warmth of him still lingering between my thighs, my own body humming with satisfaction, clinging to the knowledge that, even if just for a moment, I was able to give him something real.}
The flashes of bold, black words inked on the page that Taehyung had read through his laptop replayed vividly in his mind. Each line brought a surge of confidence, their meaning embedding itself deeper within him. As he recalled them, he felt his spirit strengthening with every remembered phrase.
Taehyung placed his hands on Jungkook’s chest and pushed him back onto the bed. He felt his heart race, the anticipation swirling within him as he pulled away the towel that had been the only barrier covering Jungkook.
Jungkook’s cock sprang free, thick and erect, standing proudly at nearly nine inches. Taehyung's soft hand wrapped around it, Taehyung didn't looked down though he could feel the length and grith as he pump it just as he had read about earlier that day.
