Hyungie plaything {Jikook}

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⚠️Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content, vulgar language, including the use of sex toys, proceed at your own risk.🤨
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"I don't know what's worse, losing you or losing myself while trying to keep you."

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The moonlit breeze drifted through the trees, whispering softly as if the earth itself were breathing. Gentle voices echoed in the stillness, while the leaves swayed and cast delicate shadows on the ground.

"Take the damn shot already, Taehyung! What the hell are you waiting for, you useless..." Jungkook's voice broke with heat and desperation, snarling through clenched teeth towards Taehyung, who stood frozen for a moment, then snapped out of it.

His stunned expression vanished, replaced by something unreadable, as he took a step forward, closing the gap between them.

Between Jimin's spread thighs, just below his beautiful penis, Jungkook's three thickened, slick-dripping fingers pumped and plunged relentlessly in and out of Jimin's stretched-open, ruinedly aching hole, each push deeper than the last, dragging out a shattered, hiccupped whimper from the boy's glossed, tremble-touched lips.

Jimin lay sprawled helplessly in the dew-drenched grass, his damp, tangled golden hair fanning out like a blasphemous, haloed mess around his flushed, sweat-slick face.

That crimson robe of his, silk-soft and now utterly useless, hung from his sides like a forgotten relic, baring his pale, perfect, gasp-shivering body, tender, taken, and trembling beneath the night sky.

His cream-drenched thighs quivered wide, shamelessly spread around the harsh curve of Jungkook's hips, the rest of his fragile body jolting, bouncing, squirming like a desperate, over-fucked doll beneath every ruthless, punishing thrust, utterly surrendered, irreparably undone, and deeply owned.

"Give it a damned minute, this isn't easy," Taehyung shouted hoarsely through gritted teeth, dropping to his knees in the soaked grass in front of them. One hand clutched the syringe, held upright before his face like it was their final shot at survival.

"I never fucking imagined I'd get caught up in shit like this... Feels like I'm stuck in some goddamn porno. When the fuck did I say yes to any of this?" he muttered to himself, just loud enough to be heard, then looked up, straight into Jungkook's face, who was already staring at him with an unreadable expression.

"Say that one more fucking time. I swear to God." Jungkook tsked coldly, one brow raised. Taehyung's lips clamped shut, his eyes lowering as he quietly angled the syringe downward, shifting his attention back to the task at hand without another word.

"We don't have the luxury of wasting time," Jungkook snapped back in a low voice, jerking his head away from Taehyung, his eyes narrowing into a cold, piercing gaze that could freeze anyone in place. "Do your damn job. Now."

Taehyung swallowed hard, glancing at the phone in his other hand, which displayed the time, 10 PM. He stared at it for a moment too long before slipping it back into his pocket with trembling fingers.

The moment he looked up, he was hit by the suffocating heat of Jungkook's gaze, not cold, not mocking... but molten. Seductive.

That glare wasn't for him, it was locked solely on Jimin, and as Taehyung followed it, he saw exactly why.

There Jimin lay, his body flushed a deep, full red, chest heaving with every ragged breath. Overstimulated and trembling, slick skin catching the low light. Writhing. Helpless beneath it all.