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_Title:_ "onsdhots"
_Genre:_ BTS Fanfic, 18+ OneShots, Romance, Erotica
_Description:_ it is a collection of steamy OneShots featuring the iconic BTS duo, Taehyung x Jungkook. Each episode is a self-contained tale of passion, love, and...
The darkness of the night was illuminated only by the faint glow of the dummy lighter, casting flickering shadows on the walls of the wooden mansion. Taehyung emerged from the shadows, his chiseled physique accentuated by the dim light. He wore only a pair of sweatpants, his chest bare and gleaming with a subtle sheen of sweat.
The wooden mansion, nestled deep within the woody forest mountain areas, was Taehyung's secluded sanctuary. The only house for miles around, it stood as a testament to Taehyung's desire for solitude and control. The trees surrounding the mansion seemed to lean in, as if guarding secrets and protecting Taehyung's private world.
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As Taehyung moved through the mansion, his footsteps echoed off the wooden beams, the only sound breaking the silence of the night. His eyes gleamed with a knowing glint, his thoughts consumed by the two young men waiting for him, their bodies adorned with piercings and collars, symbols of their submission to his every whim. Taehyung's voice echoed through the mansion, his tone low and husky. "Jungkook!! Jimin!! Come here." He smirked to himself, knowing exactly what he had done to them. "Nothing much, just a little black magic," he whispered, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Jungkook and Jimin appeared in the kitchen, their movements almost robotic. Jimin's eyes were still dull, his gaze submissive as he approached Taehyung. He wore a netty long shirt, the fabric clinging to his body, revealing every curve and contour. The shirt was transparent, and it was clear that Jimin wasn't wearing any undergarments. Taehyung's smirk grew wider as he reached out and grabbed Jimin, pulling him close.
Jungkook stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the scene before him. His gaze was a mixture of fear and longing, his mind trapped in the web of Taehyung's magic. Taehyung's fingers danced across Jimin's piercings, sending shivers down his spine. "If you both will be good puppets of mine," Taehyung whispered, his breath hot against Jimin's ear, "I will be happy."
Jungkook, who had been watching the scene unfold, took a step back, his eyes fixed on Taehyung's face. But before he could take another step, Taehyung's hand shot out, grabbing Jungkook's shirt and pulling him back.
"Where do you think you're going, my bunny?" Taehyung asked, his voice low and husky.
Jungkook's eyes locked onto Taehyung's face, his gaze burning with desire. "You didn't call me master," Jungkook said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Taehyung's smirk grew wider as he pulled Jungkook closer. "You are my first," Taehyung whispered, his lips brushing against Jungkook's ear. "And I want you every second, right in front of my eyes."
Jungkook's eyes flashed with lust as he gazed at Taehyung. He leaned in, his lips meeting Taehyung's in a passionate kiss.
As they kissed, Taehyung's hand reached out, caressing Jimin's ass. Jimin's eyes, still glazed over from the piercings, locked onto Taehyung's face, his expression submissive.
The air was thick with tension, the only sound the soft moans and whispers of the three men. Taehyung's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he gazed at his two puppets, his mind consumed by the dark desires that drove him. Taehyung's smile grew wider as he gestured to the dinner table. "Well, the dinner is ready. Let's eat," he said, his voice dripping with innocence.
