description:
_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 scene faded to black, and a flashback began to play out. Taehyung's hands were shaking as he held a voodoo doll, its face eerily resembling Hoseok's.
Taehyung's eyes were red-rimmed, his pupils dilated with a mixture of madness and despair. He whispered incantations, his voice barely audible, as he manipulated the doll's limbs.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The camera zoomed in on the doll's face, its expression twisted in a silent scream. Taehyung's eyes flashed with malevolence as he chanted, his voice growing louder.
Suddenly, the flashback ended, and the scene returned to the present. Taehyung was still holding Hoseok's lifeless body, his eyes vacant, his expression a mask of shock and horror.
The sudden knock on the door broke the eerie silence, and Taehyung's head jerked up, his eyes darting towards the sound. He quickly hid the voodoo doll behind his back, a guilty look flashing across his face.
Taehyung's gaze locked onto Jungkook's, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. He hid the voodoo doll behind his back, his smile growing wider.
"Bunny," Taehyung purred, his voice dripping with malice. "What brings you here?"
Taehyung's smile grew wider as Jungkook knelt before him, his eyes shining with devotion. Taehyung's fingers tangled in Jungkook's hair, his touch sending shivers down Jungkook's spine.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Jungkook's lips brushed against Taehyung's hand, his kiss a gentle whisper. "Can I ask, Master... why are you here?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Don't you get tired, Master?"
Taehyung's smile twisted, his eyes glinting with amusement. "This question should be asked by me," he whispered, his voice dripping with menace. "Where are the other two?"
Jungkook's gaze never wavered. "They are sleeping, Master."
Taehyung's eyes narrowed. "And what about you?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Jungkook's cheeks flushed, his eyes dropping in submission. "You know I can't sleep without you, Master."
Taehyung's gaze lingered on Jungkook's face, his eyes searching for something. He knew Jungkook was his first slave, the first person he had bound to him with dark magic.
