Right One

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞

A/n pov:

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Loud thumping of a pair of hearts, heavy pants and rapid breathing could be heard in the dimly lit room. Moon light flickering through the curtains, peeking in the room, basking it in it's serene silver light.

On the bed, two figures lay in eachothers embrace, holding onto the hope so fragile, yet so strong. Their bodies, molded in with the others, tangled limbs, naked torso touching with every heavy breathe, sweat glistening. The older one laid on top of the younger, caressing his waistline and squeezing the life out of it.

While the younger man, laid beneath the elder, wondered, wondered just how much the elder man loves him, craves him, pines for him, the elder, hovering over him, questioned the devils in his head, questioned just how much more lucky can he get. What good deed he'd done to have such an angel — the most innocent, prettiest and purest one — all for himself, to belong to him.

The chains of thoughts broke when the younger man, still in a daze, let out a small whimper, scrunching his sweat glistening button nose, a soft —almost lewd — whimper escaping his pretty pink parted lips, sounding like a mewl.

Looking down more closely, studying his face, Taehyung took a second for himself, to discover what's the cause of his beloved little one's discomfort and took a close look at himself. He moved a little to adjust his weight, realising, he is, almost, crushing the younger man beneath him, with his whole weight pressed against his soft, delicate and small frame.

A fond chuckle escaped his plump full lips as he stared at his, baby husband, Jungkook's face turning a deep shade of pink in, what he assumes to be, embarrassment.

Jungkook, unbeknownst to him, jutted him plump bottom lip out in a small pout and puffed his cheeks out, sulking like a baby but the pink hue creeping on his neck and eartips spoke otherwise. His uncontrollable natural blush, a sharp contrast to his nonchalant, it-does-not-affects-me demeanour.

"Love"

Jungkook hmm-ed and looked up through his long black lashes, blinking slowly.

"You know, you don't have to be this shy with me, right? I'm yours baby, a part of you. Your other-half. Your life partner, your husband. Most importantly, your tete. You know that, don't you?" Those words. Those soft-spoken words that held utmost sincerity in them did things to Jungkook. It made his heart skip a few beats and stomach did a backflip, butterflies— scratch that, he felt the whole goddamn zoo playing disco pang pang in his entire being.

"H-hyungie, I'm just- i don't know, i can't help it" Taehyung's heart swelled with love and he fell for Jungkook a little more deeper, if that's even possible, at that very moment. Because- oh devils! Jungkook looked so pure, with his bambi round eyes radiating that child-like-innocence, bunny teeth biting on those soft petal-like bottom lip, that looked so juicy and tempting if you ask Taehyung.

Taehyung might hate himself for it but he did it. He imagined— he freaking imagined Jungkook, his baby, who's blinking up at him while laying beneath him ready to be devoured by him, oh so innocently, to look at him like that with him pink lips swollen, wrapped around his length, sucking it, giving it kitten licks and deep-throating him, while he'll grip his hair from behind in a painfully tight grip and thrust harshly in his little mouth, fucking his pretty mouth, forcing his jaw more wide, to take his cock all the way inside that little mouth.

Curse Taehyung for it, but he did imagined it.

Shameless and horny? Very.

Jungkook tilted his head to a side, a small confused frown plastered on his face, eyes squinted. He poked on Taehyung's nose lightly, making him snap out of his thoughts.