𝐉𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐟𝐬 || 𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤||

Crave the Enemy

The old alley behind the cathedral reeked of damp stone, rusted iron, and spilled blood.
Moonlight leaked through the crumbling rooftops, bathing everything in cold silver.

Two shadows moved fast, lethal, furious.

Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin, rivals since their first breath, stared each other down.

"Thought you could steal from my territory, Jeon?" Jimin hissed, fangs sharp against his swollen pink lips.

Jungkook chuckled darkly, voice dripping amusement.
"You say that like you could stop me, little prince."

Jimin's eyes burned crimson, rage flooding him but beneath it, a humiliating pulse of something hotter, heavier.

He lunged without warning, slamming Jungkook into the stone wall hard enough to make cracks spiderweb through it.

Their faces were inches apart.
Both panting.
Both trembling but not from fear.

From want.

Jungkook grinned, bloody and beautiful.
"You're shaking, Park. Scared?" he teased.

"You wish," Jimin spat, but his body gave him away the tremor in his thighs, the way his hips shifted, seeking friction.

Jungkook noticed it instantly.

A dangerous, knowing smirk curled his mouth.
"You're hard already," he murmured, voice dropping low, thick with heat.
"You get off on this, don't you? Fighting me. Hating me."

Jimin flushed, furious at himself, but couldn't deny it couldn't stop the desperate throb between his legs.

Before he could lash out again, Jungkook caught his wrists, yanked them above his head, pinning him with supernatural strength.

"You started this," Jungkook whispered at his ear, the warm puff of breath making Jimin shiver.
"Now you're going to take your punishment."

Jimin opened his mouth to snarl something smart but Jungkook bit him, hard, right at the pulse on his throat.

Jimin screamed, hips jerking against Jungkook helplessly.
Pain and pleasure blurred until he couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

"You're dripping," Jungkook growled against his skin, free hand sliding down, palming Jimin's cock through his pants.
"Pathetic."

Jimin whimpered despite himself, biting his bottom lip bloody to hold back more sounds.

Jungkook made a low, pleased noise and ripped Jimin's clothes apart ~ shirt, pants, underwear until Jimin stood naked, trembling, back scraped against the cold stone.

"You want to fight?" Jungkook murmured, pressing close, his clothed body rubbing against Jimin's bare one.
"I'll fuck the fight right out of you."

Without warning, Jungkook shoved two fingers into Jimin's mouth, forcing him to suck.

Jimin gagged slightly but obeyed, sucking greedily, swirling his tongue around the digits.

"Good boy," Jungkook crooned mockingly. "Getting yourself ready to be ruined."

Once slick enough, Jungkook pulled out, spat into his palm, and slicked up his cock thick, hard, veins pulsing along its length.

He pressed the blunt tip against Jimin's tight entrance, teasing, circling.

"You should beg," Jungkook whispered, grinding teasingly against him.

"Fuck you," Jimin snapped, trying to lift his hips for more contact.