TAEKOOK (SHOT MOVIES )

HIDDEN TIME ❤️🔞💦( BONUS)

            **"Three Years Later:

The room was bathed in the soft glow of twilight, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. Three years had passed since their first heated encounter, but the fire between Taehyung and Jungkook burned brighter than ever. Taehyung’s body glistened with sweat as he thrust into Jungkook, his movements deep and unrelenting. Jungkook’s eyes were closed, his face flushed with a mix of pleasure and exhaustion, his moans soft but filled with love. 

*"Ahh… hubby… go slow, baby, please…"* Jungkook whimpered, his voice trembling as he reached out to grab Taehyung’s shoulders, trying to steady himself. 

But Taehyung was relentless, his hips grinding against Jungkook’s with a fierce intensity. *"You look so beautiful,"* he murmured, his voice rough with desire. *"I can’t help it… fuck, baby…"* 

Jungkook’s mouth fell open in a silent cry, his lips bitten red as he clung to Taehyung, his body trembling with the force of his pleasure. Taehyung’s thrusts grew harder, deeper, his own moans mingling with Jungkook’s as they moved together in perfect sync. 

The business party was in full swing, the air filled with the clinking of glasses, the murmur of negotiations, and the occasional burst of laughter. Taehyung and Jungkook, dressed in sharp suits, were the epitome of professionalism—until they weren’t. 

It started with a lingering glance, a brush of hands that lingered too long. Taehyung’s eyes darkened with desire, and before Jungkook could protest, he was being led away from the crowd, down a quiet hallway, and into the secluded sanctuary of the bathroom. 

The door clicked shut behind them, and Taehyung wasted no time. His hands were on Jungkook’s waist, pushing him against the cool tile wall, his lips crashing against Jungkook’s in a heated kiss. Jungkook moaned into the kiss, his hands tangling in Taehyung’s hair as he surrendered to the passion that had been simmering between them all evening. 

*"Tae—we can’t—"* Jungkook gasped, but his protest was cut short as Taehyung’s hands slipped under his shirt, fingers tracing the lines of his body. 

*"I can’t control myself,"* Taehyung growled, his voice low and rough with desire. *"You’re too fucking tempting."* 

And then they were lost—lost in the heat of their passion, the world outside forgotten. Taehyung’s thrusts were deep and relentless, his hands gripping Jungkook’s hips as he drove into him with a fierce intensity. Jungkook’s moans were muffled by the hand Taehyung clamped over his mouth, his body trembling with the force of his pleasure. 

Two hours passed in a blur of sweat and heat, their bodies moving together in perfect sync. The sound of their passion echoed off the bathroom walls, but they were too lost in each other to care.

The room was filled with the sound of heavy breaths and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Taehyung had turned Jungkook around, pressing him against the wall as he thrust into him with a fervor that left Jungkook trembling. Jungkook’s eyes were closed, his face flushed with a mix of lust and exhaustion, but as Taehyung’s words broke through the haze of pleasure, Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, glaring at his husband. 

*"Fuck, baby doll,"* Taehyung growled, his voice rough with desire. 

Jungkook’s glare deepened, his voice sharp despite the breathlessness. *"You know what? I’m starting to think you’ve become a sex-addicted husband. Day to day, it’s like you can’t control yourself. Remember when we used to only do it on our wedding night and then straight after seven years? Now, it’s every year I end up pregnant. At least have some shame, Kim. We’ve got two kids—a five-year-old and a three-year-old—and here you are, acting like a teenager."*