Taehyung, an irresponsible, ill-mannered, annoying, careless prince.
Jungkook, the perfect heir to the Jeon throne and the most respectful and poised prince out there.
Who knew that meeting each other under unwanted circumstances would change everyt...
bahaha I know I'm cruel ^ ———————————————————— "A-Ow!" Jungkook gasped, tightening the grip he had on the sheets. "Tae-"
The older ignored Jungkook's little whimpers and rolled the boy over, letting out a huff as he raked his eyes over the glowing skin in front of him.
"Bun, you're so fucking beautiful."
"Taehyung..." Jungkook breathed, his fluffy brown locks plastered to his forehead already as he experimentally rolled his hips forward into the mattress out of anticipation.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good baby. I'll have you begging for more before you even come."
The younger whined, now pushing his hips back into Taehyung. He's never wanted someone's words to come true so much in his whole life.
"Be as loud as you want."
And then Taehyung was kneading Jungkook's soft cheeks, reaching up to kiss in the middle of his shoulder blades and spreading him open, just barely pushing the tip past him. And Jungkook felt overwhelmingly full once Taehyung's length was all the way in, snug and so good. It burned more than he was used to, but the pain felt good.
"Bun... have you not stretched yourself out at all while I was gone?"
"N-No, did-didn't want to- wanted you to do it." Jungkook breathed, clamping his eyes shut as his mouth fell open. Because dear god it was absolutely heaven when the blonde started moving, slow and intimate thrusts that sounded like bliss and felt like euphoria. They were so close- Taehyung pressing softly against Jungkook's bare back, making him feel trapped and only aware of the older's presence. Nothing else mattered, just the feeling of finally getting filled up by his love was all Jungkook needed to make him reach his limit, loud moans and bites imprinted into the pillows that left a small stain of saliva. His muscular thighs shook as he begged Taehyung for more, feeling so knotted together and breathless, he wanted to come and he wanted it to feel so good that he actually felt like he was floating on thin air.
"P-Please, please, please, I need to-to come Tae please, can I c-come." Jungkook whimpered, shaking his head and snaking one hand between himself and the sheets, pinching the tip of his dick as if it would stop him from coming without permission. Because he needed to be told too, he needed to feel the sense of submission.
"How badly?" Taehyung teased, feeling himself near as well but he wondered how far he could push Jungkook.
"B-Badly. Please Tae tell me I can..."
The feeling of Taehyung slipping out of him and then slamming back in was just so much, he needed the relief of release.
"Ah, fuck, Jungkook I l-ah-love you so much. You can come."
But the brunette was already crying out, trembling as he shot ropes of white cum onto the sheets below. He was in a daze, lips puffy, eyes dark and foggy, back rising and falling in uneven patterns as he drew in ragged breaths, and skin coated in a sheen of glistening sweat.
He looked so fucked out and even more delicious than before. The sight alone had Taehyung's stomach churning and his dick twitching as he sputtered, filling Jungkook up to the brim with warmth. He pulled out and watched as the cum oozed from the younger's hole that clenched around nothing.
"I love you Jungkookie." Taehyung murmured in between kisses that he pressed against Jungkook's back.
"L-Love you too Taehyungie."
They sat in silence and gained their breath, relishing in the aftermath of touching one another so lovingly. Jungkook missed the sweet and caring movements, but he also missed the pain and the degrading and the insults. He wanted to feel used and punished. And the dull heat that was simmering on his neck where Taehyung had pierced his skin with his teeth was a stark reminder of the painful pleasure.
Jungkook reached up and touched the mark, hissing with the pressure he added and then pulled away and looked at the blood on his fingertips. It was just a little bit, the slit was so small that most of the blood had clotted and the wound stopped bleeding. The younger pressed against the cut again, and again, applying more pressure each time as if testing how it felt.
"Bun? What are you doing? Don't mess with it too much, it might get infected."
"It feels good..."
"What?" Taehyung asked, not really sure what he heard.
"It feels good." Jungkook replied louder.
"The pain...?"
Jungkook nodded and turned over, looking into Taehyung's eyes. They were dark with lust and love, a look that the brunette obsessed over way too much.
"I miss the pain Taehyung."
Shortly after Jungkook said that, he was denied of releases, the same feeling he had begged for and wanted so much getting pushed away and he loved it. Tears stained his cheeks and he blubbered incoherent words, moaning and whining altogether. It was the best music Taehyung had ever heard, cherishing the way his love looked as he laid on his back and steered his hips in circles with one hand on his hips, the other wrapped around his overly stimulated dick, his thumb pressing through the slit mischievously.
Both of them lived in the moment, making the best of it, because after all, they were still two future kings who weren't destined to be together. ————————————————————
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