A Love Rewritten || Taekook/VMIN FF Completed ||

Author's Note: - Well, hello there, my lovelies! 😏 Yep, it's me again, back with another spicy little smut shot because—oops—I just couldn't resist! 🙈 Seriously, you guys, I'm over here sweating from the heat of this one, and I might just need to dive headfirst into a tub of holy water after this! 🛁✨ No judgment, okay? The vibes were too hot to ignore, and my fingers were practically itching to type it all out. 🔥 So, here we are—another round of pure, unfiltered naughtiness! If this kinda thing isn't your cup of tea, no worries at all, just skip on by, babe! 💕 But for those of you sticking around... buckle up, because I had an absolute blast writing this, and I hope it gets your heart racing as much as it did mine! 😈 Enjoy, you cheeky darlings! 🌟

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Taehyung held Jungkook close on the couch, their bodies pressed together, the heat of their shared release still lingering like an invisible thread drawing them nearer. Jungkook's head rested against Taehyung's chest, his breaths gradually steadying as he nestled into the curve of Taehyung's neck. The joined half-heart pendants of their gold chains caught the flickering firelight, glinting softly with each subtle shift. The faint musk of their sweat blended with the earthy scent of burning logs, weaving an intoxicating haze that enveloped them like a cocoon. One of Taehyung's arms wrapped around Jungkook's back, holding him securely, while his free hand drifted to his own shoulder, fingertips grazing the faint red scratches Jungkook had left there in the height of their passion. A quiet smile curved Taehyung's lips as he felt Jungkook's heartbeat align with his own, its steady rhythm a gentle anchor against the undercurrent of desire still smoldering within him.

But Taehyung's hunger hadn't been sated—not even close. Even after two intense rounds, the fire in his veins still roared, a primal, insatiable need to claim Jungkook again and again coursing through him like wildfire. The memory of Jungkook riding him, the way his lithe body had moved so eagerly, the way he'd moaned Taehyung's name with such raw, unfiltered desperation—it had only stoked the flames of his desire, leaving him craving more of Jungkook's warmth, more of his body, more of the raw, unbarriered connection they shared. His cock twitched against Jungkook's thigh, already hardening again, the ache of arousal pulsing through him with a ferocity that made his breath catch. Taehyung's grip on Jungkook tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Jungkook's hips, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest as he fought to control the urge to take him right there on the couch again.

Jungkook felt the shift, the subtle tension in Taehyung's body, the way his touch grew firmer, more possessive. He lifted his head, his doe-like eyes meeting Taehyung's darkened gaze, the moonlight filtering through the window casting a soft glow over his flushed features. Jungkook's lips were swollen from their earlier kisses, his cheeks still stained a deep pink, and his hair was a mess of dark strands sticking to his sweat-damp forehead. "Tae...?" he whispered, his voice soft and slightly hoarse from all the moaning he'd done, the sound sending a jolt of heat straight to Taehyung's core.

Taehyung's smirk was predatory, his hands sliding down to grip Jungkook's ass, giving it a firm, possessive squeeze that made Jungkook gasp, his body jolting slightly in Taehyung's lap. "I'm not done with you yet, bun," he rasped, his voice thick with desire, a gravelly edge to it that made Jungkook shiver. "You feel too good... too perfect. I need more. I need to be inside you again, need to feel you wrapped around me, squeezing me like you were made for me." His words were a low growl, dripping with raw want, and his eyes burned with an intensity that made Jungkook's breath hitch.

Jungkook's cheeks burned a deeper red, his body still buzzing from their earlier rounds, every nerve sparking with the echo of Taehyung's touch. Yet the glint of desire in his own eyes matched Taehyung's, a quiet fire that betrayed his own craving, his own ache to be claimed once more. He swallowed hard, his lips parting as he murmured, "Tae... I—yeah, me too. I want you like that again." His voice was soft, a little shaky, but laced with a raw honesty that carried his need straight to Taehyung's core.