CLAUSE 27

56-II [M]

Third Person Pov

Taehyung's leg brushed the couch, and Jungkook's dark eyes snapped to him, full of fire and hunger. He didn't hesitate closing the distance between them

"Turn around," he ordered, voice low, dangerous. Taehyung gulped, heart hammering, knowing exactly what was coming.

Before he could react, Jungkook shoved him forward. Taehyung stumbled, hands clenching the couch, trying to steady himself, but it was useless. Jungkook was already behind him, his grip firm, unrelenting.

"You left me," Jungkook growled into his ear, teeth grazing the shell. "In the middle. Do you have any idea how fucking angry that made me?"

Taehyung swallowed hard, trembling. "I-I'm sorry..."

"Shut up." Jungkook's hand slammed down hard across Taehyung's ass, leaving a sharp sting that made him yelp. "You're going to pay for that like a weak little slut you are." He pulled Taehyung's trousers down just enough to expose him, smacking him again.

Taehyung whimpered, his cheek pressing against the couch. His body betrayed him, arching instinctively under the pain, heat pooling between his thighs despite the sting.

Jungkook's fingers found his mouth before Taehyung could speak. "Suck," he ordered, sliding two fingers inside, making Taehyung choke, gag, and shiver. Saliva dripped down as he sucked obediently, eyes watering, cheeks flushed.

"You're pathetic," Jungkook hissed, voice low and cruel. "Such a desperate little thing, already ruined for me, and now you're begging for my fingers like this?"

Taehyung's throat worked, but no words came... only muffled moans around Jungkook's fingers.

"Do you have any lube?" Jungkook asked suddenly, his voice sharp.

Taehyung shook his head weakly.

"Good," Jungkook growled. "Because I wouldn't use it anyway. I want you raw, and I want you feeling every bit of me. Every. Single. Fucking. Inch."

He pulled his fingers from Taehyung's mouth, letting the remnants of saliva fall down his jaw, marking him again.

Then he tugged Taehyung's shirt off one shoulder, exposing the hickies he had left, kissed across them, teeth grazing his skin. Taehyung's breath hitched, shaky and uneven.

Jungkook's fingers moved deliberately down, sliding into his entrance in slow, torturous circles. "Feel that?" he whispered against his neck. "That's punishment. For leaving me. For thinking you can get away."

Taehyung moaned weakly, the sound barely audible. "I... please..."

"No," Jungkook growled, tightening his hold. "You don't get to beg yet. You get to feel. You get to suffer. And you get to remember who owns you."

Taehyung's legs trembled as Jungkook's hand continued its slow, punishing movements, rubbing him, teasing him, humiliating him. His chest heaved, mind hazy from exhaustion, shame, and desire.

" I'm sorry..." Taehyung choked out, voice cracking.

Jungkook smirked darkly, pressing a kiss into his shoulder. His fingers circled harder, thumb pressing at the right spot, making Taehyung shiver uncontrollably.

Jungkook's hand tightened, his fingers never stopping their torturous circling, while his free hand gripped Taehyung's hair, tilting his head back.

Taehyung's body trembled, eyes watering, throat tight, as he surrendered fully, utterly ruined under Jungkook's possession, punishment, and control.

And then Jungkook pulled his own trousers down, pressing himself flush against Taehyung's ass. The hardness against him made Taehyung gulp. "You're... so shameless," he whispered, his voice trembling.

Jungkook smirked, brushing himself against Taehyung's ass, letting the friction draw a shiver from him.

"Coming from the one who is dying for me to fuck him." Jungkook murmured, tilting Taehyung's head, capturing his lips in a forceful kiss. Taehyung's knees went weak as he melted into the kiss, the heat building with every movement.

Jungkook's tongue slipped in, exploring every inch, teasing, claiming. Taehyung's hands instinctively curled into fists, digging into Jungkook's shoulders as he felt himself slowly being taken.

And then

The sensation of Jungkook entering him sent a jolt through his entire body, and he gasped, air leaving his lungs.

Jungkook pulled back slightly, just enough to smirk against Taehyung's lips, letting the tension linger. Then, with a smooth motion, he bent Taehyung forward, pressing deeper.

Taehyung's cries were muffled by the hand Jungkook placed over his mouth.

"Lower your voice... our little son is sleeping." Jungkook murmured, his lips brushing Taehyung's ear, sending goosebumps across his skin.

Taehyung closed his eyes tightly, biting his lip, feeling the stretch, the fullness, the sharp delicious ache of being taken completely.

His body quivered with each thrust, every movement from Jungkook igniting a fire deep inside him.

The mixture of pleasure and tension left him dizzy, helpless, consumed by the intensity of the moment.

Jungkook leaned closer, nuzzling the back of Taehyung's neck, whispering teasingly, "My needy little thing."

Taehyung could only shiver in response, his mind blank with sensation, entirely lost in Jungkook, in the heat, in the forbidden thrill of being so exposed, so claimed, so alive.

Jungkook slammed into Taehyung , gripping his hips with an unyielding force. Every thrust was hard, precise, and punishing, driving Taehyung into the mattress. His body shook uncontrollably, breath ragged, as he tried to brace himself, but there was no stopping Jungkook.

Hands clawed at the fabric of the couch, fingers digging in as Jungkook twisted him just enough to stretch him further, pushing him to his limits. The couch creaked under the pressure, the rhythm relentless, brutal, consuming.

Jungkook's mouth found the back of Taehyung's neck, biting, sucking, marking him. The sensation sent shivers down Taehyung's spine, every nerve alight with pain and pleasure mingled. His moans were muffled, broken, as Jungkook's hands and body controlled every movement.

Each thrust drove deeper pulling gasps and whimpers from Taehyung. He arched, trembling, caught between burning desire and humiliation, his body bending exactly to Jungkook's will.

Jungkook adjusted his angle, finding the spot that made Taehyung cry out, mercilessly punishing him for every shiver, every gasp. His grip tightened, fingers digging into Taehyung's hips as he drove in without pause, relentless, leaving him raw and exposed.

"Aahfck..." Taehyung's back arched uncontrollably, head thrown back, breath catching in broken gasps. Every movement left him trembling, every thrust stripping him further of control, leaving only the sensation of being entirely dominated.

Jungkook's pace never faltered, his body pressed flush against Taehyung's, every thrust precise, punishing, consuming. Taehyung's hands gripped, nails biting into the fabric as he surrendered completely, his body alive with fire and ache, utterly undone under Jungkook's control.

Jungkook changed the position as he pushed him down onto the cushions, straddling his thighs.

His hands gripped Taehyung's hips tightly, tilting him just enough so he could drive in again. Taehyung gasped, nails digging into the couch fabric, body arching as he tried to adjust, but Jungkook controlled every movement.

"You're so desperate for me, aren't you?" Jungkook sneered, his voice low and rough. "Look at you... trembling like a little bitch in heat."

Taehyung whimpered, heat and shame mingling. "I... I can't-" he gasped, trying to form words, but Jungkook leaned close, biting his shoulder.

"You can't what? Speak? Move? Resist?" Jungkook taunted, thrusting harder. "Good. That's exactly how I like it."

Taehyung's body arched violently, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Jungkook's hands roamed over him roughly, holding him in place, adjusting his hips, punishing him with every thrust.

"Look at you," Jungkook murmured, leaning in, lips brushing Taehyung's ear. "So small... so weak. You love this, don't you? You love being taken like a little slut."

Taehyung's whimpers turned into soft cries, body trembling beneath Jungkook. "I... I..." he tried to protest, but the words caught in his throat. Jungkook's smirk pressed against him, a silent warning.

"You don't get to speak," Jungkook said sharply, driving in again, faster, harder. "Shut the fck up and take it. I'll decide when you can breathe, when you can move... when you can even think."

Taehyung shivered violently, helpless beneath him, utterly consumed by Jungkook's words.

The couch creaked under their combined weight as Jungkook adjusted slightly, leaning forward to bite lightly at Taehyung's neck, sending jolts of pain and pleasure through him.

Taehyung's hands dug into the cushions, nails tearing fabric as he trembled, body shaking, caught completely in Jungkook's control. Evvery degrading word drove him further into submission, leaving him raw, exposed, and aching with need.

The pain of pleasure pulsed through Taehyung as Jungkook thrust deeper and harder, each movement sending shivers down his spine.

"Aah... hmm," he moaned, his fingers digging into Jungkook's shoulders as he struggled to keep himself upright. Instinctively, he began unbuttoning Jungkook's shirt, revealing the smooth skin beneath, every inch of him making Taehyung's pulse race.

Jungkook's platinum chain brushed against Taehyung's face with every thrust, tickling and teasing him, driving him almost to the edge.

Taehyung bit his lip, a soft whine escaping as Jungkook pulled him closer, wrapping Taehyung's thighs tightly around his waist.

The couch felt impossibly small, but the closeness, the heat, the friction, it all amplified every sensation, every sharp, delicious ache.

Taehyung's chest rose and fell rapidly, his head spinning from the mixture of pain and pleasure. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the warmth, the weight, and the relentless rhythm between them, overwhelming yet utterly consuming.

Jungkook grabbed Taehyung's hand, intertwining their fingers as he thrust harder, never breaking eye contact. "Look at me," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "I want to see every reaction, every sound you make."

Tears streamed down Taehyung's cheeks, but he couldn't look away. " it... it hurts," he whimpered, his voice trembling.

"Good," Jungkook hissed, leaning closer, his lips brushing against Taehyung's.

Taehyung gasped as Jungkook captured his lips again, kissing him relentlessly. "Ah... I-I can't-" he moaned, clutching Jungkook tighter.

"Shh," Jungkook murmured against his mouth, nipping his bottom lip. " I'm not letting go."

Every moan from Taehyung made Jungkook tighten his hold. "Say my name," Jungkook demanded, voice rough. "Say it for me, Taehyung."

"J-Jungkook...please.." Taehyung stuttered, shivering from the intensity, as Jungkook's eyes darkened with need.

"Fuck--my name sounds better on your lips," Jungkook whispered, his forehead pressed against Taehyung's, "just like my cock does."

The tears, the moans, the heat, they all mixed together, overwhelming them both.

Jungkook slowed his pace, letting the tension build. Taehyung moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut as he gave himself over to the overwhelming sensation.

He stopped for a moment, chest rising and falling, but Jungkook didn't pull away. Instead, he gripped Taehyung by the waist and lifted him effortlessly, laying himself on the couch as Taehyung sat on him.

"Ride me." Jungkook said, his voice low, hoarse, and impossible to ignore.

Taehyung froze, cheeks burning, and placed his palms flat on Jungkook's chest, embarrassed. But when Jungkook slapped his thighs, he winced and let out a startled gasp.

"Fucking do it," Jungkook growled, eyes dark and intense.

Swallowing hard, Taehyung leaned down, cupping Jungkook's face in his trembling hands, Jungkook's sharp expressions faltered seeing the vulnerability. Their lips met in a heated kiss, his body trembling with a mix of shyness and desire.

Taehyung was too self-conscious to move at first, trapped by the intensity of Jungkook's gaze. But gradually, he began to follow the rhythm, circling slowly, savoring the taste and feel of him, their lips locked in a dance of need and restraint.

As Taehyung moved, the heat between them deepened. Every brush of skin, every subtle grind, sent jolts of pleasure through him, making him cling tighter to Jungkook.

With each slow movement, Jungkook's hands roamed, guiding Taehyung, marking the space where only he belonged. Taehyung moaned again, a mixture of embarrassment, desire, and surrender, leaning fully into Jungkook, letting himself feel, letting himself fall into the fire that burned between them.

"Don't stop," Jungkook rasped, voice rough, demanding. "Move... just like that. Right over me."

Taehyung's movements grew more confident, each tilt and grind sending shivers through both of them. Jungkook's hands never left his waist, sliding along his hips, guiding him, holding him like he could snap apart if released.

Taehyung's nails scraped against Jungkook's shoulders as he leaned into the relentless rhythm, letting the heat between them take over entirely.

Jungkook's grip on his waist tightened, fingers pressing into his hips as Taehyung rode him harder, faster, matching every thrust with fierce determination. The friction, the weight, the grinding motion, it all built a storm inside him, a dizzying blend of pain and pleasure that left him gasping.

Taehyung's hair fell over his face, damp with sweat, but he didn't care. Every tilt, every slam of their bodies, every sharp friction of skin on skin pushed him closer to the edge, the world shrinking to the heat, the movement, the raw intensity of Jungkook beneath him.

Every upward thrust from Jungkook sent shockwaves through Taehyung, making him grip tighter, ride harder, and move with a feral urgency. There was no hesitation, no mercy...only the fierce, unrelenting pleasure of being lost together.

Taehyung was completely spent, trembling as his muscles ached from the relentless motion. He gasped, chest heaving, unable to keep riding, but Jungkook didn't ease up. His hands gripped Taehyung's waist like iron, lifting him slightly, then pulling back, leaving him empty to watch him struggle.

"More..." Taehyung whimpered, his voice cracked and desperate, aching for just one more thrust, for that burn to return.

Jungkook's dark gaze locked onto him, and he cupped Taehyung's jaw roughly, tilting his head. "Got tired already?" His voice was low, rough, dripping with dominance.

Taehyung's eyes watered as he nodded, utterly exposed, unable to defend himself.

A smirk spread across Jungkook's face, playful but cruel, as his palm slapped Taehyung's cheeks. "My useless little fuck" he growled. Taehyung whimpered at that as he felt a need to please the older again.

Without warning,The Ceo turned Taehyung around, pressing him down onto the couch again.

Before Taehyung could even process what was happening, Jungkook slammed into him, harder and faster than before. The sudden force stole his breath, and he whimpered, the impact sending sharp jolts of pleasure and pain through him.

Jungkook's hands gripped his hips, holding him tight as he pounded into him relentlessly, each thrust faster, harsher, more consuming. Taehyung's body shook beneath him, sweat glistening on their skin, his nails digging into the couch as he tried to brace himself against the intensity.

Every slam, every grind pushed him closer to the edge, leaving him gasping, moaning, and completely powerless under Jungkook's control.

Taehyung's body trembled violently as Jungkook drove into him relentlessly, each thrust crueler, faster, leaving him gasping.

"You're such a mess," Jungkook snarled, gripping his waist so tightly it left bruises. "Look at you-panting, leaking for me, like a spoiled little brat who can't even handle this."

Taehyung whimpered, nails clawing at the couch.

"You think you're going to survive this?" Jungkook growled, pressing a hand to his cheek and forcing him to meet his gaze. "You're not even halfway there, and you're already trembling like a scared little kitten."

"J-Jungkook..." Taehyung gasped, voice cracking, barely coherent.

"Shut it," Jungkook hissed, smacking his ass hard. "You're not allowed to speak. You exist for this... this is all you're good for. Nothing else matters except being mine, hurting and moaning exactly like I want."

Taehyung's hips jerked involuntarily as Jungkook slammed into him harder, cutting off any coherent thought. Every nerve on fire, he trembled, shivering with need, unable to escape the crushing dominance.

"You're leaking for me, aren't you?" Jungkook growled, voice dark, smirking as his grip on Taehyung's hips dug in. "look at how desperate you are. You were never going to make it through without me punishing you for being so weak."

Taehyung whimpered, feeling himself unravel under the heat and roughness.

"I could keep you like this all night," Jungkook said, low and venomous, one hand locking around his jaw. "Watch you squirm, hear you beg... and you'd still be nothing. You exist to be taken apart, and I'm the only one who can do it right."

Taehyung gasped, trembling uncontrollably, body shaking as Jungkook's relentless pace pushed him closer to the edge.

"You're mine," Jungkook continued, voice sharp and commanding. "Mine to break, mine to ruin... and mine to drag into this pleasure you'll never survive without me."

Then, mercilessly, he drove him over the edge, every thrust and slam tearing Taehyung apart in the most exquisite, agonizing way. He gasped, moaned, cried out, utterly undone, every nerve screaming, every muscle trembling, every part of him consumed.

Jungkook followed almost immediately, groaning deeply as he came inside Taehyung, his body claiming Taehyung completely, driving them both through the storm of sweat, heat, and unrelenting domination.

Finally, he leaned down, pressing a rough kiss to his temple, smirking cruelly. "Look at you so broken, leaking cum for me. You're disgusting, and I love it. Always remember who owns this body, you pathetic little fuck."

Taehyung shivered, trembling under him, mind reeling, completely lost in the savage, intoxicating fire Jungkook had ignited.

Jungkook smirked as Taehyung collapsed onto the couch, his chest heaving from exhaustion. Without hesitation, he leaned over, pressing himself lightly on top of him.

"I-I'm so tired... I can't even move," Taehyung stammered, voice shaky, eyes glossy with fatigue.

Jungkook's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile as he reached up to pat Taehyung's cheeks "Open those pretty little eyes," he commanded softly, and despite the tremor in his body, Taehyung obeyed.

As soon as he did, Jungkook stilled. His thumb, which had been lazily tracing over Taehyung's hips, stopped mid-motion. A soft curse escaped his lips. "Fck..."

"One more?" he asked, voice low, almost teasing, yet laced with an intensity that made Taehyung's heart thud painfully in his chest.

Taehyung shook his head immediately. "I can't," he admitted, voice strained. "My whole body... it's aching." His exhaustion was evident in every movement, every shiver that ran through him.

Jungkook leaned closer, pressing his lips to Taehyung's neck and sucking softly at the sensitive skin. "I can't get enough of you," he murmured, voice thick with something between frustration and desire.

Taehyung's lips parted, but no words came out. He couldn't say the truth couldn't admit what he felt so he stayed silent, lying with his chest rising and falling, caught somewhere between relief, longing, and utter exhaustion.

Jungkook stared, studying the vulnerable curve of Taehyung's jaw, the way his body trembled under him. Yet there was still that mischievous, possessive glint in his gaze, a reminder that he wasn't letting go anytime soon.

Taehyung could only lie there, heart pounding, body trembling, lost in the intensity of Jungkook's presence, feeling simultaneously overwhelmed, desired, and helpless.

The cum was now slowly leaking down Taehyung's thighs, a wet, sticky reminder of everything they had just endured.

Jungkook's lips traced a deliberate path along Taehyung's jaw, lingering for a moment before moving down to press soft, possessive kisses along his neck, finally settling on the collarbone.

Taehyung's eyes remained closed, exhaustion written across his features. His chest rose and fell unevenly, every breath shaky, as if the world had narrowed down to the weight of Jungkook above him and the relentless warmth of his touch.

Jungkook didn't stop there. His lips pressed against Taehyung's chest, leaving small, lingering kisses before sliding further down, tracing the curve of his belly toward his waist. The sensation of Jungkook's mouth on his skin sent shivers through him, a mixture of fatigue and something dangerously electrifying.

There was a strange contrast in every movement.

... roughness paired with an almost reverent care.

It was as if Jungkook were simultaneously punishing him and worshipping him, lingering on every curve and line of his body as though memorizing the marks he had left, the bruises and scratches that bore testimony to their intensity.

Taehyung's fingers twitched against the couch, unable to resist the overwhelming sensations, and his body trembled beneath Jungkook, still buzzing from the storm of heat, pain, and pleasure.

Even in his exhaustion, he felt utterly claimed, every nerve alive to Jungkook's presence, every inch of him entirely marked and worshipped.

The living room was quiet, the air heavy with the aftermath of their intensity. Jungkook moved efficiently, grabbing a tissue to clean himself before slipping back into his clothes. Taehyung lay sprawled on the couch, completely exhausted, eyes closed, breathing slow and even.

Jungkook's gaze lingered on him for a moment, sharp as if studying every line of his face. Then, without a word, he rose and went to the bedroom, leaving Taehyung where he was.

Inside the bedroom, he opened the closet and selected a loose shirt and soft shorts, the kind of clothes that would envelope Taehyung completely. He paused, letting his eyes drift over to the eight-year-old sleeping soundly in the bed, a fleeting shadow of care, protectiveness crossing his face.

Closing the door quietly, Jungkook returned to the living room, carrying the clothes. He dressed Taehyung in the loose shirt and shorts, the oversized fabric making him look small and vulnerable, almost like a child.

Taehyung remained asleep through it all, completely unaware.

Once he was dressed, Jungkook settled onto the couch, pulling Taehyung into his lap.

He held him there silently, letting his fingers brush over his hair and back, simply observing him.

Taehyung was still, utterly at peace, and Jungkook's eyes usually so cold faltered slightly as he stared down, carrying emotions too deep for words: protectiveness, desire, and a quiet, possessive care that needed no explanation.

The room remained silent except for the faint rhythm of Taehyung's breathing, and for once, Jungkook allowed himself to just be there, holding him, letting the world shrink to that small, quiet moment.

Jungkook pulled Taehyung closer, his own legs popped over the coffee table. He leaned back into the couch, eyes closed, and exhaled slowly, the quiet of the living room pressing in around them.

"I've never felt like this in my whole damn life," he muttered under his breath, voice low and ragged, as if speaking aloud might make him lose control entirely.

He opened his eyes slightly, just enough to watch Taehyung's sleeping form.

The way his chest rose and fell, the faint flush still on his cheeks, the small, involuntary shifts in his body everything about him was so vulnerable, so completely unguarded.

Jungkook wasn't used to feeling this way, to being so aware of someone else, so wrapped up in their presence, so. .. unsettled by it.

His jaw clenched as he muttered another curse under his breath. He hated that these feelings had found him, hated that he couldn't suppress them with his usual cold composure.

And yet, even with the frustration, even with the tension curling deep in his chest, he couldn't bring himself to move away. He held Taehyung tighter, letting his warmth anchor him, letting the quiet intimacy seep into his bones.

The only sound was the slow rhythm of Taehyung's breathing, and Jungkook's own ragged exhalations. Every second stretched out, charged with an unspoken weight... emotions the CEO had never allowed himself to feel, and a connection he didn't know how to name.

Finally, he tilted his head, resting it lightly against Taehyung's, and muttered again, almost to himself, "Damn it... I can't."

It wasn't a confession. Not yet. It was just a whisper of the storm brewing inside him, a storm that had no intention of quieting anytime soon.