Jeon Jungkook, a starry-eyed dreamer in search of Mr. Right, yearns for the perfect romance.
Taehyung, a magnetic force, walks into Jungkook's life, not as a romantic prospect but as a father-in-law. As their worlds collide, desire sparks forbidden...
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"Call me whore."
"Hold me so tightly that the marks on my body don't disappear for a few days."
"Fuck me hard,"
The words reverberated in Jungkook's mind, a haunting echo of desire that he struggled to voice out.
The man hovering over him, Brian, possessed handsome American features and a calm demeanor. His hands, though not large, held Jungkook's waist with tenderness. Brian's dick caressing his tight walls was a skilled pounding that elicited a sigh from Jungkook's lips.
Yet, despite the tender handling, Jungkook found himself yearning for something more, something elusive that he couldn't quite grasp.
"You're so gorgeous," Brian remarked, his voice filled with admiration as he wrapped Jungkook's legs around his waist. Jungkook's smile faltered, the praise failing to resonate with the emptiness he felt inside.
Observing the visible fingers' marks on Jungkook's waist, Brian's expression softened with concern. "You should stay away from men who behave like animals. You deserve to be treated like a glass doll," he advised, his touch gentle and reassuring as he continued pounding into Jungkook.
Jungkook sighed, the waist bruises tingling with a strange sense of satisfaction—better than Brian's dick caressing his walls—leaving Jungkook grappling with conflicting emotions.
As their climax drew to a close, Jungkook wiped the sweat from his forehead. The club chamber remained dimly lit, the atmosphere heavy with their whispered words and sighs as they finally reached their climax one after another.
Jungkook grabbed his clothes and started covering himself.
"I would be happy to meet you again. The experience was superb," Brian offered warmly, now dressed fully, extending his card to Jungkook.
Accepting the card with forced politeness, Jungkook masked his disappointment with a practiced smile. The experience wasn't nice for him. sigh
As Brian bid him farewell with a parting compliment, "Bye, beautiful, take care," and a soft peck on his forehead, Jungkook watched him leave, blinking his long eyelashes.
Jungkook emerged from the chamber, a smile adorning his lips as he acknowledged the admiring glances that followed his every step. The New York club pulsed with energy, its atmosphere alive with the vibrant spirit of the city. He couldn't help but feel a pang of foolishness at his initial surprise—of course, in a New York club, American patrons would dominate the scene.
Hailing a cab, Jungkook welcomed the rush of cold air against his skin as he settled into the backseat. The city lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of colours, a vivid backdrop to his thoughts.
