Wildest Dreams | Taekook

Chapter- 30

Taehyung knows Jungkook’s body better than Jungkook knows it himself—knows the difference between a no that means stop and a no that’s laced with unspoken need.

So let Jungkook keep pretending, let him play the angel all he wants. Taehyung has never minded being the devil for him.

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"...Fuck off!’ Jungkook choked out, pushing back against Taehyung's solid frame with desperation. His body trembled uncontrollably, torn between the overwhelming sensations of pain and undeniable desire. The pressure of Taehyung’s fingers digging into his neck, the weight of his chest pressing against him—everything felt too intense.

Jungkook could hardly take it anymore; he needed Taehyung to get off him. He was losing control, and deep down, he knew that if he let go now, he might never be able to regain it!

Taehyung chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating against Jungkook's back. "Threatening me is gonna get you killed... or fucked senseless against this tree." His hips ground subtly forward, letting Jungkook feel exactly what his name on that lusty voice had done to him.

"Stop touching me... you fucking creep..." Jungkook's voice was barely above a whisper, his whole body trembling as he tried—and Failed—to sound angry. Behind them, fireflies danced, their lights flickering like the sparks between them. Alcohol and hormones were taking over his common sense.

"You wouldn't dare..." Jungkook hissed, his voice breaking as Taehyung's hips shifted forward again. He could feel the hard length pressing into his back, even through their clothes. His own body was betraying him, his stomach clenching and his breath hitching.

"Try me," Taehyung growled, his hand tightening around Jungkook's throat possessively. He bucked his hips forward again, dry humping Jungkook's back like a rutting animal,

"Fuck you!" Jungkook spat out, anger boiling through his blood and momentarily drowning out the overwhelming arousal. "You fucking bastard!" He slammed a hand back against Taehyung, trying desperately to push him away. But the bigger man didn't budge an inch. his hands slammed against the tree trunk as he tried to push himself further away from Taehyung's grinding movements. But the position only pushed his ass back, making Taehyung's length slide between his cheeks through their clothes

Taehyung's breath hitched at the sudden contact, the sensation of Jungkook's clothes-covered cheeks wrapping around his length sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He gripped Jungkook's hip firmly, pulling him back even as he continued to grind against him. "Keep pushing me, does this arouse you baby? Hum? This push and pull makes you hard for me doesn't it?"

It does—

"It doesn't!" Jungkook insisted, his voice rising in pitch as Taehyung's words and movements combined to unravel him. His hips unconsciously matched Taehyung's thrusts against the tree, his mind screaming that this didn't feel good. "You're disgusting..." He panted, "Like this..." His voice dropped low, "Like animals...F-fuck off... I'm not..."

"Not what?" Taehyung ground out, his hips jerking forward sharply. He knew he was being rough, animalistic. He spread Jungkook's cheeks wider with his thumbs through their clothes, simulating what he really wanted to do. "Not gay? Not into this?"

"I-I'm not!" Jungkook whimpered, his voice cracking as Taehyung's thumbs pressed down hard on his cheeks, spreading him obscenely. He could feel pre-cum leaking into his underwear, betraying his denial. "I'm straight! I'm not fucking into this! I'm not fucking into you!" Jungkook lied through his teeth, his head spinning with conflicting emotions. He couldn't deny the heat spreading through his belly, the way his insides fluttered when Taehyung dared to call him 'baby'.