My Little Assistant [kv]❤💜

Chapter ❤️69❤️ [M]

Author's POV 

“Ahh— ”

“Ha… Tae…” Jungkook moaned into Taehyung’s ear, his voice low and trembling with need, sending a wave of shivers up his spine.

Taehyung’s nails raked down Jungkook’s back, unintentionally marking him as his body arched, clenching around him. His stomach tightened, heat swirling low in his belly. “Hyung… more. It feels good. TaeTae feels so good.”

Jungkook stilled for a moment, cupping Taehyung’s cheek. “Baby love?”

Taehyung shook his head quickly, eyes wide and glassy. “I’m not in little space,” he whispered. “Please… don’t stop.” he pleaded and bit his lower lip. 

Jungkook exhaled, gaze softening even through the haze of lust. He kissed Taehyung’s shoulder and murmured against his skin, “Then hold me tight, love. Scream if it’s too much… because I’m not holding back anymore.”

And with that, he slammed back in.

Taehyung’s mouth fell open in a silent cry, his fingers grasping at anything; bedsheets, shoulders, hair…..his whole world unraveling under Jungkook’s touch.

“Everything about you is so damn adorable.” Jungkook’s voice was rough now, raw and shaking. He bit gently at Taehyung’s earlobe, earning a trembling gasp. “The way you look right now–– your flushed face, those breathy moans, your soft little cries–– God!”

He growled, possessive and starved, as his hands slipped down to grip Taehyung’s thighs, fingers digging into that soft skin like he’d never let go.

“This…” Jungkook’s voice broke on a groan, “This is fucking heaven.”

In one swift movement, he lifted Taehyung’s slender legs, pushing them together and tossing them over his shoulder. 

“Ahh! Nnghhh!" The new angle made Taehyung cry, his hands flying to cover his mouth as his back arched again. 

Jungkook’s hips snapped forward–– fast, precise, but still careful, still attentive to every twitch, every moan. His eyes never left Taehyung’s face.

Drool trailed down the corner of Taehyung’s parted lips, his head thrown back, eyes half-lidded in bliss. His entire body jerked with each deep, rolling thrust–– every inch of his skin flinching under Jungkook’s touch. His hardness swung back and forth adorably, slick and flushed, leaking with every movement.

Jungkook couldn’t resist. He reached down, wrapping his warm hand around it. The moment his palm made contact, Taehyung shuddered violently, his back arching.

“H-Hyung—no! Not there!” Taehyung gasped, his voice trembling, eyes glassy with unshed tears.

Jungkook froze immediately, his hand releasing him, concern flooding his gaze. He leaned in, brushing away the tears that gathered in the corners of Taehyung’s eyes. “Too much, baby?” he asked softly, lips ghosting over his cheek.

Taehyung shook his head, tears still spilling. “N-No. It’s— It’s just… It feels s-so good. My body feels… h-hot… like I’m gonna explode.”

Jungkook’s gaze softened, and a teasing smile tugged at his lips. He kissed Taehyung’s damp forehead gently. “You’re so sensitive, love,” he whispered, “even the lightest touch makes you tremble like this.”

Then he began to move again–– slow, steady thrusts, no rush, just the rhythm of their breaths, the shared heat of skin meeting skin.

“Hah–– mmh…” Taehyung let out a shaky moan. “I-Is it b-bad, hyung?” he whispered, a hint of shame in his voice.