Voyeurism || KTH ft JJK ✔

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I was afraid to close my eyes, afraid if I did Jungkook would disappear again and this would all have been some crazy dream.

So I blinked but kept staring, even as I gasped and shuddered, and then Jungkook was moving the wadded up ball of his shorts in front of him, face tense and eyes blazing into me as he opened his mouth in a silent scream and came hard into the fabric.

I tried to smirk, but I was still coming down when Taehyung, ever true to his word, faithful keeper of his promises, growled deep in his throat and stood suddenly, grabbing my hips and flipping me over.

He slid in deeply, hands running up my back and arms, threading his fingers with mine as he held me down, gave me something to hold on to as he slammed into me.

He was still whispering every thought that came into his head, leaning over me to touch as much as possible, his forehead pressed between my shoulder and I tried to squeeze him tight.

I had no breath to talk back, so I arched my back, meeting him stroke for stroke and letting the stuttering cries,

saying all the things I couldn't.