Jungkook’s POV:
I watch the school entrance, anticipating Taehyung’s arrival. But he’s not here. Minutes tick by, stretching into an unsettling delay.
As I wait, my thoughts circle around Taehyung. When I first saw him, I was stunned. Even bruised and battered, he’s breathtaking. The curve of his jaw, the way his eyes catch the light… everything about him is beautiful. His voice feels like a melody, his lips impossibly full.
I think I’m falling in love with him.
I glance at the clock. 3:45 PM. His school ends at 3:00. That’s odd. A knot of worry tightens in my chest. I leave the car and head towards the school building, a growing sense of unease pushing me forward.
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Taehyung’s POV:
The detention room is suffocatingly dull. I sit slumped in a chair, surrounded by other kids with detention, occasionally punctuated by shouts of “LOSER!” quickly hushed by the teacher’s glare.
I replay the day in my mind. It started horribly, but somehow didn’t end up being so bad.
A knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts. My teacher, looking utterly exasperated, opens the door.
I can’t see what’s happening beyond her, but her reaction is… dramatic. Her eyes widen, her mouth hangs open. Whatever she sees must be shocking.
“Hello there, I am here for Taehyung.”
The voice is soft, and I know instantly who it is. Jungkook.
He enters the room, our eyes meet. He winks, and a blush creeps across my cheeks.
“U-uhm w-well h-he’s in detention right now and I’m not allowed to let him go yet.” The teacher stammers, attempting to maintain composure in his presence.
“Do you think you can make an exception for me?” He asks, stepping closer, a smirk playing on his lips.
A flicker of jealousy stirs within me, and I try to ignore it. The teacher’s knees seem to buckle, her face flushed crimson. She looks mesmerized by his presence.
She nods quickly, and I scramble to my feet, grabbing my backpack. I follow Jungkook out of the school.
“Where are we going?” I ask, turning to him with a smile.
“I have a shift at Soo Diner.”
He stops abruptly, turning to me, his expression darkening.
I look at him, confused.
“What?”
He reaches out, his hand brushing the bruised skin on my cheek.
I flinch.
“Who is doing this to you?” His voice is laced with anger, a stark contrast to his usual calm demeanor.
This is the first time I’ve seen him angry.
I don’t respond, and he shakes his head, disappointment etched on his face.
“You are not working today.”
“B-bu-”
He turns the car around, heading in a different direction, his grip tight on the steering wheel. I stare out the window, trying to ignore the tension simmering between us.
“How old are you?” He asks, his voice softer now.
I turn to him.
“Seventeen.”
“Twenty-two.”
Wow. I thought he was younger than that.
We drive towards the affluent side of town. We arrive at his house, and I stare in awe at its grandeur.
Inside, he makes me sit on the couch while he goes upstairs to fetch a first aid kit.
I look around at the beautiful interior. He returns with the kit and begins tending to my wounds.
His face is so close to mine, I can’t help but feel a pull, a desperate urge to kiss him. But he beats me to it.
He connects our lips in a passionate kiss.
As the kiss deepens, I find myself pinned against the couch. He licks my bottom lip, and, inexperienced, I instinctively respond, deepening the kiss.
He growls softly, and his tongue slides into my mouth, exploring the warmth of my cavern. I let out a soft moan, and I hear him grunt.
His fingers trace my jaw, and his touch is electrifying. I'm losing myself in the sensation.
He suddenly stops.
"You are not working today"
I look out the window trying to avoid the tension that is there between us.
"How old are you?" He asks me much more calmly.
I look towards him.
"17" I say
"22"
Wow. I thought he was younger than that.
We head towards where the rich people in town live.
We arrive at his house and I stare in awe.
We walk into the house and he makes me sit on the couch as he went upstairs to get the first aid kit.
I look at the beautiful inside of the house.
He comes back with the kit and treats my wounds.
His face is so close to mine I can’t help but feel a pull for me to kiss him.
But he beats me to it.
He connects our lips to a passionate kiss.
As the kiss gets deeper, I end up pinned to the couch.
He licks my bottom lip and since I am inexperienced I didn’t know what that meant, I continued what I was doing.
I hear him growl and then he bit my lip.
I gasp and I feel his tongue enter and explore my warm cavern.
I let out soft moans and I hear him grunt.
He begins to grind our crotches together and I moan louder.
I begin to feel weird "down there." I also feel something poking me coming from Jungkook.
He spreads my legs wider to get more access and grinds deeper and harder.
I feel more pleasure and start moaning even louder than before.
"Ahh..Jungkook...ahh"
I see Jungkook's eyes darken and he grabs my thighs and carries me to his room without disconnecting our lips.
He puts me on the bed with himself being on top.
He takes off my shirt and starts kissing down my body leaving hickeys all over.
I gasp and moan.
He removed my sweatpants and boxers and I cover myself embarrassed.
"You're beautiful baby, don't cover yourself"
He strokes my hard member leaking with pre-cum which causes me to moan loudly.
He then strips himself of his shirt and pants and then goes into his drawer and gets the lube out.
He then takes off his boxers and my eyes widen.
He is really big.
I wonder how it's going to fit.
He catches me looking and smirks.
"You like what you see" he says sexily.
I bite my lip and nod.
He pours a lot on his fingers and comes back to the bed.
"This is your first time right?"
I nod.
"Are you sure you's ready?"
"Yes, p-please hurry up" I whimper out
He sticks his finger into me and I whimper in pain.
He kisses me to try to distract me from the pain and I start moaning in pleasure.
He adds another finger and starts to scissor me and my moans increase.
He removed his fingers and I whimper from the loss.
He takes the remaining lube and strokes himself with it.
He spreads my legs really wide and aligns himself with my entrance.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes Jungkook put it in me please"
He then enters with his tip and I scream in pain and tears flow down my face.
He wiped my tears and kisses me and continues to go deeper.
"I'm sorry baby"
He pushed himself all the way in.
"Tell me when to move"
I adjust and give him the signal that he can move.
He begins to thrust in and out slowly.
"Ahh...so tight..."
He hits my prostate and my moans of pain turn into moans of pleasure.
"Faster...ah....harder"
I saw the expression of Jungkook change into an even darker one.
He lifts my legs up onto his shoulders and slams into me at an animalistic pace hitting my prostate every thrust.
"Ahhhh....Jungkook....ohh my god... s-so good..ah"
The room was filled with moans, skin slapping, and the bed frame being hit against the wall violently.
I feel my climax approaching and I guess he does do because he begins to go faster and harder.
"Fuck...Tae...you're so tight..ahh"
The abuse of my prostate becomes too much and the pleasure I'm in becomes unbearable.
"Jungkook, I'm going to....ahhh"
I scream leaving scratch marks down his back as I reach my climax.
After two more thrusts he moans and comes inside of me filling me to the brim.
He pulls out and and I moan as cum falls out of my hole and onto the bed.
He lays down with me on top and pulls me close.
"I love you Tae"
"I love you too Kookie"
He pecks my lips and we fall asleep.