43-III [M]
Third Person Pov
Finally, the car stopped. Jungkook's dark eyes flicked to Taehyung, who was trembling from the restrained build-up. No words were exchanged.
Jungkook stepped out first, and before Taehyung could fully process, he was lifted over Jungkook's shoulder, gasping at the sudden weight and closeness.
"Put me down," Taehyung tried to protest, only for a sharp smack to land on his ass, making him hiss in pain.
The guards averted their eyes instantly, respecting-unquestioningly-the private dominance Jungkook displayed.
The mansion loomed dark and quiet as they entered. Jungkook carried Taehyung inside effortlessly, the dim lighting tracing the sharp angles of his face and the flush of Taehyung's cheeks.
Up the staircase they went, each step sending a shiver of anticipation through Taehyung's body. His hands gripped Jungkook tightly, one on his broad shoulder, the other on his arm, as if anchoring himself against the intensity and heat that threatened to undo him completely.
Jungkook kicked open the door with his foot, sweeping Taehyung onto the bed. He bounced lightly against the mattress, letting out a small gasp as Jungkook loomed over him.
Without hesitation, Jungkook unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the sharp lines of his chest, the scar given by Taheyung on his neck which was now even more visible. Taehyung swallowed seeing it. Flashbacks hitting him.
He shifted instinctively, trying to move away, but Jungkook was unbothered. He strode to the closet, opening it with a smooth motion, and pulled out a soft silk cloth. His gaze flicked back to Taehyung.
"Stay still," he commanded, voice low and dangerous.
Taehyung nodded, heart pounding, a thrill running straight through him at the thought of what was coming.
Jungkook approached, and the silk cloth was warm and soft against Taehyung's skin as he tied it over his eyes, blindfolding him completely.
Taehyung shivered, excitement and apprehension mingling into a delicious tension.
Slowly, Jungkook unbuttoned Taehyung's blazer, tossing it aside, then moved to his shirt, peeling it off to expose the younger completely.
Taehyung's chest rose and fell quickly, skin flushed, every nerve alight with anticipation.
He reached down, undoing his trousers, leaving himself only in his boxers, the cool air brushing against his skin sending a shiver through him.
Taehyung's ears caught the subtle click of Jungkook unbuckling his belt, followed by the swift, precise binding of his hands with it. The tightness made him whimper softly, hips twitching instinctively.
"Too tight," he whispered, breathless, voice small.
"Good," Jungkook murmured, a dark smirk in his tone audible even to Taehyung. "You like it like that, don't you?"
Taehyung swallowed, anticipation curling around every nerve. He couldn't see, but he could feel Jungkook's presence pressing into him, controlling him completely, and it made his pulse race with both fear and craving.
Taehyung's breath hitched as he felt Jungkook move closer, the silk blindfold muffling his sight but sharpening every other sense. He could hear the soft rustle of fabric, the click of buttons, the heavy, deliberate rhythm of Jungkook's steps around the bed.
"You're trembling," Jungkook murmured, low and dark, his voice brushing against Taehyung's ear. "And I haven't even started."
Taehyung whimpered softly, nails digging into the sheets, his body already responding to Jungkook's presence.
"Hands tied, blindfolded... and yet you're leaking for me," Jungkook whispered, trailing a finger down Taehyung's chest. "Such a desperate little thing."
Taehyung moaned, hips twitching instinctively. "please..." he breathed, unsure if he meant it as a plea or a warning.
Jungkook shook his head in amusement, leaning close so that his lips brushed the shell of Taehyung's ear.
His hands slid along Taehyung's thighs, brushing over the soft fabric of his boxers, teasing, not quite giving him what he wanted. Taehyung arched, desperate, trying to press into the touch.
"Pathetic," Jungkook murmured, voice low and teasing, pressing one hand firmly against Taehyung's stomach to pin him down. "I could take you right here... I could make you come before I even let you touch me. But that's not what I want. I want to see how far you'll go for me."
Taehyung's breath caught, body straining against the bonds, heat pooling impossibly low. "I... I'll do anything," he gasped, lost in the ache and the fear of what Jungkook might do next.
Jungkook's hands now exploring with deliberate slowness, grazing sensitive spots, teasing the edge of Taehyung's boxers.
"Is that so? Then let's see how obedient you really are," he said, and the blindfolded, tied younger shivered.
The torture had only just begun-slow, cruel, precise. Every touch, every whisper, every breath from Jungkook sent Taehyung higher, unraveling him inch by inch, completely at Jungkook's mercy.
Jungkook commanded Taehyung to straighten up, hands pulled firmly behind his back. His face was pressed against the headboard. Taehyung wobbled slightly, his body still flushed and sensitive from their earlier session in the washroom.
The blindfold made everything more intense-every sound, every movement of Jungkook, magnified.
Jungkook' footsteps made sharp noise against the floor as he approached.
A leather paddle gleaming ominously in his hand. Taehyung swallowed hard, heart hammering.
"Do you trust me?" Jungkook's voice was low, commanding, sending shivers straight through Taehyung.
Taehyung swallowed hard. "Y-Yes..." he whispered, voice shaky, body straining instinctively toward the promise of what was coming.
"Good," Jungkook murmured.
He lifted the paddle and let it rest lightly against Taehyung's ass, the cool leather sending a jolt through him. He carressed the paddle slowly on the younger's skin. It was still red from earlier that satisfied Jungkook's eyes.
Taehyung whimpered, hips twitching instinctively.
"Tell me you want it," Jungkook demanded, pressing the paddle harder, making the younger arch slightly.
"I... I want it..." Taehyung gasped, voice trembling.
Jungkook's lips curved at that. "trembling like a scared little whore, leaking cum for me already. You disgust me... and I love that about you."
And with that.
The first strike landed sharply. Taehyung gasped, hips jerking forward instinctively. He whimpered at the sharp pain.
"Such a pathetic little thing," Jungkook whispered as he pressed his hands over the sting, massaging briefly before the next strike. "Do you like being my filthy toy?"
"I... I... yes..." Taehyung whimpered, breath hitching.
Strike.
The sting hit deep, making him whimper even louder.
"You're so fucking desperate, such a greedy little cunt. Look at your ass... red, marked... mine. Fcking mine."
Taehyung moaned, hips bucking slightly, powerless beneath Jungkook's control.
Strike. "y-yeah."
"Every sound you make... every shiver, every gasp... it's proof of how pathetic you are. You love being degraded, don't you? You're nothing without me, nothing but my little cumdumpster."
Taehyung's hands clawed the headboard trembling, chest heaving, body utterly undone by the mixture of pain, pleasure, and humiliation.
Strike.
"You're leaking for me," Jungkook hissed, leaning so close that his lips almost brushed the blindfold. "You're ruined, and you know it... my filthy little bitch."
Taehyung shivered violently, moans slipping past his lips, body pressed into the headboard, completely at Jungkook's mercy.
Every strike, every degrading word, every whispered insult pushed him further toward a delicious, torturous edge, where humiliation and pleasure were indistinguishable.
Jungkook flung the paddle aside and fisted a handful of Taehyung's hair, yanking his head back hard enough to make him hiss.
The sting on his ass mixed with the burn on his scalp, making his eyes water.
"You're so cruel," Taehyung spat, voice breaking.
Jungkook's lips curved into a wicked smirk. "Cruel? You haven't even begun to see what I can do to you."
In one swift motion, he pushed Taehyung back on the bed. Taehyung bite his lips hard.
"Untie my hands," Taehyung let out weakly.
Jungkook only shook his head, leaning down until his mouth grazed Taehyung's chest. "Why would I, when you look perfect like this?"
His lips closed around Taehyung's flushed nipple, biting down hard before sucking deep, ignoring the broken moan it pulled out of him. He tugged, twisted, and teased the other one with his fingers until Taehyung writhed beneath him.
His tongue trailed lower, slow and possessive, licking across Taehyung's stomach before stopping at his waist-right where Jeon Jungkook was tattooed on his skin. Jungkook's smirk widened.
"My name looks better on you when it's bruised." He sank his teeth in, sucking the inked skin until it reddened under his mouth.
Then he went darker. Forcing Taehyung's legs apart, Jungkook wrapped one hand around his throat, squeezing until Taehyung choked on his breath.
Before Taehyung could say a word, Jungkook positioned himself-and Taehyung arched up instinctively. Jungkook didn't bother with gentleness this time; he drove in with one ruthless thrust..
"Feel that?" Jungkook growled low in his ear. "That's me splitting you open. And I'm not stopping until you can't breathe without begging for me."
"ughh..." Taehyung cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure spilling from his lips as his wrists twisted helplessly against the belt binding him.
Jungkook thrust deeper, watching the blindfolded Taehyung writhe and moan, every sound dripping with broken pleasure.
Jungkook slammed into him again, harder this time, the bed creaking beneath their bodies. His grip tightened around Taehyung's hips, dragging him down onto every brutal thrust.
"You take it so well for someone who was just calling me cruel," Jungkook hissed against his ear, his breath hot, dangerous.
Taehyung choked on a moan, back arching as his bound wrists fought against the belt. The blindfold only made it worse-every thrust, every bite, every drag of teeth against his skin was sharper, heavier, unbearable.
Jungkook's mouth crashed onto his throat, biting down until Taehyung gasped in pain, the sound breaking into shameless moans. He licked the sting, only to sink his teeth deeper into the soft skin of his neck, marking him mercilessly.
"Look at you," Jungkook growled, pounding into him with ruthless force. "Begging without even realizing it. Your body's a fucking liar."
His hand slid up, fingers wrapping around Taehyung's throat, squeezing as he thrust harder, relentless and sadistic. Taehyung's head fell back, mouth open, a strangled cry escaping as Jungkook bit into his collarbone, leaving another vicious mark.
Every thrust was merciless, every bite a claim-Taehyung's body caught between pain and overwhelming pleasure until his voice broke into raw, desperate moans.
"You're so perfect for me, Taehyung."
The way Jungkook's voice wrapped around his name made Taehyung shiver, his body arching into the merciless thrusts. His lips parted in a ragged moan, unable to hold it back.
"Please... please keep-keep saying my name," he gasped, wrists straining against the belt, body trembling beneath the weight of him.
Jungkook's smirk deepened, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes. He leaned down, lips brushing the shell of Taehyung's ear, voice rough and dangerously soft.
"Taehyung..." he whispered, dragging the syllables out like a promise before slamming into him hard enough to make the bed jolt.
"Aah-nhnn" Taehyung's cry tore through the air, his back arching helplessly.
Jungkook's mouth found his throat again, biting deep, sucking until Taehyung's skin burned. He didn't stop, didn't slow. Every thrust came sharper, harder, each one punctuated with his voice, low and possessive.
"Taehyung." slam "My Taehyung."
"Say it back." He demanded.
Taehyung moaned, broken and desperate, his voice cracking as he whispered, "J-Jungkook...aah-"
Hearing his name spill from Taehyung's lips like that only drove him wilder. Jungkook growled against his skin, hand tightening around his throat as his pace turned merciless.
"Good. Scream my name until you forget your own."
Jungkook finally yanked the blindfold from Taehyung's face. For the first time that night, Taehyung's teary, blown-out eyes met his.
His vision was blurry, but all he could see was Jungkook towering over him, sweat dripping down his temple, chest heaving, gaze dark and merciless.
The belt slipped free from Taehyung's wrists, leaving angry red marks across his pale skin. He winced, hands trembling from exhaustion.
But instead of pushing Jungkook away, his arms weakly wrapped around his neck, fingers digging into his damp skin as if to hold himself together.
His wrists were bruised, his body trembling-yet the moment he touched Jungkook, he moaned.
"Pathetic," Jungkook growled, slamming into him again, so deep Taehyung's back arched violently. "Bruised, shaking... and still clinging to me like you'll die if I let go."
Taehyung gasped, voice cracking. His grip on his neck tightened, not in strength, but in desperation. His body was wrecked, but the merciless rhythm of Jungkook's thrusts kept forcing sounds from his throat, each one more broken than the last.
The room was filled with it-the sharp slap of skin against skin, the low creak of the bed, Taehyung's moans mixing with Jungkook's guttural growls. It was endless, relentless.
Jungkook leaned down, teeth sinking into Taehyung's neck until he cried out. "Look at you. I break you, and you beg for more." He sucked the sting, then bit harder, marking him again. "Say it. Tell me who you belong to."
"I-I can't," Taehyung whimpered, his body trembling.
"You will." Jungkook's voice was dark, dangerous. He slammed into him so hard the bed rattled against the floor. "Say my fucking name."
"Jungkook.." Taehyung whimpered his voice raw, and it only made Jungkook's pace turn savage.
Moonlight spilled over them, illuminating Taehyung's ruined body-sweat-slick, flushed, his chest heaving with every ragged breath. But Jungkook wasn't done.
He hauled Taehyung up, forcing his legs around his waist, carrying him without breaking rhythm. He shoved him against the wall, pounding into him until Taehyung's head fell back with a cry.
The wall thudded with every brutal thrust, Taehyung's nails dragging down Jungkook's back, leaving red scratches in their wake.
"Too much-" Taehyung gasped.
"Not enough," Jungkook snarled, biting down on his shoulder. "I'll fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my name."
Taehyung's body was trembling uncontrollably now, his legs weak, his voice breaking with every desperate moan. But Jungkook wasn't finished.
He dragged him bent him over the table, slamming him down against the cool wood.
The table groaned under the force as Jungkook drove into him mercilessly, one hand gripping his hip, the other tangled in his hair, pulling his head back so he could sink his teeth into the curve of his throat.
Taehyung's cheek pressed against the wood, his lips parted in helpless moans. His body felt drained, ruined, yet every thrust made his knees buckle, his voice crumble into shameless cries.
"You're mine." Jungkook spat, pounding harder, his chest pressed against Taehyung's back. "Say it."
Taehyung sobbed, trembling, voice hoarse. "I'm yours..."
Jungkook groaned, the sound guttural, feral. He slammed into him again and again, the rhythm merciless, endless, as if he'd tear Taehyung apart just to put him back together.
The night stretched on. The bed. Against the wall. Over the table. Jungkook took him everywhere, his pace never faltering, his hunger never easing.
Taehyung's body gave out long before Jungkook's did, drained and trembling, his voice wrecked, but Jungkook kept taking, devouring, leaving him breathless, ruined, marked everywhere his mouth and hands could reach.
By the time Jungkook finally slowed, the moonlight was fading, and Taehyung lay limp against him, drained to the bone, covered in sweat and bruises-broken but still clinging, whispering his name like it was the only word left in his world.
Taehyung couldn't even remember how many times he came that night-his body felt wrecked, overstimulated to the point of tears. His legs trembled, his chest heaved, but Jungkook wasn't finished with him.
"On your knees," Jungkook ordered, voice rough, commanding.
Taehyung's body obeyed before his mind could catch up. He dropped weakly to the floor, knees stinging against the cold surface, his wrists still marked and aching.
Jungkook fisted his hair, tilting his head up. "Open."
Taehyung's lips parted, and Jungkook shoved deep into his mouth. Taehyung gagged, eyes watering, but he looked up anyway-looked straight into Jungkook's dark, merciless eyes.
"Fuck, that's it," Jungkook groaned, hips snapping forward, using his mouth like he owned it. "Eyes on me."
Tears streaked down Taehyung's flushed cheeks as he struggled to breathe around the intrusion, spit dripping down his chin, but his gaze never broke. His throat convulsed as Jungkook forced himself deeper, rough, relentless.
Jungkook hissed, thrusting harder, tightening his grip in Taehyung's hair. "Taking me like you were made for this."
Taehyung's moans vibrated around him, the sound only pushing Jungkook closer, making him groan deep in his chest. The sight of Taehyung-wrecked, eyes glassy with tears, sucking him while looking up at him like he was the only thing keeping him alive-drove him insane.
"Fuck-don't stop looking at me," Jungkook growled, thrusting into his mouth mercilessly. "I want you ruined by me everywhere. Your throat, your body, your fucking soul."
Jungkook's grip in Taehyung's hair tightened painfully as his thrusts grew rougher, sloppier. His jaw clenched, sweat dripping down his temple, a growl tearing from his throat.
"Fuck-yes. Take it. Every damn drop."
With one final snap , he buried himself deep, holding Taehyung's head down as he spilled hot into his throat. Taehyung gagged, choking around the weight of it, tears spilling freely down his cheeks.
"Swallow it," Jungkook ordered, voice sharp, breath ragged. "Don't waste a single drop. You're nothing but a hole for me to fill."
Taehyung's throat worked as he swallowed around him, coughing when Jungkook finally pulled back. Cum dripped from the corner of his swollen lips, sliding down his chin in a messy trail.
Jungkook smirked darkly at the sight. He swiped his thumb across Taehyung's mouth, smearing the mess before shoving his thumb past his lips.
"Clean it," he ordered.
Taehyung obediently sucked, his ruined eyes staring up at him, tears still clinging to his lashes. Jungkook tugged his hair back so he could see the mess he'd made of him.
"Fvking whore" Jungkook said, voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. "Bruised, wrecked, dripping with me. You'll never forget whose cock you're meant for."
He slapped Taehyung's cheek lightly, making his head tilt. "Say it. Tell me who you belong to."
Taehyung's voice cracked, hoarse but clear as he whispered, "You... only you."
Jungkook smirked, leaning down to press a mocking kiss against his spit-slick lips. "Good."
Jungkook's kiss was harsh, claiming, before he shoved Taehyung down onto the cold floor. Taehyung sat here gasping, his chest heaving, lips swollen and trembling.
His body ached everywhere, bruises painting his skin, yet his eyes still followed Jungkook.
But Jungkook didn't spare him a glance.
He slipped into a black robe, his sweat-slicked chest disappearing beneath the fabric, the sharp contrast of power and control radiating off him. Taehyung bit his swollen lip, holding back the whimper crawling up his throat.
Finally, Jungkook turned, stepping back toward him. Without a word, he stooped low and lifted Taehyung effortlessly into his arms, bridal style. Taehyung's head lolled against his chest, his body weak, drained, but his heart pounded at the closeness.
The bathroom was vast, marble floors glinting under dim light.
At the center stood a massive tub, gleaming, waiting.
Jungkook lowered Taehyung into it, the cold porcelain pressing against his back before the warm water began to fill around him.
Taehyung shivered, his lashes fluttering as the heat soothed his aching muscles.
Jungkook crouched beside the tub, his dark eyes fixed on him as he uncapped the bodywash.
He poured some into his palm, lathering it before running his hands across Taehyung's chest. The touch was gentler now, but the strength behind his fingers was unmistakable possessive, controlling, leaving no room for Taehyung to move.
"You're a mess," Jungkook murmured, his voice low, almost cruel despite the care in his hands. He dragged the suds over Taehyung's bruised ribs, his hips, the raw marks on his wrists. "All mine."
Taehyung's lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as Jungkook's hands slid lower under the water, squeezing his thighs, rubbing soap into every bruise he had left behind. His touch was deliberate, tracing every mark as though reminding Taehyung who had put them there.
"My little wildcat," Jungkook whispered, leaning in close, his lips brushing the shell of his ear. "You begged, you broke... and still, you let me carry you like this."
Taehyung's fingers gripped the edge of the tub weakly, his eyes flickering up at him.
"Because it's you..." he admitted, voice raw.
Jungkook smirked, dragging his soapy hand up to cup Taehyung's jaw. "That's right. Only me." He tilted his face, forcing Taehyung to meet his eyes. "always me."
Jungkook shrugged off his black robe, letting it pool at his feet, his bare body revealed again under the dim bathroom light.
Without a word, he bent down and lifted Taehyung out of the tub with ease, carrying him to the shower.
The water came on in a rush, steaming hot, cascading down their bodies.
Taehyung gasped at the sudden heat, his head falling against Jungkook's shoulder, too drained to stand on his own. Jungkook pressed him back against the cold tiles, water dripping down his bruised skin, making him shiver.
"Stay with me, always." Jungkook murmured, pulling him closer by the waist.
He crushed his lips onto Taehyung's, kissing him hard, water streaming between their mouths. It wasn't gentle-it was hungry, consuming, his tongue pushing deep, claiming every inch of him all over again.
Taehyung's fingers clung weakly to Jungkook's shoulders, his knees trembling, but Jungkook's strong arm around his waist held him steady, forcing him to feel every inch of closeness.
The water poured down, mixing with the taste of the kiss, dripping off their chins, running along the bruises Jungkook had painted across Taehyung's body.
Jungkook's hand slid up to his throat again, gripping lightly, just enough to make Taehyung whimper into his mouth.
The shower washed over them both, sealing the night in heat and bruises.
Jungkook shut the shower off, steam curling around their bodies as the room fell into a heavy silence. He reached for a towel, drying himself with slow, deliberate movements before turning to Taehyung.
The younger's body sagged in his arms, too drained to resist, every limb heavy and trembling. Jungkook carefully toweled him dry, his touch gentle, before slipping a robe over his shoulders and tying the knot firmly, as if securing a claim.
Without a word, Jungkook lifted him up again. Taehyung's head fell against his chest, eyelids fluttering, his breath shallow from exhaustion.
Jungkook carried him to the bed and set him down, the mattress sinking under his weight. Taehyung's muscles screamed, too wrecked to even shift.
Jungkook straightened, disappearing into his walk-in closet. For a moment, the room was filled only with Taehyung's uneven breaths.
His hazy eyes tracked Jungkook's return-full pants and a thin white shirt, sleeves rolled high up his forearms showing off his tattoos. Polished. Composed.
Like he hadn't just torn Taehyung apart minutes ago.
Taehyung wanted to speak, to say anything, but his lips only parted soundlessly. His throat was too sore, his body too heavy.
Jungkook's weight pressed into the mattress as he crawled in beside him, one strong arm sliding possessively around Taehyung's waist.
His hair was still damp from the shower, drops of water trailing down his temple before soaking into the collar of his crisp white shirt. The fabric clung slightly to his chest, sleeves rolled up exposing the veins along his forearms.
Taehyung's body was trembling faintly, every nerve frayed from the merciless way Jungkook had used him.
He couldn't even lift his arms properly, but his chest rose and fell rapidly, lungs burning from the chaos of the night.
His lashes fluttered shut as he felt Jungkook's breath ghost against his throa.
Jungkook's thumb stroked his hip lazily, but the weight of his hold was firm.
He pressed a final kiss against Taehyung's neck, lingering, before shutting his own eyes, his breathing steady but heavy, like he had no intention of letting Taehyung move an inch.
Tje younger lay frozen, torn between dread and the faintest, most dangerous warmth inside his chest, the kind he hated himself for feeling.