𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌. | taekook

39. | who he belongs to

CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, SPANKING, IMPLIED SEXUAL CONTENT, BLOWJOBS, AND REFERENCES TO SEXUAL CONTENT AND PANIC ATTACKS

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"Get the fuck out, Ren."

Quickly packing up his supplies, Renhoon springs up from his spot on the floor and sheepishly smiles at Jungkook, who has a dark blush flaring across his cheeks from embarrassment. The boy dashes towards the door and glances up at Taehyung, and the blue-haired boy does not look impressed.

Taehyung's arms are crossed over his chest and he's practically fuming in anger. He still hasn't made any eye-contact with the blushing brunette and that makes fear flood through Jungkook's veins; he doesn't think he's ever seen Taehyung so furious before.

"I-In our defence, we didn't do anything," Renhoon nervously says, feeling sweat break out across his temples. "He was just tutoring me-"

"I didn't ask. Get the fuck out."

Taehyung steps aside with the angriest look adorning his face, and Renhoon hurriedly leaves the dorm-room. He wants to escape the thick feeling of awkwardness that hangs in the air because it's practically suffocating them.

As soon as Renhoon leaves the room, Taehyung closes the door and locks it behind him, finding a small smirk tug at his lips. He stretches his fingers, scowling at the pain that blossoms across his knuckles, and turns around to directly face Jungkook.

"T-Tae, I was j-just tutoring-"

"Don't say anything," Taehyung demands, walking towards the bed. "Come here."

Taehyung seats himself on the bed and Jungkook crawls towards him, noticing the way the older's eyes have clouded with pure anger. The brunette pouts because he wants to scream at Taehyung that he didn't do anything with Renhoon, but Taehyung would never listen to him.

"On my lap."

Jungkook knows where this is going, which makes a subtle smirk appear on his face. He quickly drapes himself over Taehyung's lap, wiggling his plump ass about to gain the blue-haired boy's attention. The only thing stopping Taehyung from going completely crazy are Jungkook's black sweatpants that completely conceal his ass.

While Taehyung pets a hand through Jungkook's hair, his spare hand hurriedly pulls the black sweatpants down his legs until they pool around his ankles. His boxers follow soon after and join his sweatpants, and Taehyung smirks as he stares down at a submissive, whimpering Jungkook.

"You've been bad, princess. Really fucking bad," Taehyung whispers in his ear, and Jungkook feels his cock twitch against his thigh at the dirty talk. "I think you deserve a spanking, don't you?"

"M-Mhm."

Taehyung chuckles at how eager Jungkook appears, turning into a whining mess as Taehyung's hand caresses his right ass cheek, kneading the flesh in his bruised hand.
He can't deny that the bruises burn against his tanned skin, but all he wants to do is show Jungkook who he belongs to.

"You've been really misbehaved, princess. I think that deserves... twenty spanks."

Jungkook's eyes widen at the taunting number that Taehyung speaks into his ear because Jungkook doesn't think he can deal with twenty spanks. The older's hand hurts when he spanks him – when he ate him out is another story because he's never felt that much pain and pleasure at once, but he loved it more than he can put into words.

Suddenly, Taehyung's hand tightens in his brown hair and yanks his head back, exposing his hickey-marked neck. Jungkook gasps at the pain that blossoms across his scalp and shuts his eyes, trying to calm himself down and focus on something other than the throbbing feeling between his legs.