𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌. | taekook

44. | greedy for love

CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, DEGRADING KINK, DEGRADING NAMES, OVERSTIMULATION, BUTT-PLUGS, AND REFERENCES TO SEXUAL CONTENT

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"Keep your eyes closed, princess."

The large hands disappear from his face and Jungkook keeps his eyes screwed shut, deciding not to test Taehyung's patience because he's already being punished. A small smile curls at his lips as he feels Taehyung move around him, snatch something from the drawer, and return within seconds.

"You trust me, right?" Taehyung whispers in his ear, taking his pierced lobe between his lips once again. "You need to answer me, princess."

Jungkook softly nods his head and whimpers, resting his head against Taehyung's shoulder. "I-I trust you."

Taehyung smirks and threads the black blindfold between his fingers, ensuring that there aren't any creases. He wants this entire thing to go perfectly because he finally gets to fuck the 'straight' nerd, Jeon Jungkook.

Pressing a small hickey underneath his ear, Taehyung covers Jungkook's closed eyes with the blindfold and ties it around the back. From there, he stands in-front of the blindfolded boy and runs a hand down the side of his rosy cheek, feeling his cock strain at how pretty he looks.

"You can open your eyes, but you won't see anything," Taehyung chuckles, toying with the hem of the brunette's white shirt, begging to strip it off of his body. "I'm stripping you, princess."

Jungkook opens his eyes and, to his expectations, he can see pitch black because his vision is completely restricted by the silky blindfold. He thickly swallows and he hears Taehyung chuckle at him. They're standing in the middle of Jungkook's bedroom with the moon casting light through the large window, glancing down at the busy streets of Busan from Jungkook's apartment.

Without wasting much time, Taehyung pulls the boy's white shirt over his head and throws it into a messy pile near the door. Afterwards, he drops to his knees and starts messing with the buttons on Jungkook's jeans, slowly pulling the denim fabric down his slim thighs and legs. Jungkook steps out of them and Taehyung smirks, throwing them into the pile with the shirt and socks.

A cold breeze brushes past Jungkook's legs and he visibly shivers, feeling his legs turn to jelly beneath him as the butt-plug brushes over his prostate once again. The setting is rather low, but it stills makes Jungkook whimper and whine.

Taehyung stays on his knees, peppering kisses down the brunette's tanned thighs, sucking dark hickeys in certain places. Jungkook softly moans at the feeling of Taehyung's plump lips marking his thighs, threading his fingers through the older's red hair, guiding his head upwards to get Taehyung closer to his aching cock.

Taehyung trails those kisses up the boy's bare chest and gets on his feet, tightly securing his hand around his wrists. The red-haired boy ghosts his lips over Jungkook's and his smirk radiates against his skin, knowing how much this is teasing him.

"Put your hands behind your back, princess."

Jungkook crosses his wrists over one another behind his back, waiting for what will happen next. He hears the sound of metal clang together and feels handcuffs bind his wrists together, and Jungkook releases a breathless chuckle because he knows that this is the kind of day he's having.

"Bend over."

Taehyung grips the boy's forearm and guides him towards the bed, bending him over the side. Jungkook's face is pressed into the comfortable sheets and Taehyung presses his clothed cock against his ass, taking a handful of the plump flesh in his veiny hand.