Babydoll

19

Taehyung’s summer break started and he was happy. Yoongi was still keeping an eye on him but he wasn’t holding him in the house all the time anymore. So he could go out with his friends and occasionally with Jungkook. He knew it was dangerous, he knew he could be grounded again but he didn’t care. Spending time with the boss, whether it was in the gym, outside or under the bed sheets, was making him truly happy.

He realized that he fell for the gangster and he expected that thought to scare him shitless but it never happened. He just felt at peace.

Jungkook was showing him affection more and more, sometimes kissing him for no reason whatsoever, giving him expensive gifts and pillow-talking with him in his bedroom after a wild round of sex. Taehyung was pretty sure the boss shared his feelings but he didn’t want to get his hopes high so instead of thinking about it too much, he was just enjoying every moment with the older man.

Sometimes, when they were together, when Jungkook was buried deep inside him and the pleasure was taking over his mind, his eyes slipped to the knife on the bedside table. It was always there, Jungkook probably had it there for his defence, just like the gun in his bedside table but it seemed like the knife was mocking Taehyung, like it was calling to him, like it was tempting him.

One night, when he was writhing in the bed sheets as Jungkook was pounding into him and he felt his stomach getting tighter, he eyed the knife again. He felt a burning need under his skin. He’s waited long enough, he wanted to do this.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung choked out, looking up at the older with glossy eyes. The older grunted and looked down on him.

“Want you to use it on me,” Taehyung breathed out, head turning to the bedside table and eyes landing on the knife. Jungkook followed his gaze, eyes turning darker when he realized what Taehyung was requesting.

“Is that so, baby doll?” Jungkook gripped his chin to turn his head so they were staring at each other: “Would you want me to cut your pretty skin? To make you hurt and bleed for me?”

“Yes!” Taehyung cried out as the gangster thrusted into him sharply. His hand slid down Jungkook’s biceps, leaving a long scratch as his body started trembling. Only imagining Jungkook actually doing it was pushing him closer to the edge and it seemed Jungkook wasn’t any better because his movements started getting harder and more ruthless.

“Want to make you hurt so good, kitten, see how good and pliant you are for me,” the older got out through gritted teeth, not showing any signs of stopping as he was hammering into Taehyung, making his back arch from the bed. Taehyung let out a strangled sound, shooting his come all over their stomachs after hearing those words.

He was panting, coming down from his height when suddenly Jungkook pulled out of him without finishing.

“What are you doing? You didn’t come,” Taehyung looked at the other, surprised.

“Do you wanna do it right now?” Jungkook leaned down so their faces were only an inch from each other. Taehyung felt his breath catching in his throat, he didn’t expect for it to happen tonight but when he saw the lustful gaze in Jungkook’s eyes, he knew what his answer was.

“Yes,” the blonde nodded, heart hammering in his ribcage.

“Where do you want me to do it?” Jungkook asked, panting slightly. He trailed his hand down Taehyung’s side, stopping at his hip: “Here?”

Then he dragged his hand down between his body and the mattress, stopping at his back: “Or maybe here?”

Then he continued, dragging his hand down to Taehyung’s thighs, which was undoubtedly one of his favourite body parts on the younger: “Or what about here on your pretty legs? You would feel the pain every time you’d walk or sit down, you’d remember this moment for days.”