Twelve Days of Summer (TAEKOOK) {18+} COMPLETE

Day 6.2

"Ohh..." Taehyung gasps, despite himself, when the meaning of the words hits somewhere deep inside. Ohfuck. Fuckfuckfuck. A Doll. He is, in his current role, the personification of Jungkook's favourite endearment when he drifts darker... more dominant. A mere doll. An object purely to be used for pleasure.

Oh lord.

Taehyung's shakes, eyelashes fluttering, knees spreading, waist arching deeply, when a profound, rich pleasure at the thought hits him in the depths of his loins, for a moment he fears the worst, unable to tell if he's broken the most important rule: don't come until permitted. He can feel his cock twitch and leak onto the table.

When no telling off comes, with a shaky breath, he sighs with relief. But the tension is unbearable, it's impossible to stay still. His whole body stretches, as if expanding beyond its capacity for a moment, trying to accommodate all the heat still building.

Jungkook interrupts Taehyung's pleasured writhing, his voice harder and many shades darker.

"Dolls don't speak... Dolls don't move."

*SLAP*

A harsh hand of punishment lands on the pliable flesh of Taehyung's buttock to remind him of the fact and the hit is hard enough to propel the whole of his body forward.

"Ah!" Taehyung moans loudly, forgetting himself in the intense pleasure.

"Dolls don't speak, dolls don't move, Doll," Jungkook repeats for emphasis and another hand lands to stamp the words into the skin.

He spanks again and again, on alternate sides until Taehyung's ass feels like it's on fire, while every limb is deliciously soft and relaxed with the pleasure that spreads everywhere like an endless surge until he feels mindless, almost spaceless in his existence, just a cloud of pleasure without body.

The soft caresses over the stinging flesh between hits feel so gentle and loving, they spread the pleasure, like melting butter on a slice of toast, again and again, until Taehyung feels tears stinging at the back of his eye lids from the intensity of emotion swelling inside him. His head droops down between the shoulders, it's all too much.

Immediately, tender fingers find their way under his wet chin and lift with great care until he is looking up into the black pools of want, where hints of concern flash at the edges. A hand traces across Taehyung's cheek and pushes the messy curls out of his eyes.

Jungkook gasps at the sight of his boyfriend, what a delicious, soft mess, he thinks. The sparkling eyes, with eyelashes clumping together over the bright, red cheeks, Taehyung simply takes his breath away.

"You are the prettiest doll, Taehyung," he says quietly, leaning close to his face. "...and I love you..." he whispers, like a secret against the bitten lips, just to bring him back from wherever he has drifted into.

Jungkook carries on caressing over the trembling silk of the skin until he feels the emotional surge settle. Dropping small kisses all over the waist, back and shoulders, he stays close, whispering sweet nothings to his boyfriend until it's time to carry on.

"Are you going to be a good doll for me, Beautiful?" Jungkook finally asks, he knows the way his boyfriend answers will determine if, and how, he can carry on.

"The best..." Taehyung answers eagerly, in a sweet voice, his posture straightening as much as it can in his contorted position. Jungkook smiles, the loving, whisper of a kiss on the swollen lips is entirely in contrast with his words:

"We'll see about that. I haven't told you to close that mouth."

Jungkook feels relieved when it doesn't take long for Taehyung to be shaking out of need again, drooling down onto the table. A few strategically running hands over the back and the bright pink ass cheeks and he can barely stay on his knees and elbows, he's so quick to flash into heat again.