His TOY (a Taekook 🔞fiction)

🔞Chapter 16🔞

Taehyung reached the mansion within 20 minutes. Yoongi opened the mansion and guided Taehyung to the room on the first floor; he left. 

Taehyung knew how Jeon liked to play with his toys. He always wanted them prepared for him, even though he let them know his arrival before 1 hour.

His toys already made sure to stretch them open for Jeon, as he never tried to do it for them or never cared. All he did was bend them over until his frustration or anger subsided.

Taehyung looked around the room; the room only had a bed in the middle and a few cupboards. 

This house, he knows it; even though he was never here, he knows how Jeon hates this place. 

He knows Jeon hates his mother too. But he also knows that his hate does not purely arise from loathing; it is from the sadness that Jeon never let him fully discover. 

Taehyung got out of all the dresses he was wearing. He felt the moments moving like snails; he wanted to see Jeon; he wanted to hug him, take all the pain out of him.

Seconds and minutes passed. And the door opened with a force. 

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Jeon was feeling somewhat relaxed as he started the vehicle towards Taehyung. But he needs to channel this emotion into something else. He couldn't take all this inside his heart. 

Whenever he felt overwhelmed before, he had his toys ready for him. to take in as it is. 

Jeon parked the car on the familiar porch. He always felt angry about this place, but now his mind only told him one thing: Taehyung was waiting. 

When Jeon entered the room, he saw Taehying on his knees, naked for him. 

Taehyung was waiting for him. just the way he likes. But unlike other times, he felt an urge to hug him. He walked close to the bed.

"Taehyung," he called. Taehyung was looking at him from the moment he entered the room; without wasting another second, he stepped out of the bed and hugged Jeon. 

"Why did you agree to come here, Taehyung? I am not in mind. I will hurt you."

"You won't, Jeon; I knew it, or else you won't be standing here, hugging me,

"I can't do anything like that to you, and I need to let my anger out, Taehyung. With you, it is not possible."

"You can do anything to me, and you know it, Jeon, and if you dare to touch anyone other than me, I will make sure to let anyone see me and touch me and use me." 

"How dare Taehyung? How dare you say something like that? Jeon asked, trapping Taehyung between him and the wall. He kissed Taehyung hard and harshly, and Taehyung felt it—the anger—and he was happy. 

"No one else will get to touch you, Taehyung. No fucking one in this world. Do you understand?" Jeon asked, 

"Same goes for you too, Mr. Jeon." Taehyung also said. 

"It is me who owns you, Taehyung. It is me, not you."

"It is you who was ready to let me go, but it is me you planned to stay."

"Why? Why? Why? 

"Because I want you to use me, Jeon. I love it when you use me, I fucking Love it, Jeon."

"Then get ready to love it more." Jeon tugged his head up until they were facing each other.

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