nighthawk | tk ✔️

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it had been weeks since taehyung woke up in chains.

i kept him bound at first, watching him closely, waiting for any sign of struggle, any spark of defiance in those beautiful, sharp eyes. but he never fought me. never begged. never screamed.

he didn’t even try to push me away. instead, he acted like nothing had changed between us. he was soft-spoken, affectionate even, whispering that he understood, that he wasn’t angry, that maybe—maybe this was meant to happen.

i didn’t believe him at first. how could i? but with each passing day, he only proved himself. he ate when i fed him, curled up beside me at night, pressed his warmth against my body as if he wanted to be there. when i finally unlocked the chains, he only stretched his legs and sighed in relief, but he never ran.

the doors stayed locked, the windows shut, and anything that could connect him to the outside world was out of his reach. but i needed to be sure. so i tested him.

one afternoon, i left my phone on the table, within reach. an easy mistake. a temptation. i watched from the shadows, heart pounding, waiting for him to grab it, to try and call for help. but he didn’t even glance at it. he just kept flipping through his book, fingers lazily tracing the words.

so i tried again. i left the key to the front door on the coffee table and stepped into the shower. when i came back, it was exactly where i left it. taehyung was on the couch, eyes fluttering shut as if the quiet had made him sleepy.

it had been weeks of these small tests, and he passed every single one.

i could feel it—i was starting to believe him. he was mine. he had accepted his fate, accepted me. and when he whispered that we were meant to be together, i finally let myself believe it too. the thought warmed me, made my grip on him loosen, my paranoia ease. i didn’t need to test him anymore.

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that night, he lay beside me, tracing lazy shapes against my bare chest. his touch was soft, his body warm, pliant—perfect.

"you trust me now, don’t you?" he murmured, voice light, teasing. his lips brushed against my skin, trailing lower, breath warm against my stomach.

i exhaled slowly, running my fingers through his hair. “yeah,” i admitted. “i do.”

he hummed, shifting until he was fully between my legs. at first, i thought nothing of it. but then he pressed a lingering kiss to my hip bone, then another, dragging his lips lower.

i stilled, fingers tightening in his hair. "tae?"

he glanced up at me, his lips curling into a small, almost innocent smile. "let me," he whispered. "i want to."

before i could process his words, he leaned down, his tongue dragging along the underside of my cock, slow and deliberate.

a sharp hiss left my lips. my body tensed at the sudden wet heat. i hadn’t expected this—hadn’t even thought he would be the one to initiate it—but fuck, i wasn’t about to stop him.

he moved slowly, teasing the tip before pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the length. he wasn’t hesitant—he was playing with me, testing how much i could take.

i groaned, my fingers twitching in his hair. "tae—"

he ignored me, taking just the tip into his mouth, sucking lightly before pulling away, his tongue flicking against the slit. my breath stuttered, my thighs tensing.

"stop teasing," i gritted out, patience wearing thin.

his eyes darkened, something unreadable flickering in them, but he didn’t stop. instead, he let his tongue swirl around the head, slow and sinful, before taking me deeper, inch by inch, painfully controlled.

my jaw clenched. my muscles coiled tight, my breath uneven. he was doing this on purpose—pushing me to the edge just to pull away, keeping his movements slow enough to drive me insane.

my grip in his hair tightened. "you little—"

he hollowed his cheeks and sucked, hard.

i cursed, hips jerking involuntarily, forcing myself deeper into his mouth. i barely had time to feel guilty before pleasure hit me like a shockwave.

"fuck," i growled, patience snapping.

i didn’t let him control the pace anymore. my fingers tightened in his hair, my other hand gripping the back of his head as i thrust up, forcing myself deeper. he choked slightly but didn’t pull away, letting me use his mouth the way i wanted.

"yeah, just like that," i groaned, breath ragged. "take it."

he obeyed, his throat swallowing around me, his moans vibrating against my cock. it was messy—spit pooling at the corners of his lips, eyes glazed over as he took everything i gave him.

i was getting close, my body wound tight, muscles tensed. i should’ve warned him, told him to pull back—but i didn’t. instead, i gritted my teeth and thrust deep one last time, groaning as i spilled into his mouth.

he barely flinched. he swallowed everything, his tongue flicking out to lap up what was left before pulling away, his lips swollen, slick with saliva and cum.

my chest heaved as i reached down, dragging him up by the chin. my thumb swiped over his bottom lip, watching as he licked it away.

"you’ve been so good for me," i murmured, my voice thick with satisfaction.

he smiled, tilting his head slightly. "i belong to you, jungkook."

i exhaled sharply, the words sending a deep satisfaction curling in my chest. i pulled him closer, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss.

"you do," i muttered against his mouth before flipping him onto his stomach. "and i’m going to reward you for it."

he barely had time to process before i was pushing my cock inside him, rough and impatient. he bit his lip and arched into the touch.

i groaned at the tight heat surrounding me, my grip on his hips bruising as i fucked him hard, fast, desperate to claim him completely.

by the time i came again, buried deep inside, he was spent, his body sore, his voice hoarse from moaning.

i pressed a kiss to his shoulder, my grip loosening. "tomorrow," i murmured, "i’m taking you out."

he swallowed, giving me a soft smile.

"i can’t wait." he whispered.