Jungkook pulled Taehyung's hair. "I'm not your slut or whore here, understood?" Taehyung hissed in pain.
"Y-yes, Master," Taehyung replied, meeting Jungkook's gaze firmly.
"You have the courage to look me in the eyes," Jungkook mocked as Taehyung looked down.
"Good. But don't forget your place. You're just a slut." With that, Jungkook released Taehyung's hair and left the room.
"What sin did I commit to deserve all this?" Taehyung asked, hugging his knees tightly.
"I was happy in my life, loyal to my job, and now what do I get? False allegations of fraud?" He cried harder.
"And now I have to endure this torture too, having to sell myself," he sobbed loudly.
"The marks you left on my body must be deeper than just skin. Maybe I won't see them after some time, but I can still trace them with closed eyes," Taehyung said, tears streaming down his face.
::; top kook!¡bottom tae
::; age gap
::; smut
::; force sex
::; explicit sexual scenes
::; sadomasochism
𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
Aarna never thought two pink lines could shake her world.
She stood frozen, staring at the test in her trembling hands. Pregnant. A word she had longed to hear, yet feared the most.
Would he accept it? Or would he push her away again, just like before?
The door creaked open. Her heart pounded.
Sharad's sharp gaze met hers. "What are you hiding?"
Her breath hitched. She wasn't ready for this. Not yet.