Every Rule He Wrote (Taekook)

Every Rule He Wrote (Taekook)

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TRIGGER WARNINGS INCLUDED. "I'll decide what you get. When you get it. If you get it." Taehyung didn't need to raise his voice-power radiated from him like heat, and Jungkook could only nod, already owned. Jungkook thought he wanted more than just casual sex from Taehyung, but when he asked for it, he didn't anticipate that "more" would mean surrendering everything. What begins as a physical entanglement unravels into a brutal game of power and obedience, where pain is mistaken for care, and silence becomes the only safety. Stripped of his body and rights and steadily reshaped by control, discipline, and humiliation, Jungkook clings to the fantasy of being wanted-even as Taehyung makes one thing clear: "You're going to do what I say when I say it... or you can leave. But if you stay--you're mine."
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"Rule Three," he said coldly, "was very clear." Y/n's lips trembled. "I'm sor-" "On your knees." Her breath hitched, but she obeyed. He walked toward her in silence. From his pocket, he drew the black leather blindfold. "Eyes." She hesitated-and that earned her a slap. Not harsh. Not cruel. Just enough to sting. To remind her. To arouse something twisted inside them both. "Crawl to me," Jungkook ordered. Naked. Blindfolded. Gagged. She crawled. The cold floor teased her skin. Her nipples, already hard from the humiliation, dragged against the tiles. The air itself felt like fingers, whispering over her thighs. She reached his boots and stopped, trembling.

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