Smut pt.3

“I want you on your back, legs spread out like a whore for me.” Was the first command. Taehyung crawled forward onto the bed and fell onto his back. He spread his legs, just as instructed. A low chuckle sounded. “Such a needy whore.”

“So needy. So, so needy for you Master.”

Jungkook made his way between Taehyung's legs and spread them a little farther apart. He positioned himself at the man’s entrance and without any warning pushed himself all the way in.

Taehyung gasped and arched his back, clutching on the nearest thing, which happened to be Jungkook. He gripped the dom’s biceps as his body began to be used, just as he’d asked.

Jungkook wasn’t taking things slowly at all. He didn’t wait for the man to adjust, seeing that he’d just had a butt plug and a dildo inside of him earlier.

He moved his hips harshly, snapping them back and forth. Taehyung whimpered and couldn’t even say anything.

He wouldn’t be able to say anything if he tried. Jungkook was quite literally fucking his brains out.

“You’re so tight, baby. Usually sluts like you are loose.”

Taehyung merely moaned, his head thrown back and the smooth skin of his neck on full display.

Only when Jungkook attached his mouth to Taehyung’s skin did Tae remember how many marks he’d had on him the last time. Jungkook liked to mark his property.

Jungkook sucked harshly on the skin of his new submissive. The old marks had faded far too quickly for his liking.

He trailed his mouth downwards, once Taehyung’s neck was covered in purple and red marks.

“M-master!” Taehyung cried out.

“Hmm?” Jungkook looked up at his whining baby.

“C-choke me…” Taehyung whispered. Jungkook smirked and snapped his hips particularly hard, causing Taehyung to gasp. Jungkook latched a hand onto the man’s throat and squeezed lightly, cutting off some of his air supply.

Taehyung’s mouth was open in a silent scream of pleasure as Jungkook continued to move his hips and leave a trail of hickies down his chest.

“Shit.” Jungkook groaned, feeling his second orgasm of the night approaching. He moved faster, releasing into Taehyung not long after. He pulled out slowly and grabbed underneath the man’s knees, lifted his legs up.

He kissed his inner thighs, tracing over the old marks that read his name. He then trailed closer and closer to Taehyung’s entrance before licking the leaking cum, tasting himself.

He slowly lowered Taehyung onto the bed and removed the blindfold. Taehyung eyes were hooded, his breathing quick and shallow. He looked completely wrecked.

Jungkook left and grabbed a towel, wiping himself off and then walking over and wiping Taehyung off.

“You good?”

“J...just great.” Taehyung panted out. Jungkook nodded and dressed, then grabbed Taehyung’s clothes and dressed him. “Where are we going?”

“This isn’t my room. This is my play room. Come on, we don’t sleep here.”

“But…” Taehyung whined and buried his face ito Jungkook’s chest, feeling exhausted. Soon enough he fell asleep. Jungkook laughed lowly and carried Taehyung out of the room.

They made their way to Jungkook’s actual bedroom. He placed the man on the bed and tucked him in before walking to his bathroom to take a shower.

The next morning Taehyung awoke really sore. He hadn’t done something that rough in a while.

“Shit…” he muttered, slowly sliding off of the bed and balancing himself out on the wall. Jungkook was in the bed beside him, still sleeping.

Taehyung managed to hobble his way to the bathroom where he stripped and stepped into the shower. His muscles instantly relaxed underneath the warm water and he just sat there for a long while, enjoying it.

When he was done, he stepped out and grabbed a towel, looking around. His clothes were gone and a silk robe rested where his clothes originally were. He shrugged and put it on before waddling out of the bathroom. Jungkook was dressing when Taehyung came in.

“Do you feel okay?”

“Sore, but that’s to be expected.”

“I’m having some clothes sent up for you, and then we’re going to go and introduce you to the people you’ll be working with.”

“Right now? As in today?”

“Why, is today a problem?”

“I literally have your hand print wrapped around my throat, and don’t even get me started on the hickies.”

“Get used to it, they won’t go away as long as you’re with me.” Taehyung rolled his eyes.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay, Master.”

“Good.” A knock sounded on the door. A maid entered and bowed, setting some clothes down before exiting. Taehyung walked over to them and pulled on the simple black tee. He spotted something white underneath the jeans and took it out.

“Panties? Really?”

Jungkook shrugged.

“These are impractical.”

“You’ll wear them.”

“They offer no support.”

“I’m sure you’ll get used to them.” Taehyung groaned, but pulled them on, silently cursing at the fact that they were more comfortable than he thought.

He pulled the jeans on and then turned to Jungkook. “I’m ready.”

“Let’s go then.”