Smut.

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Jeongguk wakes up with a jolt as he feels the air being pushed out of his lungs. His eyes are squinted as he peers over beside him and stares at Taehyung who’s still fast asleep, elbow digging obnoxiously in his side. Jeongguk pushes Taehyung off him and grumbles, trying hard to get back to sleep.

Taehyung's elbow pokes him again.

Jeongguk pushes him harder this time, creating a small space between them so that there’d be no way Taehyung would hit him this time. He even sticks a pillow between then for good measure. Satisfied, he pulls the blanket closer towards himself and tries to fall asleep once more.

Taehyung’s leg kicks him underneath the blanket.

“For fuck’s sake!” Jeongguk groans out loud as he sits up angrily and scowls. He gives Taehyung a forceful shove that sends him tumbling off the bed. He lands on the floor with a dull thud and wakes up, startled.

“What happened?” Tae asks blearily, yawning as he speaks.

“You fell.” Jeongguk responds curtly.

“Oh.”

Taehyung climbs back into the bed and moves the pillow aside so he can wrap his arms around Jeongguk. Jeongguk scowls and does not reciprocate the hug.

“Good morning.” Tae mumbles.

“Is it?” Jeongguk complains.

“Eww, your breath stinks.”

“Go to hell, Taehyung.”

“What’s got you in a bad mood? Did you wet the bed? Have a nightmare?” Taehyung says with his eyes closed, trying to fall asleep again.

“The only nightmare here is you.”

“Me? I just woke up; what could I have done?”

“You sleep like your main goal is to hurt me.”

“I what?”

“You’re a violent sleeper and a detriment to my health.” Jeongguk frowns.

“So, I kick a little – who cares?”

“I think I would’ve had an easier time defending myself against Bruce Lee.”

“Now you’re just being dramatic.” Taehyung rolls his eyes. “I’m going back to sleep. Wake me up in an hour so I have time to get ready for work.”

“At least put on boxing gloves to soften the blow.” Jeongguk suggests.

“Fuck you.”

“I’m serious. I have some in my workout room. Either that or you go sleep on the sofa.”

“You’re such a little bitch.” Taehyung dismisses, “I’m staying right here.”

“If you stay here then I'll tie you up.” Jeongguk says.

“You what?”

“If you stay here and continue to kick me, I’m going to tie you up and you won’t be able to go anywhere.”

“I’ve got work today – you can’t do that.”

“Trust me, I will.”

“Unless you’re gonna pay me £12.50 an hour then I don’t think you will.” Taehyung snorts, rolling over as Jeongguk stands up and gets out of bed. “If you’re going downstairs then be a dear and put the kettle on.”

But Jeongguk does not go downstairs, and only goes towards a small wardrobe in the corner of the room. Taehyung’s not sure what clothes Jeongguk keeps in there; it's always locked, but he cracks open an eye and sneakily takes a peek – maybe he can steal some of whatever’s in there.

Jeongguk is still muttering profanities aimed at Taehyung under his breath as he digs through his wardrobe, rifling through various different objects before pulling out exactly what he’s looking for. He chucks it on the bed and it lands next to Taehyung’s head in all its dark red glory.

Rope.

Lots of it.

“You can’t be serious.” Taehyung says, mildly panicked. “I have to go to work!”

“I promise I don’t care in the fucking slightest.” Jeongguk says, monotone. “You still have time to go and move to the sofa.”

“Y-You can’t do this. I wanna stay here – you go! Boxing gloves are taking it too far, and frankly I think you’re being a little over-dramatic. I didn’t do anything besides-”

“Sh.” Jeongguk says once and immediately Taehyung is silenced he watches Jeongguk pick up the rope and is filled with a weird cocktail of arousal and fear.

Jeongguk takes the rope and begins to pull the knots loose with his teeth, making clear and direct eye contact with Taehyung as he does so. Taehyung scoffs and rolls his eyes, knowing it’s nothing more than a bunch of menacing theatrics meant to turn him on – he’s better than that, and refuses to play
in Jeongguk’s silly, degrading little game.

His cock twitches in his pants.

Fuck.

“It’s not too late to go, Tae. I’ll give you five seconds.”

“Save your pity for the weak.” Taehyung retorts automatically, and Jeongguk practically lunges at him at that. Taehyung is restrained on the bed like a criminal against a police car, hands firmly held behind his back and head forcefully shoved into the mattress.

“You’ve had enough chances, you fucking brat. I’m not here to play fucking games with you.” Jeongguk snarls. He begins tying the rope tightly around Taehyung’s arms, ignoring Tae’s squirming and wiggling. “Keep still or I’ll tie your cock too and you won’t be able to get off at all.” He threatens, and Taehyung groans beneath him.

“You’re cruel.” Tae complains, kicking his legs instead. He hopes that Jeongguk can’t see the way he desperately tries to grind his hips into the mattress with each kick, but with the way a firm hand comes to restrain him at his sides, he guesses that he wasn’t as discreet as the thought he was. “Untie me right now. I don’t like it.” He lies, knowing he’s not even convincing himself at this point.

“Do you really think you’re in the position to be demanding things right now, TaeTae? And in such a rude way too; will you and that rotten mouth of yours ever learn how to be quiet? Hmm? You only make things worse for yourself.” Jeongguk chastises condescendingly as he moves on to tie Taehyung’s legs to the bed posts. Using one hand, he tugs at Taehyung’s shorts and boxers to pull them down and stops him from moving away with one simple glare.

Tugging them down, he raises an eyebrow in a less-than-impressed manner at the sight of Taehyung’s hard cock, and he pushes it meanly with one finger, watching it bob back and forth.

“What’s this? My my, don’t tell me you like your punishment? Taehyung, you filthy boy. I thought you wanted me to untie you?” Jeongguk taunts.

“F-Fuck you, Jeongguk.” Taehyung spits, and the cruel smile on Jeongguk’s face disappears to make way for a glare that sends a shiver down Taehyung’s spine. Jeongguk grips Tae’s face in his hands and renders him unable to continue his cursing spree.

“I don’t like the way you talk to me.” Jeongguk warns, staring deep into Taehyung’s eyes. “If I break you apart here, I’m the only one who can put you back together again, so you’d better watch the way you talk to me, understand? I’m in charge here.”

He pushes Taehyung’s legs out and spreads them apart each time Taehyung tries to close them in shame.

“There’s no point trying to hide from me, Tae. I already know you want to be dominated, there’s no use trying to deny it. You’re lucky I’m not tying them to you.” Jeongguk says, and finally Taehyung
relents.

It’s a weird feeling, having someone be able to read his body language and inner most thoughts without so much as a glance, and his heart beats erratically in his chest. He’s never been tied up before, and he tries to be scared of this new sexual experience but can’t bring himself to be – never with Jeongguk.

And that in itself scares him.

Before long, he finds himself completely tied up, unable to move at all. Jeongguk picks his entire body up by the ropes like a fucking shopping bag and flips him onto his side carelessly. Taehyung moans as the ropes scrape against the tip of his penis deliciously. They hug his balls in such an intensely addictive way that he feels kind of lightheaded, and he knows it will not take him long to cum from the rope stimulation alone.

Despite the fact that Jeongguk had said he wouldn’t tie his cock, he had ended up doing so after the third or fourth time Taehyung had sworn at him, even going so far as to gag him with his own boxers. He wouldn’t have guessed that he’d be into being tied up and restrained, but Tae supposes there’s a first time for everything.

Jeongguk is talking to him – he knows that because he can see the way his lips are moving, but nothing is being received by Taehyung’s brain. All the blood is in his cock, thick and pulsing where it’s tied against his tummy. Every little shift he makes causes the rope to rub against him in a way that makes his eyes roll back, and he’s so close from rope stimulation alone that he’s been leaking precum for who knows how long. Jeongguk either doesn’t know or doesn’t care, because he hasn’t commented on the fact that Taehyung’s clearly about to cum, so the sub takes his chances and buries his head into the blanket as he cries out and spills against his tummy, cum spurting onto the ropes and on the blankets as he fucks against the rope for more stimulation. Tae tries to be quiet, he really does, but he can’t quite contain the sob that wracks through him, body overwhelmed at the intensity of his orgasm.

He opens his eyes and prays that somehow, miraculously, Jeongguk hasn’t noticed.

But of course he has. How couldn’t he?

Jeongguk slaps him across the face sharply, and the boxers fall from Tae’s mouth. Taehyung’s embarrassed to feel more cum leak from his dick at the impact. It stays hard; trapped against his body.

“Untie me. Untie me.” Jeongguk mocks harshly, again holding Taehyung’s face in his hands. “Yet here you are creaming yourself like a useless bitch. You obviously like it, and this right here is proof.” Jeongguk says as he smears his fingers into the mess on Taehyung’s belly. “You can’t even stay still when you’re fucking tied up; is there anything you’re good for?”

Taehyung opens his eyes blearily and stares up at Jeongguk’s unreadable expression.

“S-Sorry.” He apologizes for some reason. His head is woozy, and his mind is far away, but it just feels like the right thing to do.

“My, aren’t you a fast learner, hmm? Finally got some manners, but only after you got what you wanted, huh? It’s not going to cut it, Taehyung.” Jeongguk says.

Taehyung stares up at him with wide eyes, as Jeongguk takes his own sleep shorts off, completely bare underneath. His cock is hard already, and Taehyung’s heart beats wildly in his chest as he thinks about how just tying someone up has made Jeongguk so horny already.

Using one hand, Jeongguk grabs Taehyung by his brown hair and pulls his head back, forcing him to look up and make eye contact and Taehyung gasps in surprise.

“Perhaps we’ll put that fucking mouth to the test and see how sorry you truly are, hm?” Jeongguk says with a wild glint in his eye, adoring the way he’s forced Taehyung into submission. “Maybe this will help you learn how and when to shut the fuck up.”

“F-Fuck you.” Taehyung swears, and Jeongguk doesn’t even have a rebuttal, just moaning before shoving his cock deep into Taehyung’s throat. Tae gags immediately, completely caught off guard, but Jeongguk just laughs at him cruelly, hand grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him up and down his cock carelessly like that.

Taehyung fidgets and kicks in protest but can’t physically move more than that, and so he’s forced to comply as Jeongguk ruts his cock against his tongue. With his mouth full, he can’t respond to Jeongguk’s taunts and goading, and the dom knows exactly that, laughing at Taehyung and taking his penis out to smear it all over Tae’s lips as Taehyung gasps for air.

“Do you like it, bitchboy? Finally doing something useful with your mouth for once?” Jeongguk sneers, and Taehyung’s mind is a bit too far away to successfully stop the moan that escapes his lips as he pants desperately for air. He sticks his tongue out to suckle at Jeongguk’s tip, and Jeongguk sneers something Taehyung doesn’t quite catch, before pushing his cock back in and using Taehyung’s throat as he pleased.

“Fucking filthy.” Jeongguk mutters.

Taehyung can’t exactly respond, instead trying to focus on breathing through his nose and gasping from his mouth when Jeongguk mercifully stops forcing his cock down Taehyung’s throat. Tae knows that he should hate it. He should hate how hard the rough treatment makes him. He should hate that he loves the submission. He should hate that he’s being used like a lifeless ragdoll. He should hate how he’s not in control and most certainly is not fulfilling his dom-top status, but he can’t bring himself to focus on anything other than the salty taste of Jeongguk’s precum and the heady, musky scent of his balls, every time Jeongguk drags his face across them. Infact, it only makes him more eager to please, allowing his head to be maneuvered however Jeongguk sees fit.

He back and forth movements drag the rope along his cock and Taehyung moans around Jeongguk’s dick, lightheaded and desperate to cum. His hips move in frantic, jerking movements, trying to get friction against both his tip and his balls, and one particularly harsh tug on his head makes the ropes twist in such a way that Taehyung has to pull his head off Jeongguk’s cock to throw his head back completely and fucking moan, high-pitched and shameless.

And before he knows it, he’s humping the ropes again, chasing the erotic stimulation with quick cants of his hips as Jeongguk uses his head like a pocket pussy.

“Gonna-” Taehyung gasps, already squirting his hot filthy cum everywhere as he speaks – on the bed, on the ropes, on himself. He doesn’t even need to jack himself through his orgasm; the rope going above and beyond to milk him completely dry, rubbing against his cock and balls till he begins to feel raw.

Holy shit.

"F-fuuuck.” Jeongguk groans, and he’s spilling into Taehyung’s tired throat. Jeongguk slows his pace as he rides through the orgasm, watching Taehyung struggle a bit to keep all the cum in his mouth as he does so. Finally, Jeongguk lets go of Taehyung’s head and pulls him off his cock with a forceful shove, Taehyung swaying as he tries not to collapse backwards. His core hurts like hell.

He starts to swallow, but before he manages to do so, Jeongguk rasps out above him, “Can I see?”

That’s hot Taehyung thinks as he obediently opens his mouth, filled with Jeongguk’s thick white spend, swirling his tongue around the mess inside.

“Oh, fuck, Tae. Good boy.” Jeongguk praises as he reaches down to pat Taehyung’s cheek and presses under his chin to get him to close his mouth and finish swallowing.

Taehyung finally collapses backwards, head hitting the pillows strewn behind him. He starts to speak but the words don’t come out right and he scrunches his face up in mild discomfort. Jeongguk stops him.

“Ah ah ah – no speaking for you. Keep that little mouth of yours closed for the time being, and let yourself rest. I'll take care of you.” Jeongguk reassures warmly.

And with that, Taehyung closes his eyes and passes out.

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Bonjour 😊

He's okay lol I just didn't know how else to write that he was tired.

Sorry for the long wait and thanks to those of you who are patient with me ☺
I'm only 15 i have an abundance of school work and extra curriculars, so I really don't have any free time to write 💔 I either write secretly in the lesson or blow off homework to finish a chapter 🤪 so please just be aware that I can't be one of those authors who updates all of their books weekly. ❤

I hope this chapter was a great escape from reality for you guys, bc lord knows the world outside is a complete mess right now <3

Let me know what you'd like to see next!

-bb