LIBIDO TILL DEATH DO US PART! (1)

TAEKO— wait,

𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐏 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺, you know how to read, right? And yes, I'm mad right now.. Why you ask? Well, you remember reading this?

I've already notified that these smuts aren't like normal storyline derived smuts. These are "EROTICA", meant to be borderline sexual.

And, and wait.. like, tell me, what's the problem? Why report the pictures which are not even THAT explicit?! For example, this:

This picture was there in the previous chapter, "CONDITIONS", but got reported and deleted. I don't have evidence to prove so, cause as it gets deleted in the released chapter, it gets deleted in the draft as well. Now everything is up to how much you trust my words, :|

Now, tell me.. Hey, don't be shy, tell me. What's wrong in this picture? Does it show any private parts? Does it have too much nùdity in it? Heck.. wtf, I used this picture to make y'all visualise the outfit and someone reported it. 😐 Yes, I'm being petty right now because.. Listen here. It's not the first time I've received reports.

Earlier in Love Archive, I've included an edit of Jeongguk's back with white bondage, and that got reported. And I understand, because it was quite a mature picture, and I didn't want it to disturb readers because it was not exactly a smut book, but a short story one which I got carried away while writing.

I try not to write too explicit sèx scenes there and hence I created LIBIDO, to "especially" write smuts. But if even here, after all the numerous warnings and dedicating an entire chapter just to beware the audience about the contents of the story, and adding every last warning at the beginning of the chapter if I get reports because of a model in a short skirt provided for "aiding the visualisation".. How can I not get mad?

I'm not fuming right now as I write this, because the report came a few weeks earlier, and it felt so unfair because it's just for an outfit pic. I "really" had second thoughts whether I should update or not. One, because if I did, I'd be contradicting my own words when I said I'd stop updating on receiving reports. And if I do stop, obviously I'd come off as arrogant, petty, can't handle criticism, bla bla, childish, and self-centred.

But if I continue to update, there won't be any value to what I said earlier.. My words won't be taken seriously and there won't be any worth left to my cautioning.

So, get this straight, to the person who reported that picture. Please, I humbly ask you to leave this book.. I'm worried about you, because this chapter that I'll release after this long-àss note will leave you traumatized if you were affected by that picture alone. So, for your own peace, leave the book..

There's a reason I didn't promote LIBIDO anywhere. Because I know what I'm writing isn't meant for the mass audience here in Mangatoon/Noveltoon. What I write here questions many people's morals, even mine if I'm honest. But I write so, just to clear my head..

I love to write, because it helps me empty my head off these topics which out of the blue pop in my mind, and force me to overthink about. And I post, because I want to keep a soft-draft somewhere in the cloud in case my phone suddenly decides to cheat on me... Because the last time I wrote some disturbing stuff in my diary, I was at the verge of getting disowned and I'm not kidding. Seriously, my mother was about to disown me for fck's sake..

She made me burn those pages by my own hands, so you get the severity of the situation, right? Since then, I never wrote anything in hard copy.

So that's everything. I'm very, very sorry for boring you with my emo-shit. But hey, here's a new update! A really, messed up one that'll leave even the stone-hearted ones traumatized. . .

Please read the trigger warnings and tags, I tried to include every tag possible to give you an idea about what this Two-shot will be about. I 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 you to proceed with caution. Don't overestimate your ability to read messed-up shit, because this dribble is the superlative degree of 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏. It's high-key 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑵𝑮.

Watch out and take care~

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TAEKOOK

Sexual Masochism Disorder/ Extreme Psychotic tendencies and behavior/ Domestic violence/ Intermittent Explosive Disorder/ Frequent Adultery/ Bipolar characters/ Manipulation/ Gaslighting/ Necrophilia [𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐬] / Spectrophilia(?) [𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬] / Degradation/ Spanking/ Blow-jòbs/ Mature Visuals Added/ Abnormal Emotional Reactions/ Masochism-Sadism/ Boy-pùssy Jeongguk/ 𝐔𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

. . .

𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏!

The shrill sound of a slap was followed by numerous noises— someone toppling over furniture and a variety of items free-falling because of the crash. The thud-s and clang-s were loud enough to muffle the little squeak of pain from the victim of the slap.

Jeongguk sucked in a sharp breath, sniffling slightly. His one hand rested on his reddened cheek that throbbed in pain, the consequence of the slap. Jeongguk glanced up at the male standing in front of him— His husband of 2 years, and his boyfriend of 7 years to be exact.

Jeongguk's heart 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 as panic rose to his chest the longer he watched him fuming in anger. His almond eyes narrowed down to slits, sharp jaw clenched tightly, and chest heaving up and down plus his balled-up fists. 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, but not in a way Jeongguk 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝.

The whole scene unfolded like a recurring déjà vu for the poor boy— As if he was trapped in a time-loop, and he was made to travel back to the same place again and again. As if he was given the chance to make a change ample amount of times.

But Jeongguk.. One could say he didn't have a conscience of his own. No dignity nor any self-respect.

Because even after tolerating his husband, Taehyung's physical, emotional and psychological abuse for 4 whole years, he still stayed glued to him.

It'd be fair to say, Jeongguk was dependent on Kim Taehyung at an unhealthy level— The latter was his host, and without him, he'd die. 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉. . .

But what he might not realize is, that perhaps "he" was the host and Taehyung was the parasite— slowly sucking the life out of him, draining him of his energy and sanity, binding him in every way possible to keep exploiting him till he couldn't bear it anymore.

Jeongguk winces, squinting his eyes as the latter grabs a fistful of his hair and hauls him up slightly. Gguk was now hanging and standing halfway, supported just with the burning tug on his scalp, one of his knees supporting him.

He whimpered, sobbing, trying to hold Tae's hand and make him let go of his hair. But he didn't. Instead, Taehyung shoved him to the side, making him hit the wall and writhe on the cold, hard floor. . .

Kim Taehyung

"You little shit.. I'd been standing outside the door for such a long time after the entire day of work. (grits teeth) I rang the doorbell at least 100 times, called you, banged the door like a madman—"

Kim Taehyung

"But you—"

Tae raised his hand to slap him again but Jeongguk cowered and put his hands in front to protect himself. Tae's hand stopped midair.

Kim Taehyung

"Remove your hand,"

Taehyung muttered darkly to which Jeongguk peeked through his fingers but didn't dare to remove his hand. A muscle in Tae's jaw twitched, and he spoke again,

Kim Taehyung

"Remove your hand while I'm being nice.. It'll be worse or else,"

Jeongguk gulped and hesitantly removed his hand, only to be slapped again. 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟. The elder grabbed Jeongguk's chin and made him look into his eyes— dark and devoid of any empathy. Jeongguk lost his voice.. He knows, there's no escape from this nightmare till the morning comes.

Kim Taehyung

"Next time, if I find out you were sleeping peacefully while I stood outside the door, dead-tired.." (pauses)

Kim Taehyung

(deadly grin) "I swear to God, Jagi-ya, I won't just stop at slaps, understood?"

Taehyung smiled sweetly, which didn't appear sweet at all, cause it was a threat disguised as a warning. Jeongguk nodded wordlessly, fighting his tears that were at the verge of spilling out of his eyes.

Taehyung left his chin and turned around, opening his shirt and throwing it off somewhere in the room. His impressive back came on display, littered with numerous nail marks— the testimony of their morning activities. . .

Where Taehyung fcked Jeongguk's brains out while the latter mòaned obscenely. Throwing his head back in pleasure as he made lòve to him like a perfect lover. Making the boy see stars, making his toes curl in pure white ecstasy, the pillow damp with tears and the younger's nails digging into his back, overwhelmed with the onslaught of pleasure. 𝑬𝒖𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒄.

Jeongguk stared at his retreating figure wearily, his bruised had coming up to his face as he wiped away fresh tears. "𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦," Jeongguk assured himself, getting back up on his feet and made his way to the kitchen, limping.

He was used to Taehyung's bipolar behavior— his sweet, considerate and affectionate side whenever he's in a happy mood; His mean, violent and hot-tempered side whenever the little most things make him snap. . .

And Jeongguk was 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 with his good side enough to tolerate his bad side. To cope with his hits, his degrading words, his everyday threats.

If anyone was to see how normal Jeongguk was with Taehyung's behavior, they'd definitely question his sanity.. Because no sane person would stay how Jeongguk was staying with Taehyung after everything that happens every day.

You won't believe the extent of his submission unless you witness how he reacts.

If Taehyung was to render him defenseless and powerless to the ground after numerous slaps and hits. This is how Jeongguk would react: He'd crawl to his feet with the remaining amount of his energy and hug his legs. Amidst his sniffles, he'd look up to him with glossy eyes and apologise to him over and over again. Beg him to forgive him— which Taehyung always does. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦. (Jeongguk's glad because of that)

And when the next morning comes, he'd come and hug Jeongguk like a lovesick fool and shower him with kisses and compliments.. Just like that, Jeongguk would forget everything. Everything that happened the day before, the slaps, hits and the mean words.. As if it was just a dream. . .

He'd think of all sorts of possibilities to explain the bruises and marks around his limbs and stomach. Gguk would articulate that he must've had an undiagnosed sleepwalking habit. And because of that he must've knocked over furniture and fell over, thus hurting himself in the process. . . Quite literally any ridiculous shit his mind could come up with no matter how impractical it was.

. . . . . . . . . . .

Jeongguk sighs as he finishes doing the dishes and finally retreats to their bedroom to sleep for the night. His waist is still aching because of how hard he hit the edge of the vanity when Taehyung pushed him a few hours back.. But it's okay— he'll be alright after a good night's sleep.

Gguk enters the dark bedroom and navigates through the darkness, unwilling to switch on the light in case he wakes Taehyung up. He gently crawls onto the bed, as silent and motionless as possible for the same reason.

He releases an uneven breath once he's inside the duvet and Taehyung doesn't seem to have woken up. 𝑷𝒉𝒆𝒘. . .

But as soon as he closes his eyes, he feels a cold hand brush past his pajama shirt and reach his nìpples, tweaking them slowly and sensually which ultimately makes Jeongguk restless and needy, leaking from his pùssy helplessly with every nasty flick of his sensitive buds.

Gguk breathes shakily, his body curving into a C as the assault on his buds continues and is then followed by his shorts slowly sliding off his legs and yet another cold hand ghosting over the curve of his butt, reaching down and further down till it basks over his wet, hot core. Jeongguk squeaks out embarrassingly.

Kim Taehyung

"Tch. Tch. Tch. (chuckles darkly) aren't you such an obedient little slùt, jagiya? Tell me.. you've always become turned on whenever I'm mad, right?"

Taehyung grinned, sipping a finger inside Gguk's leaking pùssy, earning a small gasp from the younger who shivered in sensitivity, his walls clenching around the solitary digit moving slowly and steadily inside him.

Kim Taehyung

"Come on, jagi-ya.. speak, (whispers) you know I love hearing your voice.. Mòan, my love, mòan for me.. Tell me how good you're feeling, my sweet wife," (smirks)

Jeon Jeongguk

"So— (gasps) so, so good.. S-So good, yeobo,"

Jeongguk cried out in pleasure as Taehyung slid in yet another finger past his rim and scissors him open. His other hand unbuttoning Gguk's night shirt and kneading his small yet supple tìts, groaning with every squeeze.

Kim Taehyung

"That's right. No matter how mad I am, by the end of the day, hyung will always, 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 pleasure you. Because remember my love," (whispers darkly)

Kim Taehyung

"Only I can provide you with the best orgàsms, (grins) only I can keep you sane and drive you insane. So, repeat those golden words, my love.."

Jeon Jeongguk

"I— I'm all yours,"

Kim Taehyung

(grins proudly) "That's right. Only mine, and mine alone.. And the next time I catch you messing around that shorty,"

Kim Taehyung

(whispers) "I'll 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 him with my own hands,"

Jeongguk gulped in fear, but the skilled hand working him open was overpowering the fear at the back of his mind. Gguk remained silent, the soft squealing noises and his low, helpless whimpers were now the only sound in the background.

Kim Taehyung

"Spread you legs, jagiya, (sultry) Won't you còck-warm hyung like everyday, hm?"

Taehyung spoke sweetly, and without waiting for Jeongguk's response, spread his legs and pushed himself in, emitting a throaty sigh as he made the younger wrap his legs around his waist and made him stay like that for the night. He'll probably fck him awake in the morning and make a cream-pie out of his useful pùssy.. Nothing's better than a hot, steamy morning sèx.

. . . . . . . . . . .

Park Jimin

"Please don't cry, Ggukie, sweetheart. Your tears can't change him, try to understand."

Park Jimin

"I don't even remember how many times I've told you to leave him. Divorce that psychopath, please.. I'm begging you. You deserve better, my previous,"

Jimin, Jeongguk's bestfriend consoled him, hugging him tightly and rocking him back and forth as the boy cried in his arms for the nth time. The reason— Kim Taehyung.

Jeon Jeongguk

"I can't leave him, Jimin-ah, (sobs) I can't live without him."

Jeon Jeongguk

"He–He's my everything. Without him, I won't have a reason to live on.. I'd just be a void, I'd go crazy without him, Jimin, I love him,"

Park Jimin

"Jeongguk-ie, (sighs) the love that you both shared once is long gone. It's extinct, my dear. All you have now is attachment. A very, unhealthy attachment. And because of that you're terrified to let go of him because everything about you revolves around him,"

Park Jimin

"But trust me. You're a person on your own. It's impossible to ever get so attached to never be able to get detached—"

Jeon Jeongguk

"Jimin, you can't understand me, (scowls) I need him to live. I need him to function every day. He's my.."

Park Jimin

"Lifesource? Yes I know,"

Park Jimin

"But Jeongguk.. Look at yourself! You're destroying yourself by being in this relationship, in this marriage. Do you even eat properly? Do you even get enough sleep?! Because that retard would be keeping you sleepless every single night—"

Jeon Jeongguk

"JIMIN!"

The said person flinched as Jeongguk snapped with angry eyes and shoved him away from him, his hands balling up into fists.

Jeon Jeongguk

"He 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 me. He 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 to me! And I love it, and I love him!" (pants)

Park Jimin

"Jeongguk-ie.." (sighs) "Don't take it otherwise, sweetheart.. But if this continues, who knows.. he might kill you one day,"

Jeon Jeongguk

(scoffs) "Kill me? Who? Taehyung-ah? Bullshit.. All he is able to do is raise his hand on me, (smirks) He doesn't have enough balls to kill someone, forget me."

Jimin stared at Jeongguk, worried. His utmost confidence in Taehyung's limits and his knowledge about the latter's volatile mental state sometimes made him question himself whether he knew Jeongguk for real or not. Cause, even after being aware of everything that was happening to him, why did he never do anything to stop it or put an end to it?

Park Jimin

"Jeongguk-ie, why are you letting him treat you so inhumanely? Can't you see he's getting more and more violent with every passing day? Why do you never stand up for yourself–"

Jeon Jeongguk

"Jimin.. I don't come to you for solutions. So, no need to meddle in our affairs," (coldly)

Park Jimin

"Then why do you come to me.. Why do you need me, Jeongguk?"

Jimin asked with a heartburn. Jeongguk spared him a glance and replied nonchalantly,

Jeon Jeongguk

"To remind myself that I'm not entirely crazy,"

Jeon Jeongguk

"Because in order to deal with a psychopath, (smiles) one needs to become a psychopath."

Jimin stared at him pitifully, then hugged him tightly and patted his back repeatedly, assuring him, comforting him, trying his best to stay beside him. Unbeknownst to Jimin, Jeongguk had been smiling the whole time. He could bet on it, neither Jimin, nor Taehyung knew him enough. . .

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

Taekook were in college at that time, enjoying the honeymoon stage of their newly budding relationship. It'd be fair to say the two of them were made for each other. And that's because, both of them were one of a kind in their respective departments. . .

Taehyung, who was in the IT department, was infamous for his hot temperament and foul mouth. Although he was good at what he did, he had some severe anger issues. Hence, whenever he would be exploding or at the verge of exploding, his peers and friends tended to keep a distance from him. . .

Jeongguk on the other hand, who belonged to the Production Engineering department, was unequivocally the most charming candidate in his class. He was a lone wolf though, exuding an aura of sophistication and confidence. And coupling all that with his attractive face and honey-dipped voice, he had numerous admirers who wanted to befriend him. Who wanted to become more than just friends, more than just classmates to him. . .

But the moment they got to know him, began hanging around with him.. They slowly came to know his true self masked by his spotless persona. One can say, Jeongguk was a trouble-magnet. To be more specific.. um, actually, he was the 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑒𝑟. Jeongguk had a really dark side to him that fewer people were aware about, and even lesser expected of him. . .

Jeongguk 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 drama. He loved to watch people get involved in chaotic situations and lose their minds over it, get mad, get distressed, get anxious and frustrated while he watched it unfold from the sidelines. It'd also be fair to say that though Jeongguk was a 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑒𝑟, he also was perfect at getting away from the trouble he creates.

"𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑛," that's the excuse he gives to his bestfriend Jimin all the time whenever he gets asked "why" he always gets himself and his friends into trouble. "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔," he says again, adding soon, "𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝑱𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏-𝒂𝒉," And then he'd chuckle and say, "𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈." Just like that he'd end the discussion every time.

"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒂𝒎 𝑰 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅?"Jimin would ask Jeongguk and the younger would just give him a mysterious smile and nod his head sideways, looking down with the same smile. "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒌," That's what he'd say and Jimin would shut up. Somehow, Jeongguk's words always made Jimin feel as if he meant something to him. He made him feel important, as if without Jimin he'd really be hopeless.

Time and again, whenever the younger reminded him of his value in his life, Jimin's confidence would skyrocket, and he'd feel more and more belonged to him.. But it was until, Taehyung came in their lives.

Even Jimin had no idea as of when Jeongguk and Taehyung started dating and came into a relationship. As if all of it just.. happened. One say they were strangers and the next day they were kissing and cuddling and making out shamelessly in the middle of assembly.

As much as their sudden relationship irked Jimin— it drove him nuts. He was always on a lookout for Taehyung's flaws. Just one, big one, and that'd be enough to tear them apart.

Because one thing about Jeongguk Jimin had observed was, 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, because he was 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 himself. Or that's how Jeongguk thought of himself, 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡, and that's what Jimin believed the younger was, 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡— But Taehyung wasn't 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡.

Park Jimin

"He's a ticking bomb, Ggukie.. He almost killed a student,"

Park Jimin

Jimin warned him one day when he came to know from a few students about how he beat up one student so brutally that the boy had to be rushed to the hospital. Kim received a suspension for a week. . .

Jeon Jeongguk

"Stop spreading rumors, Jimin. (frowns) Taehyung is anything but a bully, but you.. I didn't expect that from you, Jimin-ah, you can't badmouth my boyfriend in front of me."

Jeongguk said lowly, glaring at him and walked away, leaving a heartbroken Jimin behind. He just wanted to warn him, but he got a cold shoulder instead. Can't Jeongguk see? Doesn't he realize how bipolar Taehyung is, how dangerous he is for him?

𝑶𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆, Jeongguk walked into Taehyung's dorm room and found him playing battlegrounds sitting on his bed, wearing nothing but his towel around his waist. Taehyung glanced up when he heard the door open and focused on the game again, loud noises of gunshots and grenades following Gguk's silent footsteps as he slowly approached the man and stood in front of him.

Kim Taehyung

"Don't you have classes?"

Taehyung asked, still focusing on the game, biting the tip of his tongue as he went for a triple combo shot. Gguk stared at him darkly and without a second thought, he snatched his phone and threw it across the room, smashing it on the wall.

Jeon Jeongguk

"Look at me when I'm in front of you,"

Jeongguk muttered viciously and tilted his head sideways, eyes devoid of emotions and full of contempt. Taehyung rolled his tongue inside his mouth and slowly tried to digest what just happened.

Kim Taehyung

He had a dangerous expression on his face as he lifted his gaze and death-glared at Jeongguk. No word was exchanged between them. Taehyung stood up, his blood boiling. He towered over Jeongguk, breathing lowly.. as if trying to hold himself back from exploding then and there,

Kim Taehyung

"Get out this instant,"

Taehyung muttered between gritted teeth but Jeongguk was unmoving. He glared back at him with the same intensity, his eyes on his as he spoke.

Jeon Jeongguk

"I won't.. I dare you to kick me out,"

Kim Taehyung

(smirks) "Don't make me mad, Jagiya.. Get out right now before I do something,"

Jeon Jeongguk

"𝑰 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 /𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈/, 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒊,"

Jeon Jeongguk

He said, smiling like a freak and all hell broke loose inside Taehyung. Something inside him twisted, and the next second, he slapped Jeongguk hard and pushed him to the floor, kicking him in the stomach twice after that.

Kim Taehyung

"I warned you earlier, jagi-ya. Tch. (flicks his nose) I gave you a chance,"

But Taehyung was caught off-guard when Jeongguk began giggling and sighed dreamily, looking up at him with bedroom eyes.

Jeon Jeongguk

"It feels so good, jagi.. (preens) I knew, I'd found the one when I met you,"

Taehyung took a step back, staring down at the younger who slowly crawled back up and touched his bleeding forehead a little. He smiled looking at the fresh blood and licked it next.

Jeon Jeongguk

"Aigoo, jagi-ya~ hehe, why are you getting away from me? I'm so surprised to see this side of you.. If I knew this earlier, I wouldn't have tried so hard to—"

Kim Taehyung

"You're a freak,"

Taehyung muttered throwing Jeongguk a disgusting look and slowly saw the sweet smile fade from the younger's lips.

Jeon Jeongguk

"Freak, huh?" (darkly)

Jeon Jeongguk

"I get that a lot," (chuckles)

Jeongguk smiled sweetly, walking up to Taehyung, who took his steps back till he knocked on his bed and sat down clumsily. Something about Jeongguk scared him, the way he smiled— 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑦, or the way he spoke—𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, even the way he was closing in on him right now.. It terrified Taehyung.

Jeon Jeongguk

"Jagi-ya~"

He called upon him sweetly, and Taehyung looked at his room door, finding it locked from inside. He looks back at Jeongguk, finding him kneeling down in front of him and 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.

Kim Taehyung

"What the fck are you doing?"

Jeon Jeongguk

(smiles) "Showing how much I love this side of you, jagi,"

Saying so, Jeongguk took off Taehyung's towel and took his member in between his hands, sighing against it dreamily.

He licked his lips before taking him in his mouth slowly, swallowing him inch by inch and mòaning against his length. The elder threw his head back when his entire member was wrapped with the boy's warm, wet mouth. Jeongguk began bobbling his head back and forth, blowing him perfectly.. emitting filthy, slurping noises.

Jeongguk deliberately took his entire length inside his mouth, relishing the jab of his còck-head at the back of his throat. It made his tummy tingle in anticipation— how good must this dìck fck him. Ah, the thought itself made him excited. His boyfriend's thick, veiny còck moving inside his vìrgin cùnt and fcking him stupid. . .💭

The pain turned him on, and as a result, the gray sweatpants he'd been wearing earlier had a wet patch around his mound.

In between, Taehyung grabbed a fistful of his hair and slammed his member in his mouth mercilessly, earning high-pitched whimpers from Gguk while he let out throaty groans.

Jeongguk couldn't take it anymore. He let go of his member and stood up hurriedly, getting rid of his pants and shorts. . .

Before Taehyung could yell at him for stopping, Jeongguk had pinned him to the bed and mounted himself over him, sitting on his còck next and beginning to ride him fast and deep.

Jeon Jeongguk

"Ahh~ unh– jagiya~"

Loud skin slapping sounds followed by their mutual loud mòans reverberated in the room as Jeongguk bounced on his thick còck like a spring. The elder watched him with hazy eyes, the way his bangs were disheveled, his pupils rolling at the back of his head every time he sat down on his length, and the way his tongue lolled out of his mouth. 𝐷𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦.

It was then, Taehyung had decided, Jeongguk might be a freak, but he 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 was the boy he'd never get tired of fcking.

After he came inside him, Taehyung flipped him around and brought him to his fours, spanking him viciously and leaving scarlet red handprints all over his buttcheeks. Jeongguk smiled deliriously, mòaning with every burning slap and asking for more and more. . .

Taehyung grinned deviously, granting his masochistic wishes and kept hitting him everywhere, even digging his nails into his àss as he fcked him again from behind and drew blood out from his wounds. Taehyung must've unleashed a hidden kink inside him, 𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑚. . .

. . . . . . . . . . . .

Even though Taehyung had grown used to beating Jeongguk, realizing 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 effective it was to release his stress and frustration; Jeongguk, however, had grown wary to not let his true face show whenever Taehyung hit him and fcked him like a sèx maniac later. . .

He'd made a mental note, if he was to show how much he liked being treated harshly. It'd only weird-out Taehyung, and he might hesitate to do so later.. Because he'd noticed, Taehyung liked to be in power. To be the authority. To be the one to take command. To be the one who punishes, and determines what's right and what's wrong.

He loved to see him writhe in pain. He loved to see him cry because it fuelled his ego. Made him feel good, 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙, to be able to have someone at his disposal at all times.

As messed up it might sound, that's the only way Taehyung could be satiated— One, sèx. Two, inflicting pain on others. In this case, Jeongguk. . .

On realising, Taehyung would walk out of his life one day if Jeongguk kept show-casing his dark side to him. He began acting how anyone who'd react when they're being treated unfairly, beaten and abused in a relationship, whether it was reasonable or not. . .

He 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑. He 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 him to stop. He 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 him for forgiveness.. But deep within, Jeongguk was loving it all.. He 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑, because it felt so good. He 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 him to stop, but all he wanted was him to continue. He 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 him for forgiveness, but in reality, he was grateful.

Moreover, Taehyung's hot temperament only made things easier for Jeongguk.. He only needed a little spark to ignite a flame. While Taehyung thought he was the one in control. Jeongguk was the actual mastermind, the actual controller, the indirect perpetrator while being the prey at the same time.

As for Jimin. He was just one of the many people who he'd manipulated. If Taehyung saw Jeongguk as someone who'd fall at his feet whenever he tells him to. Jimin was someone who'd fall to Jeongguk's feet if he tells him to.

Gguk was well aware of Jimin's feelings towards him. But it wasn't the right time to use Jimin yet. He still wasn't driven to his edge to do so..

And when he is indeed pushed to his limits. Even he doesn't know what he might end up doing. At that time, he knows, no matter what he does, Jimin would be the person who'd jump in to save him. Gguk knows him, he's nice, but he's naive and a fool. . .

. . . . . . .

It was just another evening. Jeongguk came back from his work at around 2 in the noon and decided to take a dip in the bathtub. While the tub was filling up with water, Jeongguk stripped, and stood in front of the body sized mirror, touching the bruises and marks, smiling. The wounds were still fresh and he knows if he jabs the cut, it'd bleed beautifully. . .

Jeongguk lazily walked across the bathroom and checked the water temperature before slowly slipping inside the bathtub, sighing as he closed his eyes. He wondered what he should do to flip off Taehyung today.

He'd been awfully in good mood since the past week and Jeongguk hated how the bruises were fading, and the pain was too. For fck's sake, he was getting bored with missionary, when will his idiot husband punish him and show him his place?

Jeongguk groaned frustrated, next grabbed the hand shower and turned it on sliding it over his exposed cùnt and whined when the water tickled his clìt and aroused him. He did it repeatedly and then shoved his fingers inside, touching himself and mòaning Taehyung's name out loud. . .

Jeon Jeongguk

"Fu—uck jagiya, mmh.. you fck me 𝑆𝑂 good,"

He thrùsted his fingers rapidly, loud gurgling noises of the water announcing the passion behind his pleasure-ride.. A few more deep thrùsts and Jeongguk reached his climax.

He panted heavily, eyes fluttering in delight as he dug his nails into his thigh and clenched around his fingers again. . .

While doing his solo adventures, Jeongguk ignored how Jimin had been calling him again and again since the morning repeatedly.

Only if Jeongguk cared enough about Jimin and his constant worry revolving around him.. To be honest, Jimin had become extremely annoying these days. Ever since Gguk told him that Taehyung had pushed him, and he'd broken his ankle in the process 5 months ago, the shorty had been bombarding him with calls every next hour.

But even then, Jeongguk is using that to his advantage. Taehyung is borderline paranoid about Jeongguk's whereabouts and the people he meets. So, that meant he kept an eye on who he spoke to as well.

And because Jimin was his most recent call everytime, Taehyung had quite a valid excuse to punish him. He did punish him of course, a good beating followed by an even better sèx..

Which was the sole reason, Jeongguk tolerated Jimin's frequent calls and even killed time by explicitly explaining how Taehyung beat him up and how he begged him to stop.. 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟.𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚.

Jimin always listened to him with burning jealousy. But because Jeongguk was his best friend, and also his love interest, and also a victim of Taehyung's violence.. The last thing Jimin could do was listen to him speak his heart out..

Only if he knew, even while talking about their 𝑎𝑤𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 sèx life, and the domestic violence. Jeongguk had vibrators inside him, stimulating him as he narrated the incidents while reminsing about those pleasure-filled instances. Masking his mòans as sobs of agony. . .

𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑛. Jeongguk thought, as he updated Jimin about his latest wounds and bruises, and cried crocodile tears just to watch the elder's will crumble in front of him, cause he could do nothing to protect Jeongguk. He loved his miserable expressions. . .

But only if Jeongguk realized that even though he claimed Jimin to be the person who kept a check on his dark side. He was soon going to be the one who'd be unleashing his dark side at its maximum intensity.. Jeongguk finished bathing and walked out of the bathroom wearing the bathrobe and humming a song, till he noticed Taehyung.

He was sitting at the couch, legs crossed, his shirt undone, hanging around his shoulders and a very mad expression on his face. Jeongguk licked his lips, his pùssy already tingling thinking about what was about to happen in the next few minutes. For he'd noticed Taehyung going through his phone, checking who'd recently called him. Jimin.

Jeon Jeongguk

"You're early today, jagi,"

Jeongguk feigned a fearful tone and shrinked his body frame a little to appear intimidated. Taehyung clicked his tongue, irritated and got up, walking up to Jeongguk and showed him his phone screen.

Kim Taehyung

"You're getting /really/ daring these days, Jagiya.. Huh. That shorty. Tch. Why?" (menacing)

Kim Taehyung