too far (taekook)

                                    

                                          
trigger warning: blade usage, blood, domspace, sadism, heavy heavy heavy dom/sub, mentioned mental health issues, subtle ptsd, degradation (slut, filthy, cocksleeve, etc)  
                          
(after all that triggering stuff, it's mostly fluff and aftercare<3)
                          
!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK !! 

                          
jungkook hissed and arched his back when the blade taehyung drug across his skin pierced deeper than before. he could tell that taehyung was beginning to fall into his headspace. 
                          
he breathed harder when taehyung's hips pivoted hard into him again, restarting his slow rhythm. jungkook tugged at the cuffs on his wrists and moaned at the burn. 
                          
"such a fucking slut. always so fucking horny and desperate for me. so horny for sir." taehyung rasped into his ear, and trailed his nails down jungkook's throat and sides. jungkook felt another piercing sensation and moved down to meet taehyung's shallow thrusts. taehyung's sharp nails dig into his waist and he shook his head with a sneer. "no fucking moving, slut." 
                          
"you do what i say. and i say to stay still." jungkook let out a cry when taehyung's hips go faster, faster than jungkook was used to. taehyung would typically do slow, deep thrusts exclusively, but his hips decided that it was time for a change. jungkook gasped when he felt a blade against his throat. "what do you think would happen if i carved my name right here? do you think you'd lose so much blood that you'd pass out?" 
                          
jungkook could barely hear anything, not with his constant cries of pleasure and the sound of his heart thumping loudly in his ears. "answer me. before i don't let you have a choice." taehyung gritted out. 
                          
"yes, hyung, please, want your name on me. want your name on my skin, wanna — wanna be yours—!" taehyung chuckled and cupped jungkook's face with a dark grin. "this is what i mean. so slutty for me. you're about to cum at the thought of my name on you. so easy." taehyung growled. 
                          
jungkook panted and pulled at the handcuffs again. taehyung pressed the blade on his stomach instead of his throat. jungkook supposed that he wasn't deep enough in his headspace to want to go to the total extremes yet. "i wouldn't tug at those if i were you. those only get tighter and the look on your face gets me so fucking turned on." jungkook knew what he meant by the last part. 
                          
of course he was already turned on—he was fucking jungkook into the mattress—but he meant really turned on. jungkook has only seen taehyung in his total headspace once. he couldn't move for a week afterward. 
                          
"hyung," jungkook pleaded. he sucked in a sharp breath after when the knife dragged across his skin again. he could feel taehyung carving the letter 't' into his flesh. he hummed at the thought of the scar when it heals. 
                          
"that's right. my dirty slut." taehyung moved to the next letter, pressing a bit harder this time. his hips slowed back down to his usual rhythm, but still went deep. jungkook writhed under him. "my fucking cocksleeve." he breathed out as he carved the third letter in. 
                          
"filthy. nearly disgusting, you know?" he chuckled and moved on to the next letter. "it's almost impressive how needy you are just to be my plaything." 
                          
jungkook felt the sting of the blade puncturing his skin. taehyung's hips slowed to a point where instead of being able to focus on multiple things, jungkook could only focus on the blade being trailed on his abdomen. his arms fell asleep so he couldn't feel the burns from the handcuffs. his breath quickened.