(NSFW | Mafia AU | Switch | Enemies | BDSM Play | Toys | Daddy Kink | BDSM Cards | Filthy)
The tension cracked like a whip between them.
Taehyung’s breath was ragged, his back pressed to the cold metal beam. Blood welled from a split lip, but his smirk never faltered. Jungkook had him pinned, thigh pressed exactly where he could feel the outline of Taehyung’s cock twitching in anticipation.
“This what gets you off?” Jungkook whispered, biting at his ear. “Getting caught? Getting owned?”
Taehyung laughed—low and fucked-out. “No, Daddy. Playing games. And I brought a deck.”
Jungkook blinked as Taehyung fished into his coat and pulled out a matte black box—sleek, expensive, the kind of thing that belonged in a private dungeon, not a goddamn arms deal.
“BDSM cards,” Taehyung said, dropping it onto the crate behind them with a heavy thud. “Fifty kinks. One draw each. No safeword tonight.”
Jungkook licked his lips, pulse racing.
“You’re insane,” he muttered. “And hard.”
Taehyung’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Draw.”
Jungkook pulled the first card.
"Remote-Controlled Vibrator – Give or wear. Edge until tears."
They locked eyes. Taehyung's pupils dilated. Jungkook smiled.
“Strip and bend over the crate.”
Taehyung obeyed—shirt off, belt unbuckled, pants dragged down, ass bare and perfect. Jungkook pressed the bullet vibrator inside with a slick snap of lube from a nearby drawer (of course Taehyung stashed gear here), and turned the dial to low.
Taehyung gasped. His thighs trembled.
“Second card,” Jungkook growled.
Taehyung drew it with shaking hands.
"Master's Chair – Sub sits naked, vibrator on high. No touching. No coming until permission."
Jungkook shoved him down into the leather armchair, legs spread, collar tight. He turned the vibrator to high. Taehyung’s body jerked. Muscles flexed. His cock was red, leaking, twitching.
“Keep your hands on the armrests,” Jungkook warned. “Touch yourself, and I’ll edge you for hours.”
Taehyung panted, eyes wet, hips bucking involuntarily.
“You’re drooling already,” Jungkook said, leaning in. “How many cards before you break, Daddy?”
Taehyung choked on a moan. “More.”
And so Jungkook drew again.
“Impact Play – Belt. Ten strikes. No moaning.”
He folded the card slowly. Taehyung whimpered—already twitching under the vibrator’s merciless pulse.
Jungkook cracked his belt once, then leaned down, mouth brushing Taehyung’s ear.
“Count, slut.”
Author: Want to keep going? Next up: spanking, forced orgasm, maybe a public risk twist? I can take it darker, filthier, or let Taehyung flip the script mid-scene?
