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And you're the girl from college who he lost his virginity to. Who made him a whimpering, shaking mess. It's your pussy that had him crying out in ecstacy. It's your lips on his cock that had his eyes rolling back. It's your soft hands that left him trembling.

His first time with you, with ANYONE, had you teasing him until his hands shook when clasped yours. Had you on your back guiding him into you as he fumbled kissing you. Had you smiling on his lips as he choked on gasps and -

"Oh fuck- oh holy shit you're everywhere"

And Matt. Poor, poor Matt has been obsessed with you ever since.

Your scent around campus drives him wild. Has him hard and leaking in his pants. Has him lifting his head like a starving dog scenting a treat. Has him dazed and stumbling in search of you.

It leads to the two of you coincidentally running into each other often. It leads to study dates late into the night. Of hot chocolate and delirious jokes about your eccentric professors. Hesitant hands stroking wherever they can touch. Whispered confessions over the phone in the dark.

It's soft and sweet and everything either of you could ever want. It's reassuring and grounding and vulnerable.

Matt's never felt this way before. Never rolled over and exposed his soft underbelly like this before. Not until you.

And when your application to your actual Dream University is accepted? And all of your dreams are within reach all you have to do is wait until the end of the semester?

And Matt overhears your plans to move? To leave.him.behind?

Oh Mathew is devastated.

It brings his abandonment issues all rushing back. Of course you're leaving. Of course he's not enough for you to stay.

Why didn't you tell him? Why didn't you tell him you planned on leaving? Were you ever going to tell him?

So Matt self destructs.

He didn't need a soft love. Trembling hands and choked whimpers weren't for him. Soft secrets in the dark under your favorite blankets were just a lie. The taste of hot chocolate in the twilight hours is now bitter and acrid on his tongue.

He breaks things off. Doesn't give you a chance to explain it's an exclusive summer program. A bootcamp really - for all the aspiring professionals to make connections and maybe score internships. Yes there's a chance to transfer to your Dream University but that's not what this program is for.

But you can't get a word in. His voice, always so soft and caring with you, turns dark and growling. He's so angry and hurt, you can't get him to listen to you. Can't get past the walls he's built so high up you don't stand a chance of reaching the other side.

Of reaching him.

So the semester ends and you leave for your summer program brokenhearted. Not understanding what happened for him to switch like this on you.

But your broken heart makes you hyper focus on your program and you astound everyone. You're offered an internship that you couldn't have even dreamed of before this. And the professors at this program and the working professionals offer to write you a recommendation to actually transfer to your Dream University.

And you wonder.

Why not?

What's holding you back at this point? You don't have Matt. Did you ever have Matt, an insidious voice murmurs in your ear. Were you even important to him if he could throw you away so easily? He didn't let you defend yourself, explain and soothe away his hurt and anger to save what you both had together.

Yes. Why the fuck not.

So you accept. And you transfer and you think you move on and before you know it years have gone by. When you look in the mirror there's barely even a hint of the brokenhearted young girl that left for that summer program and never came back.

But you do go back. To New York, that is. And you find yourself near Hell's Kitchen. Your new apartment isn't quite within the boundaries but it's close enough to explore.

Close enough that you hear about the new legal practice that takes on cases no one else will. Nelson & Murdock.

And you think about your friend Foggy, who has been quietly but enthusiastically cheering on your career and your success from afar. Who was sad to see you leave but so fiercely proud of you. And who you've been emailing and texting often enough throughout the years that he's aware you moved back. So you text him to meet him up for dinner.

You spend the dinner catching up with the little odds and ends you don't think to mention over email or text. You laugh over shared memories of goofy professors. You reminisce on concerts and albums. And you resoundly avoid asking about Matthew Michael Murdock.

Foggy is kind enough to not mention him either.

The night runs long and the both of you are decidedly tipsy. You both promise to meet up regularly for dinner or coffee now that you live a lot closer to each other. Foggy tugs on his coat and helps you with yours when you fumble.

Foggy gives you a hug, and you bask in the warmth of a friend. You haven't seen each other in so long but the friendship picks right back up where it left off. He drunkenly rocks you back and forth in front of the restaurant and makes you promise not to be a stranger or he'll show up at your apartment at inopportune times like he used to in college. You laugh helplessly because Foggy really did have a knack for knocking at your dorm room when you least expected it - when you're taking a nap, when you're having a meltdown about your midterms, when you have Matt's cock so deep inside your pussy all you can hear are his hitched breaths and whining praises.

And you go to bed happy to have met up with an old friend from college. You definitely don't think about the boy who's hand shook when he brushed your hair back, or who's smile made your heart beat so fast you didn't notice his smile turn bashful.

What you didn't anticipate, couldn't have known really, was how drunk Foggy got that night. How he completely forgot to put his laundry in the wash, or the dryer. How Foggy woke up so hungover and late for work the next day he grabbed the first articles of clothing that were still clean.

But the only coat that was still acceptability clean was the coat he wore to dinner with you last night. The coat that was soaked with your scent after spending hours at dinner with you. The coat that he gave you that long, friendly hug in.

So when Foggy makes his way to Nelson & Murdock that chilly Monday morning?

Matt feels like he's going insane.

He can smell something in the periphery, something winding it's way closer and closer to his office. It's awoken something in his hind brain, wiggled something to the forefront that he can't quite parse out.

It makes something in him quiver.

It makes his hands shake. His breathing gets a tiny bit more labored. His chest hitches. There's an excess of saliva in his mouth like he's been starving and there's something he can devour nearby.

So when Foggy finally makes his way into the office, grumbling about how he's hungover as he shakes his coat off, Matt can't fucking breathe. His every sense is honed to a knife's edge on Foggy's coat. All he can smell, all he can taste is the scent that's slowly overtaking everything else.

And it all comes flooding back. The whimpers in the dark. Soft, reverent hands tracing over his skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His voice cracking and begging for you, for more, for salvation. The taste of hot chocolate and something uniquely you on his tongue.

The taste of your bitter tears when he left you before you could leave him.

Matt opens his mouth and sends a quick prayer that he doesn't sound as wrecked as he feels. "Good morning Foggy, " he clears his throat. It feels simultaneously clogged and dry which he never thought possible but there are a lot of things he never thought possible before he met you. "What did you get up to last night?"

Foggy's hands pause while he tries to straighten out his paperwork for the day.

Then he starts rambling.

He never says your name. Doesn't even hint at it. But he talks about meeting up with an old friend that he hasn't seen in years. How he's kept in contact through emails and texts but he hasn't had the chance to meet up in person until now.

Matt replies in vaguely interested hums, not enough to show he's caught on but enough to keep Foggy spilling his words. Matt knows he's not being fair because he can still smell all the alcohol Foggy must have drank last night underneath the sharpness of mint from Foggy's toothpaste. But Matt has suddenly realized he's starving and he just can't help it.

Foggy, always excited and proud for his friends, goes on about your accomplishments. About how successful you've been in your field. About your awards and your colleagues that love you.

And there's an ache in Matt's chest because he knew, he knew you'd be great. He always had faith in you. Always knew you'd take the world by storm. But it still hurt that it took you leaving him behind to do it.

But then Foggy starts talking about how in college he squealed on the phone with you about your summer program that started it all. About how the summer-long bootcamp was intense but it's what propelled you onto your path. About how you never intended to stay longer than the summer at your Dream University.

How you made the decision to stay towards the end of your program. Months after Matt had left you confused and crying, trying your hardest to get him to just stop and listen to you. To please stop, that you love him and you didn't want to leave him.

Then why were you leaving him? Why didn't you tell him you were transferring? Going somewhere he couldn't follow?

The sounds of Foggy's voice and the papers shuffling fade out of Matt's concentration. He can't hear anything but the sound of your voice brought back in striking clarity. The sound of your heart beating truth.truth.truth. to everything that you're begging him to listen to.

All he can think about is how close you are to him now but how he feels so much further away. All that confidence and cocksure attitude he's hoarded falls away in the wake of Foggy's revelations.

And Matt's hands shake.

pt. 1 Revelations │ Pt. 2 Haunted │ Pt. 3 tba...

Ok I read this blurb from the lovely @jeffbuckleysconvent and I got so inspired because you NEVER SEE VIRGIN, PATHETIC MATT. AND HES SUCH A TREAT SOMEONE AGREES WITH ME.

“Again? Didn’t he literally talk about your wedding last time?”

“He did.”

“And didn’t he say that she had a boyfriend too?”

“He did.” You squint your eyes. “Stupid bitch, I bet she is currently looking at his tits and arms. God.” You stomp your foot like a stubborn child. “Why does he have to have such massive tits and arms?” you whine to which Katy laughs.

“You’re literally so jealous, it’s insane.”

“Yeah I am. He is so gorgeous and some women just don’t get that he is mine.” 

Katy pats your shoulder in soothing. 

“There, there. I bet he is not even giving her a first thought or a second or a third.”

“I hope he isn’t. Otherwise, divorce.”

Katy belts a laugh.

“You’re being so dramatic. Jungkook would already start crying if he so much as thought about the hypothetical of cheating on you.”

“I guess.” You send the studio one last glare then sadly have to leave your brooding position to tend to some customer with Katy. 

A little over an hour passes like this, then the restaurant calms down again and you glare. 

Katy, who notices, pats your shoulder again.

“Still not over it?”

“She hasn’t left yet.”

“Maybe it’s a bigger tattoo?”

“She never gets big tattoos because it means that she can come back as often as possible.”

“Wow okay, very scheming indeed.”

“Yes, very. I bet she is one of those women who get off on stealing taken men. You know what? I’m going over there.”

“For what reason?”

“I don’t know. Bringing coffee”, you say and grab one of the coffee jugs and two mugs. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Good luck, queen”, Katy calls after you, smiling fondly. It’s kind of cute how jealous you can be when there is truly nothing to worry about.

You see them from outside. They are in the front of the shop, hugging. Jungkook doesn’t touch her, keeping at least five inches of distance between his arms and her body while she is slung around him with her face in his neck as if she wanted to literally crawl into him. Judging by his widened eyes, he was not expecting this hug.

It you didn’t carry a jug full of hot coffee, you would have literally kicked the door in.

But instead you open it with a happy “yuhu” on your lips, following it up with a “I bring coffee, my darling.” 

“Oh, sweetie”, Jungkook says, stepping back to escape the hug.

The wannabe home wrecker lets go of Your husband and takes a step back, studying you from head to toe judgingly. You place the coffee pot on the counter and hug Jungkook. He hugs you back instantly, rubbing the small of your back and kissing the side of your neck gently.

“Hey.”

“Hey there, my hubby”, you say and place multiple kisses on his neck and jawline. Then you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull his face down into a deep, passionate kiss. The kind of kiss which lasts way too long and is way too intimate. You end the entire show with a squeeze of his butt and a goofy grin.

“I missed you today, my hubby bubby sweetie. I kept thinking about the amazing head you gave me this morning and how you kept telling me that you’ll always be mine.”

Jungkook is gawking at you with his mouth wide open. What you said wasn’t a lie because he actually did do that, but you are normally not exposing stuff like this to the public. Or kissing him like this as a matter of fact.

You cuddle into him, hugging his arm and shifting your eyes to the glaring woman in front of you.

“Oh sorry. I didn’t even see you there. Who are you?” You look at Jungkook. “Shoot, did I just expose us to one of your customers, darling? I’m sorry.”

“It’s uh…” Jungkook’s cheeks are bright red. “Forgive me Miss Grand, this is my wife- eek.” He squeaks and tenses up when you grab his butt unapologetically. “Sorry uhm, thanks for uhm coming for the tattoo today. Uhm, don’t forget to do proper aftercare on it and to use the cream I recommended you.”

The home wrecker is flabbergasted for a moment, but then catches herself quickly. She actually tries to shoot her shot in front of you. She steps closer with the plan of hugging him again. 

You are in front of him instantly, staring her down like a lioness one second away from ripping apart her prey.

“You think I’m being funny?” You hiss. “I’ve been friendly with you up until now. Understood?”

Jungkook stays quiet for his own sake, but holds your hand and gawks at you with widened eyes. This is the first time he sees you like this. 

The home wrecker finally gets the message and scrunches her nose.

“I’ll see you soon again, Jungkookie”, she coos and leaves with a flick of her hair. 

The door slams closed. You stay glaring for a few more seconds then turn around. Jungkook blinks his eyes at you in confusion.

“You can’t stop thinking about the head I gave you this morning? Really?” he asks, cocking his brow up in question.

“Whatever. I was trying to say the most possessive thing ever”, you grumble, making your way to the coffee pot.

“Possessive?” Jungkook follows you with his eyes. He suddenly gasps. “Wait! Are you jealous?”

“What? No? I was trying to send a message.”

“Send a message about what?”

“That you’re married.”

“I think she knows. I talk about you constantly.”

You can’t help but smile. He is actually so sweet.

“I don’t think she cared. Now she actually knows that I exist and that I’ll fight. She’ll think twice about hitting on you again.”

“Aw baby, you are jealous.”

“Yes I am. You don’t get it. You’re so perfect and handsome and you sometimes don’t see how other women look at you, but I do. I see all of it”, you hiss at him, sending him such a deathly glare that Jungkook is actually taken aback for a moment.

“No baby, don’t even worry about them. I don’t care about how they look at me, I just wanna look at you”, he says, touching your hips. He flutters his lashes at you, smiling extremely cutely. 

“Then refuse service to Miss Grand.”

“What?”

“You heard me. She is trying to steal you from me.”

Jungkook scoffs, “let her try, I don’t care about her.”

“No, you don’t get it, I-”

A customer interrupts you and him. 

“Oh? Sorry for the disturbance, I didn’t know that you had another customer”, he says, looking sorry.

Jungkook studies your face with guilty eyes for one more second then sadly has to look away. He forces a customer service smile to his face.

“Don’t worry Duke, you’re on time. That’s my wonderful wife ___, she is running the restaurant over there and brought us coffee for our session”, he says, placing his arms over your shoulder to kiss your temple. But you only let him do so halfway then shake yourself free.

“Sorry, works calling again. Hungry people don’t like to wait”, you say. “Good luck with the tattoo.”

You leave the studio and with it a conversation which was definitely not over yet. Jungkook looks after you with sad, guilty eyes until you disappear in the restaurant.

Jungkook leaves the studio at seven like he always does. One more hour and he will drive home with you. He crosses the street and enters the restaurant like he always does. He promised you to stay with you during closing hour to keep you safe from creeps who don’t want to leave. And Jungkook always keeps his promises to you. Especially his marriage promises. He looks for you with a nervously racing heart, but can only find Katy and Joe.

“Are you looking for ___?” Joe asks.

“Yeah, I’m picking her up to drive home together”, he answers him. 

“Damn sorry man, you missed her by about ten minutes.”

“She already went home?”

Joe nods his head.

“Did she say why?”

“Just that she was feeling a little tired tonight.”

Katy joins Joe’s side, staying way too close. You regularly give Jungkook updates about these two. They try to be sneaky about it, but you already figured out that they are secretly dating. Jungkook is always very excited when you give him updates about them during late night cuddles in bed. He feels so sad at the thought right now because he knows that he managed to hurt you today and now there won’t be any updates or cuddles.

“She’s gonna be okay, you know?” Katy says.

Jungkook nods his head, “I hope. I, uhm, Imma go now. Check up on her, you know?”

“Yes, do that.”

“Take care, you two.”

“You too.”

Jungkook drives home with a deep pit of guilt in his stomach. He doesn’t drive straight home, but takes a little detour to a florist to get a huge bouquet of flowers. 

He cradles it like a baby for the rest of the drive home. 

Thankfully, your bike is in the garage and your gear is stored in the closet. Jungkook makes sure that the garage door is closed and then hurries inside. 

Like every night, Bam greets him happily, but Jungkook can only give him attention half-heartedly. He needs to talk to you. 

“Babygirl, I’m home!” 

You don’t answer him. Jungkook discards his keys and swerves past a confused Bam. He checks the kitchen and the living room, both of which are empty. 

“Sweetie, your hubby is back!”

No answer.

He checks the bathroom and the bedroom, then his room. Lastly, he checks your room. 

Bingo.  

You are on your mattress with the television running. 

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you everywhere”, he says, hurrying to you. 

He falls to his knees and presents the flowers.

“I’m sorry for today”, he says, bowing his head. 

You glance at him, then the flowers. He got your favourites in your favourite colour and arranged in a heart. You sigh in defeat and turn off the television.

Jungkook lifts his head at the sound, meeting your eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m stupid and dumb and a buffoon”, he says apologetically.

You scoff, stifling a smile. He notices it and closes in on you instantly. He tries to kiss your cheek, but you move back.

He sits back on his feet, pouting at you.

“I’m really sorry”, he says.

“I know, I guess you don’t have to be. It’s not like you’re actually entertaining her antics.”

He shakes his head vigorously.

“Never ever. I couldn’t care less about her, but if it makes you feel better, I’ll tell her to look for another tattoo artist.”

“No, it’s okay. I was unreasonable.”

“Well, do you want me to or are you just saying so?”

You hesitate but then shake your head, “it’s okay.” 

Jungkook exhales in defeat. He scoots closer, holding your hand.

“___ baby, I love you and I only want you.”

“I know, thank you for the reassurance and the, uhm, flowers. They’re so cute.”

“Right? I told the florist to make a heart as big as my love for you, but she ran out of flowers before she could match its size.”

He makes you smile. Jungkook hooks onto it, finally leaning in to smooch your cheek. You still pull away however.

“I’m sorry. I need to be alone right now. Is that okay for you?”

“I mean, I’ll definitely feel really guilty the entire time, but I guess if you really need it”, Jungkook says with insecurity in his voice.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, sweetie. I’ll make dinner in the meantime, yeah?”

“I brought stuff from the restaurant. I already ate, sorry.”

“Oh, uhm, okay.” Jungkook hesitates, pulling back in insecurity. “Do you still love me?” he asks with sad puppy eyes 

“I still love you, I promise.”

“I love you too. So much, as big as the flower heart. Even bigger.”

You accept the flowers and give him a smile.

“Thank you, Kook.”

He lingers, waiting – hoping – for you to make a move. You linger, waiting for your feelings to make sense to you. You don’t know if you are angry at him. He wouldn’t deserve it because he did nothing wrong and yet it feels as everything is his fault. If he wasn’t that perfect, that handsome and sweet, other women wouldn’t want to rip him from you all the time. Why does he have to be the way he is? You glare at him. Jungkook looks away instantly, shrinking in obvious helplessness.

“Okay then, I’ll be going now.” He says and looks at you hopefully. Maybe you want to say something now. But you only nod your head.

He stands up with a heavy heart, “you’re gonna miss out on couch snuggles, just saying”, he tries, but doesn’t get far. 

He ends up alone for the rest of the evening while you lock yourself away in your room. 

Jungkook tries to distract himself with a show and by taking Bam on a beach walk, but his mind keeps racing with memories of today. If only he did and or said the right thing. It feels like he fucked up everything. You have never been like this before, you never threatened other women or refused his apologies. It feels like the end and it makes Jungkook feel like shit.

When he comes back from his walk with Bam, your door is still closed. Nothing changed. Is this really it for you and him?

Jungkook runs away to the shed in hopes of finding distraction in a workout. Otherwise he would cry on the couch. He is in the middle of punching the punching bag as if it owed him money when he gets is a text message from you. He throws the gloves away and stops the music. He opens them instantly, eventhough he normally always forgets to check his messages. His heart is pounding in his chest to the point he has to sit down from dizziness.

-          Wifey ♡: Today was too much. She called you Jungkookie and hugged you…

-          Jungkook: I know! 😡 So weird!!! 🤢 it happened really fast, I didn’t wanna hug her and she never called me this way before. It’s so icky 🤢

-          Wifey ♡: She’s a bitch… I notice how women look at you and it makes me feel insecure. You’re so attractive and everything about you is so female gaze coded and so many of your customers are trying to take what’s not theirs.

-          Jungkook: I’m so sorry that you feel this way…What do you need right now to feel better again?

-          Wifey ♡: I don’t know. Maybe more effort from you? I’m so unfair to you, I’m sorry. I know you didn’t do anything wrong, but I still can’t be close to you right now. I’m sorry, I don’t know either why that is…

-          Jungkook: I understand, sweetie. Don’t apologise. I’ll give you your space. My offer for couch snuggles still stands whenever you’re ready.

-          Wifey ♡: I know. Thank you. I love you

-          Jungkook: I love you too, my egg :D

-          Wifey ♡: 🙄

-          Jungkook: 😝😂

You don’t text him anything else anymore, but Jungkook doesn’t mind. You gave him a task. More effort. Jungkook will think of the best, most devoted plan ever and literally sweep you off your feet with it. Jungkook spends the rest of his nightly boxing session distracted with making up plans. Once his idea finally comes to him, he abandons the gym instantly, hurrying to get everything ready before you leave your room.

You are a little scared of facing Jungkook again. You sulked for too long. Now it is already midnight and he needed to go to bed alone. You know that he won’t be able to sleep and you are scared of the tired, sleepy begs he will give you. But you couldn’t help yourself. You felt so insecure today and looking at his perfect face taunted you. 

With a heavy, fearful heart, you open the bedroom. You come to a halt, barely managing to close to door and then your mouth falls open. 

Jungkook is kneeling on the floor by the foot end of the bed. He is wearing a black leather collar on which a thick silver chain is attached. Said chain connects to a pair of matching leather handcuffs. Another set of chains connects these with ankle cuffs. He has his head lowered and is completely naked. The only thing keeping his dick modest is a chastity cage. 

The view is doing wonders. But what truly seals the deal are the markings he put on his own body. With the help of his black eyeliner, he wrote your name on different spots on his body. Under his nipples, all over his neck, right above his caged cock, along his arms, all over his thighs and his stomach.

“What’s that?” you gasp. 

Jungkook lifts his head. He also marked his face for you.

“I’m sorry for being a bad devotee, my queen wife. I didn’t manage to show you the proper amount of devotion. My flesh and soul are yours to break tonight.”

You gulp. Just now, your eyes managed to brush over the array of sextoys he laid out on bed behind him. Impact play toys, cock toys, anal toys, nipple toys. He is giving you full and sole authority over his body right now and how it is supposed to experience pleasure. 

Jungkook bows until his forehead rests against the wooden floor. The chains jingle as he moves.

“Please allow me to show you my devotion, my queen wife. I promise to take whatever you deem fit.” 

The sight, his actions, the indications are all indecently sexy and hot but you still melt in fondness. First the flower heart and now this. You never doubted his love for you, but you doubted your own ability to keep him with you. This right here feels so good to experience. 

You close the distance. 

“Look at me.”

Jungkook lifts his head, gazing up at you like a believer seeing his beloved goddess. You take his chin between your fingers. He sighs, leaning into the touch. 

“Those are some pretty letters you put on there.”

“They are the only letters which matter to me because they spell your name, my queen wife.”

“Oh my god”, you let out. “God Kookie…” You kneel down in front of him and kiss him.

Jungkook moans like a sinner finding resolution, tilting his head to deepen the kiss while his cuffed hands stay on his thighs, balling to fists.

“God fuck, Kook”, you get out, breaking the kiss.

Jungkook sighs, chasing you with half-lidded eyes. But another kiss doesn’t come. You move back, cradling his cheeks. Your eyes are a little glassy.

“I’m sorry for how I acted tonight”, you say.

He shakes his head, “don’t talk about this right now, my love. Just take it out on me.”

You smile without showing teeth, sniffling a little. Jungkook leans into your touch, gazing at you.

“If that’s what you want. If the idea is stupid, we can just cuddle and talk instead.”

“No. No cuddles. This idea is perfect”, you say, squishing his cheeks to the point where his lips stick out.

“Okay”, he mumbles with pouted lips, fluttering his lashes at you.

“Good.” You let go of his face. Ghosting your fingertips down his torso.

Jungkook chases your touch with shivers and sighs, gazing at you.

“Look at you. All of that is mine.”

“Everything. All of it”, Jungkook agrees, shivering especially deep when you feel up his thighs. He is so sensitive there.

“You know that you’re perfect? That you’re literally the most attractive man ever?”

“I am?”

“Mhm and it makes me furious sometimes ‘cause I have to fight stupid leeches left and right.”

“The only leech I want sucking my blood is you.”

You laugh. He laughs as well.

“So I’m a leech now?”

“Yeah, but you’re my leech. Just like you’re my egg.”

You push at him gently, “shut up, you’re the egg here.”

He grins cutely, cheek sticking out from it. You squish it and give it a kiss. Jungkook leans into it, wiggling his wrists and making the chains jingle. 

You drop your hands to them, following them until you can intertwine your fingers with him. He squeezes you eagerly, gazing at you.

So now you are kneeling on the floor, facing each other while the bad day is left outside the door.

“We’re gonna be so tired tomorrow”, you say.

“Yeah, it’s worth it. I could spend forever in your arms.”

“Oh Kook”, you lower your head and sniffle. 

“What’s the matter? Talk to me, my love”, he asks you in a caring voice.

“I just feel bad because I pushed you away.” 

“Don’t. I get it. Jealousy can make one act really out of character.” 

“Yeah”, you agree and lift his hands to kiss his knuckles. The chains jingle and he gasps softly. You linger on his wedding band for especially long, memorising the way it sits around his finger eternally and like it was meant to be there. 

“Wanna make up for it”, you say.

“You don’t have to”, he assures you, despite secretly soaking up the affection and wishing for it to last forever.

“No. I do. I really do”, you say and kiss each of his fingers, “mine.”

“Yours. Forever.”

You guide his constricted arms behind your head next so he is holding you. Like this, you close the distance, releasing a sigh of relief the second you melt against his chest. You hide your face in the crook of his neck and bury your hands in his hair. 

Jungkook closes his eyes, hugging you back as best as his constricted state allows.

“This isn’t right”, you murmur and fumble with the chains. They fall from the ring of the choker, next the choker itself falls off and your face can finally touch his neck. 

You inhale and exhale, “yes. This.” 

Jungkook quite frankly has to fight tears. He expected you to be a little mean to him, but not this. You are so tender and the hug feels so healing. Jungkook has a hard time not sobbing into your shoulder miserably. 

It becomes almost impossible when you begin kissing his neck and quite frankly becomes impossible once you leave your first hickey.

The sensation soaks so deep into his fibers. It feels so good tonight.

“Oh god”, he gets out, rolling his head back and whimpering your name.

You claim his newly exposed neck gladly, starting your heart-fixing task of marking him. Some kisses here and some hickeys there. Jungkook gasps and whimpers with each of them, while you feel more and more reconnected with him.

Your hands touch him everywhere. His arms, his waist, his shoulders and back. But the most favourite spot is when you suck a hickey on his skin and you get to cradle the other side of his neck. It feels so deeply possessive yet gentle.

Jungkook finally breaks when you draw a little heart on his skin. 

“Oh god”, he chokes out and hiccups a few sad sniffles. His constricted hands fall to his face, covering his eyes as best as possible.

You lift your head, looking at him worriedly. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Sorry, today was a lot”, he gets out, trying to mask his sob with a cough. 

“Hey, Googie”, you gasp, pulling his hands away to check on him, “talk to me.”

“I would never cheat on you. I-I’m so angry at myself because I made you feel like I would.” 

“Fuck, no you didn’t. Fuck Googie, come here.” 

You hug him, Jungkook hugs you back as best as possible. He sniffles into your shoulder, but doesn’t need to spill new tears.

“I know you wouldn’t cheat, please don’t be angry at yourself.”

“So you know that I’m loyal?” he mumbles with a pout.

“I do”, you assure him, scratching him behind his ear soothingly.

“Thank god”, Jungkook sighs, melting into you.

“You know, Katy said that you would literally cry if you as much as thought about cheating on me and it seems that she was right.”

“I could never cheat”, he shakes his head, “I love you so much.” 

“I know, Googie I know. I love you too. God, let’s just…let’s get on bed, where it’s more comfortable.”

“Yeah, okay.”

You swipe the toys to the side and push Jungkook onto his back. He lets you gladly, writhing with his eyes halfway closed and his cheeks flushed.

You open the ankle cuffs and chain, taking them off. The new freedom is taken by Jungkook instantly. He uses it to dig his heels into the mattress and open his legs.

Everything about his movements lets you know that he is riding it too. This wave of deep connection. It is as if your souls and energies are forming one synergy. You heal and in the process heal him. He heals and in the process heals you. This right now is one moment of utter connection.

You take off your pyjamas and sit down next to his hips. You cup his cheek, calling his attention. 

Jungkook looks at you and whimpers. His poor constrained cock wants to twitch but can’t. It hurts, forcing a pained whimper out of him and a tortured squirm of his hips to run through him. 

“You’re beautiful”, he whispers, reaching for you with constricted hands. 

“Thank you. You’re beautiful too”, you say and close the distance. You roll on top of him and let him put his arms around you. You rest above his caged cock, head sinking into the pillow next to him and lips brushing his neck. 

Like this, you enjoy each other how nature intended it. Naked skin against naked skin, hearts beating in sync and body warmths becoming one. 

“This is heaven”, he mumbles, nuzzling his nose against you.

“Yeah, it is”, you agree, getting lost in his scent.

The clock shows thirty past midnight by now. You and he are both so sleepy already, exhausted from a bad day and so ready for sleep. Neither of you want to fall asleep however, forcing your bodies to keep moving. 

You keep you and him awake by beginning a journey to his cock. You suck hickeys all over his chest and stomach next to the letters he wrote, making Jungkook feel so fucking good that he has to twist the pillow once you reach his cock.

You shove his legs apart gently and do what drives Jungkook crazy. You leave hickeys on his inner thighs, which feels nice but which feels miniscule once you begin leaving bite marks instead. Jungkook whines so agonised that it borders cute little sobs. It feels so good but he can’t enjoy it freely.

The cage hurts. It is made of metal and digs into his erection painfully. It hurts so much. 

You aren’t making it better by licking him over the cage. Warmth and wetness, the little spots which are bulging out between the cage elements get a feel of your soft tongue as well. 

Jungkook begs. Of course he begs. Jungkook is such a natural at begging.

“Please. Hurts. Please, no more.” 

“Keys?” the word tickles him, increasing his agony. 

Jungkook mewls and lifts his hips. Your eyes flit to his hole. Stuffed with a purple plug. 

“Are you serious?” you gasp.

“Yeah. Please.”

“Shit, this is so hot”, you rasp and tug out the toy. 

His sweet hole gives it up groggily, pulsing in emptiness afterwards. He mewls, curling his toes in desperation. You can only take it in halfway, busy with opening the special plug. It is hollow inside and big enough to store a vibrator. On normal nights this is what fills the toy but tonight, Jungkook stuffed the chastity cage keys into it. You can barely fetch them or use them to unlock his cage because your fingers are shaking so much.

To think that he stored his means of freedom inside himself so you can decide when to give it to him. He is so hot and you want him so bad. 

When the cage finally unlocks, you work quickly to get it off of him, throwing it to the side once you did. 

Jungkook sobs, rolling his hips up. His poor cock finally springs into its natural position, it is purple and bruised at first but flushes more and more the longer he is free. You soothe it by rubbing him with two hands.

Jungkook moans your name, arching off the sheets. His tip flushes, leaking uncontrollably. It feels hot between your fingers as you massage it from both sides.

Your name leaves him again, as a mewled stutter this time around. He has to repeat each of your vowels twice before he finally manages to get it out. He must be so sensitive right now.

“I could fucking pass out right now. I need you so bad”, you say, rubbing your pussy on his thigh unapologetically. The friction is all that keeps you sane. The knowledge that you smear yourself all over his skin is doing the rest.

“Fuck me. Please”, he begs, throbbing and pulsing in your hands. He is leaking so much, unable to stop.

“I will. I fucking will”, you say and climb off his lap. 

Jungkook doesn’t get it, whimpering your name.

“Please.”

“I will, just…need to do this”, you say and take his wrists to guide them above his head. You pick up the chain and shuffle up his body so you can fix the chain on the headboard. You installed your very own hidden hooks for it. They come in handy as you fix him into place. 

Speaking of places, you accidentally picked out the sexiest place to tie him down. Right above his face and you aren’t even noticing it. 

Jungkook makes sure that you notice by lifting his head and connecting his mouth with your pussy.

“Woah”, you gasp, dropping the chain to grip the headboard. You catch yourself at the last moment from sitting down on his face, but you can’t stop the trembles coursing through your legs. 

Jungkook mewls, flicking and swirling his tongue eagerly. You taste so good tonight. You always do, but tonight it hits different. It brings him back to a better reality. A reality where he gets to love you without insecurities nagging at you. A reality where he is your husband and you know what this means. And a reality where his tongue still manages to make you arch your back and moan his name as you clench around nothing.

In this perfect reality this would have continued until he made you climax, but you deny him. You lift yourself and pick up the chains again, securing them on the hooks as quickly as possible just so you can shimmy down again. 

Jungkook feels empty until you give him something else by kissing him deeply. His instincts tell him to sling his arms around you, but the chains hold him back.

He whimpers, destined to kiss you without hugging you while you slowly touch him. The agony becomes especially unbearable when you finally sink him into your warmth. 

He rips his eyes open, moaning into your mouth but it sounds more like gurgled whimpers. You break the kiss, looking at him for those last few inches. 

“Can you feel this?”

“Yeah, it feels so good”, he gets out, spilling tears. He is such a crybaby when you get him subby enough.

“Mhm, it does. Means we’re one. Right?”

“One. We’re one. ___ baby, I love you”, he gets out and sobs in sync with you bottoming out and picking up a rhythm. 

He tugs on the chains again, voice turning from a sob to a moan and head rolling to the side. He squeezes his eyes shut, opening his mouth and furrowing his brows. The hickeys look so pretty on his neck and tears fit his face so well. 

Your heart pounds and dances as you ride him because you are so happy and in love. Jungkook is the perfect man and he is yours. You don’t know what wondrous deeds you did in your previous life to deserve so much luck, but you are eternally grateful. 

“Mine. You’re mine”, you chant, closing your fingers around his throat to cut off his blood flow. 

Jungkook fights the chains, wanting to grasp your arms and force you closer to his neck. He can’t. He has to fight the chains and take the very passionate ride.

“Yours. Yours. Yours”, he keeps chanting, filling the silence up with moans and little sobs as you drive him to the brink of madness.

“Mine, yeah. Fuck, I need more”, you say and sit down on him. You slide your hands from his neck and look behind yourself.  

Jungkook watches you, filling your pussy with his precum as his cock can’t seem to stop throbbing. It hurts to only be warmed. He wants you to bounce on him again. It feels so good when you do because you are so tight and warm and his cock gets jerked off so heavenly. Please he wants you to move and to choke him and to move and, and, and. This is all he needs. Great sex and intense pleasure. 

“There.”

You make his agony unbearable by climbing off him so you could get the toy you spotted.

“Please”, he begs in a shaky whisper, staring at your exposed pussy and ass longingly. You are glistening and look just a little stretched open from his cock. You are also so puffy and look so, so soft. 

He wiggles the chains, whispering your name, “please, it hurts.”

Luckily for him, you return quickly and sink him back inside even quicker.

Jungkook moans, swelling inside you happily. His eyes roll back and close, his back arches.

“You’re too needy”, you tease.

“I love you”, he argues and you have nothing to say to that. 

He is so sweet, making you smile and pick up a rhythm again.

“I love you too, you egg”, you say, rubbing his tummy as you ride his perfect cock to pure ecstasy. The black eyeliner has smeared by now, sitting on his skin messy and unintelligible. It also spread to your skin, deepening the eternal connection you and he have. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous”, you moan, slamming down on him especially hard.

Jungkook mewls, tugging on the chains and curling his toes. His submission drips from each of his blissed moans. How flushed his face is, how messy his hair sticks to it.

The knowledge that you are the only fucking person who gets to see him like this makes you feel so good. The thought that you are also the only person who he allows to be close in such sinful ways does the rest. 

His cock never felt better inside you, giving you pleasure so deep that you feel like floating. And you want more, shifting the toy you got into place.

His eyes are closed so the low hum of the vibrator turning on comes as a surprise to him. Just as the sensations do. The friction of your tightening walls hit him first, the subtle vibrations tickle him next.

Jungkook screams and tugs especially roughly. A dangerous crack follows and suddenly the chains fall from the headboard together with the hook. 

“Did you?” you slow down, staring in shock. He broke the bed.

“Sorry! I’m sorry! Please don’t stop, please I’ll stay put! Please don’t stop!” he begs, keeping his hands above his head.

“Holy fuck, you’re so damn sexy tonight”, you growl and pick up the rhythm again. You press the vibrator closer to your clit, resting your empty hand on his thigh so you can ride him like there was no tomorrow. 

Skin slaps against skin, wet squelching and slurping joins it and the bed keeps creaking. Jungkook’s endless moans and helpless gasps for air almost overshadow the other sounds.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you”, he keeps chanting, looking so pretty as he takes the ride.

It is almost one in the morning. You and he are delirious in sleepiness, heads dizzy and drugged up from sex. This is so intense that it is soaking into the deepest parts of your souls.

“Fuck. Your moans”, you get out, hips stuttering.

Moving becomes difficult. Not only are you exhausted, but you are also insanely close to an orgasm. He drives you insane with his noises.

You drop to the front, slamming your hand down on his constricted wrists and burying his face in your tits.

“Gotta shut you up for a moment, otherwise I’ll pass out”, you say.

Jungkook sobs, sucking on your nipples respectively. He drools, he slurps, he cries. Your nipples have never felt more appreciated than they do right now and it is going to make you climax.

“Shit, this is…urgh Kook. Now”, your warning is useless because it still surprises him. 

He muffles his yelp in your chest, fighting your hand because he wants to hug you. You won’t let him yet, needing the support to ride out your high. You moan his name and become a new person.

“Jesus fuck, woah Kook. Ah Kook, holy fuck. Googie baby…”

And Jungkook sobs, head dizzy and air sparse. He is so close. Your orgasmic convulses feel so good around his cock. The vibrations are so intense.

You are tighter after your high, wetter and hotter too. Jungkook is almost at the peak of what he can take. He thinks that he can’t take much more. And then you straighten up. You slide your hand to his nipples to play with them and Jungkook genuinely sobs like the subby crybaby he currently feels like. You stick the vibrator between his legs so it stimulates his rim and parts of his balls. 

Jungkook was right. He can’t take much more.

“Please stop! I’m cumming!”

“Cum for me, show me who gets you so high”, you allow him, rubbing the vibrator on his sensitive hole and pinching his nipple.

Jungkook wails, kicking the mattress and arching his back.

“___!”

He almost throws you off from how aggressively he bucks his hips up, but you are used to his wild side. You know how to ride the little beast that is your husband when pleasure really controls him. You slam your hips down, rendering him useless as you intensify his orgasm tenfold. 

Jungkook cries real tears once it stops. He begs and begs and begs. 

“Please no more. Please, it hurts. Please, sensitive. Please stop.”

And you listen. Well, in your own sadistic ways. You slip off his cock but give him no break. You press the vibrator against his frenulum and squeeze down on his lower stomach.

“Please, hurts. Please, oh god please”, he sobs and coughs, writhing and kicking helplessly as you overstimulate him. You are hovering above his shaky legs, leaking the thick creampie he stored inside you. What a shame that you are leaking, but it is for the greater good. Like this, you can torture him and overstimulate him until he gives you what you crave.

And because it is Jungkook and tonight left him so fucking ruined, it doesn’t take him long to reach it. Another orgasm. So much more intense and slightly painful it hits him. The pressure you have on his bladder decides his fate. He squirts what he held inside, ruining his tensed stomach and the sheets. 

He keeps begging the entire time to please make it stop, to please know that he is sorry, to please be gentler. But he doesn’t get it as he orgasms, of course he doesn’t. You want him dry and empty with the knowledge that he will only find pleasure like this with you burned into his mind. This is your way of making sure he is corrupted and loyal to you like a starved man wanting more food.

“Please I’m dizzy, please” he begs, crying miserably. What a cute crybaby he is.

The gentleness comes after when you turn off the toy and throw it to the side, when you wipe the orgasm from his stomach and open the handcuffs. And then you hug him and he finally gets to hug you back, sobbing into your chest as his entire body trembles from what just happened.

“Oh god, oh my god.”

“I’m here. Let it out”, you assure him, holding him close as he pours out his vulnerable heart. 

It is some time past one when he finally calmed down.

“Oh god”, he gets out, shuddering. 

“Do you feel better?” 

“Do you love me again?”

“What? Gosh Googie, of course I do. I never stopped loving you.”

“Then I feel better”, he whispers and hugs you closer, “I don’t know what’s happening to me. I feel so fucking vulnerable. Oh god, everything is sore and, and warm.”

“Yeah, this was pretty intense. You did really well.”

“I just feel so good when I’m with you”, he presses out and looks up at you. His eyes are devoted and glassy.

“I feel good too, my love.” 

He smiles and you smile too, wiping the remnants of his tears.

“Thank you, I love you.”

“I love you too, Googie.”

“Oh god”, he giggles, kicking his feet, “I feel so good.” 

“Mhm that’s good. Wanna talk about the broken headboard now? You felt a little too good there, didn’t you?” you tease him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to break it. You made me feel so good and I couldn’t control my strength. Just wanted to hold you.”

“Mmh, it’s okay. It’s kinda funny.” You snicker and scrunch your nose. “And hot. My strong hubby.” 

Jungkook giggles, heart fluttering. 

“Yeah, yours. Your hubby. Yours. I love you”, he gets out, heart fluttering even more when you retort it.

“I love you too.”

“And you know that I’m yours?”

“Yes Googie, I do. You’re mine and I’m yours.” “Yeah, forever.”

You and he share a giddy kiss and get comfortable. You slip under his blanket and pull your pillow closer so you can stay on his side. The reason for your minimised space is the huge wet spot Jungkook left on your side. 

“Sorry for dirtying the bed”, he murmurs. 

“Is okay. It’s ruined anyway. I think we smeared your eyeliner everywhere.”

He giggles and hugs you closer, nuzzling his nose against you. You snicker, melting into him.

“Did you like it? I planned it really well”, he fishes for praise.

“I loved it. You look so sexy with my name on your body”, you give him the praise, sending his heart into overdrive, “thank you for your efforts, I really cherish them.”

“Anything for you”, he squeaks out, close to bursting in giddiness. He did enough! You felt his efforts and loved them! Oh, he will fly and dance and sing in his dreams tonight.

You and he are so tired, sleep is just an arm’s length away. Silence would be the most logical thing to share, but Jungkook still has something else to share.

“Do you wanna know something?”

“Yes, tell me.”

“Katy and Joe were really close today when I came over after work. They were this close to holding hands, I think.”

“Oh my god, this is so exciting. I’m telling you, it’s gonna happen this week. They’re gonna hold hands.”

Jungkook agrees with a little excited squeak and a nod of his head. You and he share giggles, nuzzling into each other giddily. You and he feel so good. Not only did you have amazing sex right now and made each other feel like heaven, you even got to have your daily late night snuggles talks.

“You’ve been on your phone the past ten minutes”, you argue and kiss his jawline. 

Jungkook swipes you away gently, turning his head so you couldn’t reach his sensitive spot anymore. 

“This isn’t-”

You silence him with a peck on his rosy lips. He mewls, kissing you back for just a second before he remembers that he is supposed to be resisting you. 

“You’re not playing fair. Just let me watch-”

Another kiss sends his heart into overdrive. 

“Baby, please”, he is whining in a pitched voice, giving you sad puppy eyes. 

You take his chin between two fingers, swiping your thumb over his pouty lips. 

“I have two options for you”, you say, heart racing because you can watch how his eyes follow your lips as you talk. 

“Tell me.”

“Option one, you continue to pretend that the movie interests you eventhough we both know that it doesn’t and I leave you alone.”

“What’s option two?”

“We forget about the movie and I give you something else to keep you entertained.” 

“Are you gonna perform for me?”

“Doofus.”

Jungkook flutters his lashes. 

“I was thinking more along the lines of; you and I get naked, I blindfold you and then I let your skin feel my touch. Sensory play.”

Jungkook whines softly, puppy eyes growing.

“With a little bit of pain of course”, you add and smile sweetly, “you were a brat today after all.” 

“I wasn’t a brat.” 

“That’s what a brat would say.” 

“I’m never a brat. I’m always a good boy.”

You chuckle, cupping his cheek. He leans into the touch, lids lowering and lips parting.

“Right. Then you’re getting it because you’ve been a good boy.” 

He blushes, nodding his head.

“So what do you think?”

“Can I add something?” 

“Of course.”

“Then please.” His puppy eyes reach lethal levels, speeding up your pulse unbearably. “Play with my butt too.”

“Shit, you’re so sexy. Of course, baby. I’ll play with it.”

“Good. I’m cleaning out.”

And with that he jumps up and leaves. You chuckle. His enthusiasm is adorable. You turn off the movie. Quite frankly, you couldn’t recite the plot at all. Jungkook has been hogging your attention ever since you started this supposed movie night.

He cut his hair on Monday and now he is running around with the cutest bowl cut ever. It gives him the softest face and really brings out the roundness of his doe eyes. You are obsessed. If you and he didn’t have adult jobs to go to and a household to run, you would spend every second of your day glued to him. He looks so cute.

Which you wouldn’t dare tell him because he doesn’t like to be cute (he is the cutest person to ever exist who could also take you into a headlock consensually).

You use the time it takes Jungkook to clean out to get the bedroom ready. You light some candles and turn on a diffuser with his favourite scent. You fluff up the pillows and lay out your protective towel just in case. Last but not least, you prepare the toys you will be using on him, turning on relaxing music as well because you want all of his senses stimulated. 

You slip into a sexy negligee and then it is already time for you to wait.

“Baby, where are you?” Jungkook calls from downstairs. 

“Bedroom!” you answer him.

He appears a few moments later. He took off his pants but kept the socks on. His shirt is oversized, reaching him just a little under his buttocks. 

“Oh wow, you made it look so romantic”, he gasps, eyes sparkling. “Wow, look at you. My favourite slip-on. You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you, baby. Do you like it? I wanted to set the mood.” 

“I love it so much. It’s so cozy and romantic”, he gushes, pulling you to your feet so he can hug you. “Oh my god, you’re so pretty.’ 

You hug him back, sighing in contentment when he squeezes you. 

“I’m so excited”, he says. 

“Me too. Do you wanna look at the toys I prepared?”

You hold hands as you check them out. Jungkook seems really excited for them.

“Are you okay with all of them? Do you want me to remove or add something?”

“It’s perfect. I don’t wanna change anything.”

“Nice. Then sit down, let me make this better for you.” 

Jungkook obeys happily, sitting down at the foot end of the bed with his hands perfectly presented on his lap. 

You pick up a golden satin blindfold, letting it ghost over his face. Jungkook chases it with parted lips and closed eyes. 

He sighs when you wrap it around his head, squeezing his legs together. 

“Is this comfortable?” you ask while you close it in the back.

“Really comfortable. I can’t see anything.” 

“Good. That’s the point.” You study him. “Gosh, look at you. I could eat you”, you say, hugging him against your chest. 

Jungkook hugs you back, kicking his feet. You are so warm and soft, engulfing him in your chest and letting him bathe in your scent. He feels so loved and safe. He didn’t experience such sensations and feelings before you. He treasures what you and he have.

“I feel so safe with you”, he confesses.

“Oh, my sweetie”, you whisper, kissing his head before you straighten up and step back.

He is smiling up at you, earning himself a touch down until you reach his waist. 

“Can I take it off?”

“Yeah, you have my consent to do anything you have planned. I trust you”, he says, nodding his head enthusiastically. He is confident in saying such big words because he knows that you would never go too far.

“That’s good. If you had enough just say Red.” You hook your hands in his shirt. “Lift your arms for me.” 

Jungkook obeys, breath speeding up as you take off his shirt. It accidentally gets stuck on his nose, resulting in the blindfold to slip off with it. 

“Oop.” 

You and he break into heartfelt laughter, holding each other to strengthen the bond. 

“Just let me do it again”, you say, still laughing.

“That was funny. When it got stuck and then whoop, it was gone. Heh”, he reminisces, grinning from ear to ear. He closes his eyes, letting you blindfold him a second time.

“I didn’t plan on it, seriously.”

“It was perfect.”

“Yeah, totally.”

Sex with you is so fun and healing because laughter and pleasure blends into one. Jungkook loves when he can laugh with you. 

“There we go. I think this should hold now. God, that was funny.” 

“Yeah, really funny. It’s comfortable.” He looks up at where he believes your face to be. “What now?”

“Now, you’re getting tickled”, you say and attack his armpits. 

Jungkook squeals, writhing from side to side. He is laughing honestly and loudly, hands trying so hard to push you away.

“Please stop, this is unfair.”

You tickle his sides. 

“Please, I can’t breathe”, he is wheezing, kicking his feet.

“Gosh, you are adorable”, you say and finally release him, soothing him by cradling his face and kissing his nose.

“This was the worst, you’re so mean”, he whines with a pout. 

You kiss it away, murmuring your apologies as you do. Jungkook is very happy to receive his kisses, holding your waist and humming in contentment.

You break it with a stub to his nose. 

“Promise I won’t do it again.” 

“Pinkie promise or else.” 

You hook pinkies with him.

“Or else what?” you ask, grinning.

“Or else I’ll chase you and tickle you back”, he says as he seals the promise.

“Alright, alright deal”, you snicker before becoming more serious again, “now relax, I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh I love surprises.”

You pick up a piece of his favourite chocolate, holding it in front of his nose. 

“Guess what I’m holding.”

He sniffles vividly. It is cute because when he breathes like this, the tip of nose moves slightly. Like a bunny.

“Mhm what’s this? Mhm, chocolate?”

“What kind?” 

“Mhm.” More sniffles. “The milk one. The, the really yummy one. Uh, Choco Smooch!” 

“Correct. Your favourite. Open up.”

Jungkook opens his mouth. You place the chocolate on his tongue. 

“Hmmm so good. Thank you, baby”, he gushes, “wah, you’re amazing seriously. My senses are loving this.” 

“That was my plan.”

You begin touching him with gentle shoulder rubs, wanting to loosen him up. He instantly relaxes, breathing deeply. He always gets tense around his neck because of work. The massage really helps break up the stubborn knots. 

Once the worst is relaxed, you run your hands to his arms, feeling him up as much as you relax him. 

“You’re so handsome, my sweetie”, you whisper, making Jungkook smile softly. 

You dance your hands to his abs. They were soft at first but tense when he straightens his back. He wants to look good for you.

“Just look at how defined they are. You’re such a strong man, Googie”, you praise, knowing that he really enjoys these kinds of words.

“Yeah? I gained a lot, didn’t I?”

“So much. You’re like Hulk these days.”

“What do you mean Hulk? No” he flusters, giggling into his palms.

“I mean it. You look so strong, my handsome”, you coo, running your nails up his abs and ribs.

He sighs, rubbing his thighs together. The dent in his briefs grows just a little. 

“I’m so lucky to have you”, you purr, guiding your touch to his pecs. You cup them, moaning just for him because he tenses them for you and clearly wants your reaction. 

“So strong. You’re seriously so sexy.” 

You begin playing with his nipple piercings. Jungkook moans, chasing your touch. His perky nipples swell, goosebumps cover his entire chest. You twist the piercings carefully, watching in delight how the dent in his briefs grows to uncomfortable levels. 

“This feels so good”, he mewls. 

“I know. So pretty for me.”

Jungkook has always had sensitive nipples. On especially needy days, you can make him climax just by playing with them. Sometimes when he works out, he needs to wear band aids on them because the friction would be way too much. Your mouth around them is his cryptonite and just a little bit of pain really kicks it off for him.

You are currently pinching them between two fingers, using a third to flick them quickly. Jungkook finds it difficult to breathe because of you, arching his back and fighting the urge to touch himself.

He remembers when he got them pierced. He was only nineteen back then – basically a child – but he knew what he wanted. He and Taehyung went to a dingy piercer who swore that no piercing was too weird for him. They sat opposite of each other and watched as the other got pierced. Jungkook on his nipples and Taehyung on his lower lip (which he already took out these days). Jungkook thought that it didn’t hurt while it happened, but afterwards it was unbearable for weeks. For a while, he wanted to take them out but never went through with it.

He is glad that he didn’t because when it finally healed, the sensitivity in them had increased as a bonus. Ever since then, Jungkook was certain that he never wanted to go back. 

These days, his nipple piercings are part of him. Sometimes he even forgets that he has them until they like to painfully remind him of their presence by getting stuck on clothing. Or you like to remind him of their presence by playing with them until Jungkook whimpers your name.

“You’re so fucking flushed already, so adorable”, you coo, giving his throbbing nipples a break.

“My cock hurts.” 

“I can imagine. Poor boy, you got so hard”, you say, rubbing his sweet cock over his briefs. 

Jungkook whimpers your name a second time, bucking his hips.

“But I’m getting carried away”, you say, pulling away.

“No, don’t. Please more”, he breathes out. 

“Not yet, we’re only getting started. Now stand up, I’m taking off your briefs.”

“Please go fast, I can’t think.”

“You don’t have to think tonight, silly. That's my job”, you coo only messing up his brain even more, “now stand up, I won’t repeat myself again.”

Jungkook obeys, sighing in relief once his constricted cock is finally free. He steps out of his briefs and shivers as you run your hands up along his legs. You swerve past his achy cock, rubbing his tummy instead. 

“The socks stay on I assume?”

“Are they a total mood killer?” he asks, wiggling his toes. He is wearing toe socks so the view is adorable. 

“Not for me. I grew to love your socks.”

“They’re comfy.” 

“They are.” You peck his lips. “Sit down.” 

He obeys, having to hiss.

“Oh god, my cock’s so heavy, seriously.” 

“I know, poor boy. Eat.” You touch his lips with another piece of chocolate. 

Jungkook opens instinctively, getting rewarded with sweet heaven. He hums, enjoying it wholeheartedly. 

“There we go, that should lessen the agony.”

And while he gets his senses adored, you pick up the feather duster. You return to him.

“Finished?”

He nods his head.

“Show me.”

Jungkook opens wide and sticks out his tongue.

“What a good boy you are and such a thorough swallower. Good job.”

Jungkook squirms, grabbing his own thighs in order not to touch himself. You have a way with words which can completely and entirely turn him dumb. He loves this feeling so much.

“Now. For your reward, I’d like you to enjoy. Yeah?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy”, you praise and connect the feather with his neck. 

Jungkook smiles, biting his lower lip. He rolls it between his teeth, ending it by parting his lips and chuckling breathily. 

“Shivers.” 

You hum in acknowledgement, dancing the feather down to his chest. You tickle his nipples, making him sigh and shudder. 

His tummy next. Just briefly before you have to avoid his cock and dust his thighs instead.

Jungkook is biting his lip again, breaths leaving him shakily. It is insane how a simple piece of fabric on his eyes can heighten his senses so much. He feels droopy.

You lift the feather and connect it with his dick. He twitches, gasping.

“Wow”, he lets out, lips staying open and legs shimmying restlessly. 

“Your cock is so pretty”, you praise, swirling the feather around the tip.

“This is insane. Holy fuck.”

“Bad? Good?”

“Good. So good. Intense.”

“Mhm”, you hum and use the feather to whip his dick. 

“A-ah”, he moans, following it up with a helpless laugh, folding into himself. 

“Good boy. I’m doing this only because you’re a good boy”, you coo, lifting the duster for a second spank. There is nothing hard or dangerous present. Just five big feathers, so the impact is definitely soft. But this is his cock you are spanking and he is sensitive, which means the sensation is ten times more intense to him.

“Fu-uck, holy fuck.”

“Good boy.” Spank. “Good boy.” Spank.

“Ah, a-ah.” He is melting and whining, holding onto the edge of the bed. He fucks the air, mouth agape and head rolled to the front. 

“Good boy”, you praise, flogging his dick one last time before you swirl the feather around the tip as quickly as possible.

“___”, he calls your name like a sinner calls his goddess, throwing his head back.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.”

“Please, I need more”, he begs, bucking his hips in search of more friction. 

“Awww, you poor thing.”

“Please, this is torture. More, please.”

 “Why don’t you lie down on your tummy and I’ll give you more?” 

“Anything you want. Just, just more. Please. More, please.”

You lift the feather, making him whine.

“Lie down, go on.”

“You have to guide me. I don’t wanna fall.”

“I’m right here, baby.” 

You help him get comfortable, smiling happily because he keeps on commenting on how much fun he is having. Once in his desired position, you lean down and kiss his cheek.

“Now enjoy, I promise I’ll make it so good for you.”

“You’re already making it so good. I wanna explode, seriously.” He rolls his gips into the mattress. “I really wanna explode.”

“Thank you, baby. I’m trying.”

You and he talk a little while you prepare the next step. 

“It’s nice. Baby, why do you wanna do this tonight? Just so?”

“Yeah, but also your new hairstyle is so handsome. I wanna crawl under your skin and live there.”

He laughs in disbelief, “shut up, you’re weird.”

“I totally am.” 

He snickers, you retort it, tilting a massage oil candle over his back. It is perfect for temperature play without reaching into the area of too hot.

“Oh? Wow, shivers”, he gasps, shuddering.

“Mhm. Is the temperature okay?” you make sure and put the candle to the side for now. 

“It’s perfect.”

“Good.” You rub your hands together to warm them up then connect them with his back, spreading the oil meticulously.

“You’re literally the best ever. I’m so happy”, Jungkook lulls, relaxing with the first touch. He expected everything but not for you to massage him. He loves your massages! 

Which is the perfect coincidence because it just so happens that you love to give him massages. You love the intimacy of it, the trust and connection it builds. And you love the sensuality of it. 

Jungkook’s back is strong and well-defined. Black tattoos span along his upper back, bringing out his definitions. 

His waist is small in comparison, ending in his lower back with the most adorable dimples. You rub circles on them and slowly work your way to his butt like this. 

He chases your touch, exhaling in anticipation. Finally. His patience is paying off! You are going to play with him again! Jungkook is so excited.

You pour more oil on his tailbone, painting it down the middle of his butt. You want him to feel the sensation of the warm oil. You let it trickle down his thighs as well, ending the play by spreading his butt to trickle some of the oil directly on his hole. 

“Oh. Wow, okay”, he gasps, clenching. “Fuck, that surprised- ah! A-ahm…”

You trail the candle down his balls and cock, covering him in warm oil. It feels intense on these spots, reminding him just how turned on he actually is. 

“There we go”, you say and put the candle aside. 

“I’m so horny, oh god…I wanna implode.”

“Implode?” 

“Yeah, implode and then explode.”

You chuckle, “goof.”

You connect your hands with his thighs, working your way up in circular motions. Jungkook is restless, craving your touch where it feels the best. 

“Such a strong man, baby. Your thighs are so defined”, you praise, rubbing the spot where they blend into his butt. It drives him insane because you are so close to his cock and his hole. Jungkook wants your touch, no, he needs it. Needs it so, so bad.

As if you can read his thoughts, you connect your palms with his cock. Jungkook lifts his hips, moaning happily.

“Thank you, oh god.” 

You fix the position of his dick so he is laid out nicely on the towel. Like this, you rub your palms up and down his shaft, drawing circles whenever you reach his tip and making sure to include his balls as well. 

“Thank you so much, thank you”, he sighs, parting his legs. 

“You’re so polite. That asks for a reward.”

You slide your left hand to his butt. Jungkook reaches behind himself and spreads himself open for you. 

“Look at you. So eager”, you coo.

“You feel so good...”

Your right hand is still dancing up and down his oiled up dick, making him float on cloud nine. After all the teasing you did with the feather, this is heaven. Jungkook swears that he will go up in flames any second now.

You are massaging his cock while your thumb circles his rim. Jungkook spreads himself more, exposing the more sensitive parts of his hole. 

“Good boy”, you praise, picking up some of the slippery oil to make love to his sensitive rim. He is so pretty. Clean shaven, slightly tan outside and pink inside. How fucking perfect.

“You feel so good”, he moans, making the cutest sounds. He always gets so whiney when you play with his cock and ass at the same time. Any kind of rasp or deeper timbre disappears from his voice and he turns into a squeaky mess.

You wonder just how loud he can whine when you push your thumb inside. 

“Mistress”, he keens, hole swallowing your digit greedily and easily. He convulses around you, feeling so warm and soft. “O-oh god, ___ mistress.”

“Slipped right in. You’re such an anal expert these days, Kookie”, you praise him, thrusting in and out of him in a slow rhythm. The oil makes the glide easy and his willingness to be penetrated only adds to it.

“Mistress, ___ ah. Ah, thank you. Oh god, a-ah. Thank you.” 

One thing you love about Jungkook is his desire to be absolutely slutty with his noises. He just doesn’t pretend or hold back. No matter if it is breathy sighs, little gasps, deep growls or high-pitched moans. Jungkook will give you a private concert of sin when you have sex. 

It is such a turn on and if you weren’t feeling so cruel, you would have continued until he climaxes. 

But alas, you are cruel. He keens so cutely when you are.

“That’s it”, you say, taking your hands away.

“No! No please! More please”, he keens, chasing your hands. “Please not yet, please more. Mistress, please don’t do this please.”

“There’s more, don’t worry”, you assure him and reach for his favourite glass dildo. You prepare it with lube. The toy is made of translucent glass with black, textured accents. The base is shaped like a heart and looks amazing between his buttocks. It also has the perfect length and girth to penetrate him without needing previous stretching. Jungkook loves when dildos do that.

“You’re so mean. I’m so edged, please Mistress more. Please i-it felt so good, please more.”

“You’re adorable”, you dismiss him and connect your left hand with his cock again.

“Ah…thank you…” he sighs, finally calming down again. He throbs between your fingers, making cute noises just for you.

“Be a good boy and show me your pretty hole.”

Jungkook obeys, dimpling his buttocks. 

“Good boy.”

You connect the toy with his hole, rubbing it up and down his rim to spread some lube.

“Why is this so warm? What’s that?”

“Guess.”

“I don’t know. It’s hard but warm. What is it?” 

“The glass toy. I had it in warm water to make it nicer for you.” 

“Oh god, my favourite”, he mewls, hole fluttering in excitement. “Please can I have it? Please?”

“Of course. Just the best for you, baby”, you purr, feeding him the toy with a gentle but firm push. His hole swallows the bulbous head and the first centimetres right up, welcoming them happily.

Jungkook moans, tensing his thighs. There is nothing better than getting his ass filled. You know exactly how to do it to really make him feel like flying.

“Slowly getting it in, baby, very slowly”, you talk him through it, thrusting the toy in and out of him. Each time you fill him, you make sure to add another centimetre. 

“Mistress, I love you so much. I love you so much. I love you”, he chants, voice croaky. He is restless, helping himself by getting on his knees and elbows. He arches his back as if he was made for it. 

“I love you so much. ___, I love you”, he keens, sobbing softly.

“God you, is this really nice for you?” 

“So nice. I want to cry.”

You hum, pushing him back down gently. He lets you guide him, just as he lets you fuck him. He feels so safe and known and loved. Not once have you made him feel disgusting or weird for loving anal as a guy. On the contrary, you support him and find pleasure through it. Jungkook wants to fucking burst.

“Is this comfortable on your dick?” you ask, fixing it between his legs.

“Yes. Ah please, a-ah.”

“Gosh, just listen to you.” 

You know that you can’t play with his cock anymore or Jungkook would climax prematurely. So you pick up another sensory toy. A scalp scratcher resembling a whisk except it is open and has round tips for extra tingles. You slide it onto his scalp in sync with thrusting the toy into him.

He shivers within the first second, gripping the sheets.

“Oh my god, ___ I love you so much”, he whimpers before burying his face halfway in the pillow. His hips twitch up, stretched hole taking more and more of the toy. He reaches behind again to part himself for you, tattooed fingers dimpling his bubble butt. “I love you, this feels so good.”

“I love you too, baby.” 

You time the gentle thrusts of the toy with the swirls of the scalp scratcher, watching in delight how goosebumps cover his skin and his muscle tense underneath it. Relaxation and pleasure, you give him both, making him feel far away and present at the same time. 

“This feels so good.” 

He keeps chanting the same thing, making you wetter and wetter. Making him feel good is the biggest pleasure for you. His toes are curling each time you fill him and his hips are restless. Paired with his pretty noises and you are in sensual heaven.

“You’re making me cum”, Jungkook whimpers, chasing the toy with choppy wiggles and a clenching hole.

“Thank you for telling me”, you say and pull out. 

“No oh my god, please don’t do this”, he sobs, melting in defeat, “I-I lied. Please more.”

But too late. You put the toy to the side, keeping the scratcher on his head.

“I wasn’t done. Please I beg you, please it hurts so much.” He sobs. “Oh god, it hurts so much.”

“You’re so cute”, you say, rubbing his buttocks, “I control your orgasms, yeah?”

“But I was good boy”, he keens.

“Yeah, the goodest boy. And good boys get edged.” 

“Why am I even good then?” he whines, wiggling his ass in hopes of getting your touch where he needs it most. He can feel how stretched out he is and it hurts. All this space and it is empty. He can’t live like this. He needs his ass filled again. “Please, why am I even good?” he sobs.

“Because you want to be good for me”, you say and pick up the feather duster again.

You connect it with his back. He shifts impatiently, begging you with a shaky whisper.

“Relax baby, relax. Your patience will be rewarded.” You whisper in your caring Domme voice. “I know what’s best for you, don’t I?”

“Yes, Mistress. You know what’s best for me”, he agrees, brain melting. He loves when you talk to him like this. It makes him want to be patient and good and yours.

“Such a good boy.”

Jungkook swears that he never shivered as much as he does right now. First you work him up then you bring him down. You have rich power over him and he is thankful for it. 

The feather feels amazing along his spine. He can’t really feel his legs anymore because his body is floating. You circle his tailbone and outline his buttocks. Jungkook’s legs open instinctively, he sighs so sweetly. 

Spank! 

“Ah!” Jungkook yelps, flinching with his entire body. He follows it with a whimpered moan, fingers gripping the sheets. You spanked his right buttock. Hard and with your hand. He didn’t expect it, so it hurts so much, going straight to his cock. 

“Sorry, I just needed to make sure that you are still awake”, you lie without shame.

Jungkook whimpers, chasing your hand. His skin is pink where you spanked him, his lower back muscles ripple. You tease them with the feather again, letting him come down from the rush of adrenaline you gave him. He is breathing so heavily again. It is so pretty to look at.

“Did you like it, baby?”

“Yeah”, he keens, nodding enthusiastically. 

Spank! 

Jungkook moans, body shuddering from the pleasurable pain. It feels so good when you inflict pain. 

“So pretty. Now your buttocks are matching”, you tease, rubbing them to soothe the lingering burn. “Mhm baby, you’re so handsome”, you gush, having to drop the feather on his back for the sake of cradling his hips and kissing his flushed butt. One on each cheek. Jungkook snickers giddily, chasing your kisses. You make his heart flutter and his skin tingle. This is his cloud nine.

You part him and drag your tongue over his stretched hole.

“Ah fuck”, he gets out breathily, following it up with a long and needy mewl. 

You purr, gazing up at him as you bury your tongue in his ass. He tastes artificially sweet like the lube you used, clenching around your tongue and moaning so loudly it bounces off the walls. You purr again, wiggling your head from side to side. 

“Hhhmmmmmm, hm, hm, a-ah, hm”, he whimpers, “please”, it leaves him instinctively and softly.

Truly, you feel like the worst person ever because you are going to take it away again. But it is necessary. He needs to be desperate. You lift your head, taking away his heaven. 

“Why? Why do you do that? ___ please I can’t do this anymore”, he whines, grasping the sheets. 

“I know, I’m sorry. If you weren’t such a good boy, I wouldn’t have to edge you.” 

“It doesn’t make any sense”, he sobs.

“If you were a brat, Googie I would already let you cum. But my good boy doesn’t get an orgasm yet.”

“Holy fuck”, he gets out, burying his face in the pillow to mewl. He finally gets it. All of this sweet pleasure, his favourite toys, the edging and loving touches to work him up is your way of punishing him for being a brat. This is what he gets for being disobedient and annoying all week. You are masking this punishment as a good boy reward just because he called himself a good boy. Jungkook wants to rip the sheets. You play him like an expert and he didn’t even notice. He is yours. Entirely yours.

A low hum of a vibrator joins the music. You connect it with his upper back.

“Please don’t stop again, please”, he begs, “I won’t be bad anymore, I promise.”

You hum in acknowledgement, watching with heart eyes as his body reacts to the vibrations. You paint goosebumps on his skin. His legs are so far apart, giving a perfect view of his leaking cock. 

You change positions so you are between them. Jungkook is too far gone to really register it, sighing and whining as you massage his back.

You lift the wand and connect it with his sole. He wiggles his toes, giggling into the pillow. 

“I hate that”, he whines. 

You change feet, tickling his other sole.

He breaks into laughter, trying to flee you, “please not there.”

You laugh with him, switching places for his sake. He calms down again, giggling his last giggles as you run the vibrator up and down his calves respectively. 

His breathing speeds up when you reach his thighs. The back of them first. It is nice to him, but bearable. His quickened breath lets you know however that he is anticipating what you will do next. 

Or better, that he desperately waits for it. You have been rather cruel with your edging after all.

You swirl the wand to his inner right thigh. His legs open more, he keens into the pillow, shivering. The shivers don’t stop when you switch thighs. It is so sweet to watch how his cock throbs on the towel. 

Parts of you want to run the vibrator over his cute tip, but you won’t do that. Not when his butt looks so tempting. 

He giggles with the first touch, tensing his buttocks. 

“What’s so funny now?” you laugh with him.

“I feel so far away”, he says, wiggling his toes. He is on cloud nine. Good. Means that he is distracted enough that you can part him without being caught. 

It works easily. Just as you had thought. Jungkook is too busy enjoying the giddy emotions in his chest. And when he finally notices, it is already too late. 

You push the vibrator into his slickened hole and increase the vibrations. 

“___!” Jungkook yelps and lifts his hips off the mattress, pushing back on the toy. Just for a second because then he drops again, rubbing his twitchy cock against the sheets. “O-o-oh go-o-o-od.”

“That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Good. Good. Ah! Ah, ah god ___ please.”

Jungkook had already forgotten about being empty. Your touch is so comfortable that his empty hole became invisible in his consciousness. And all of a sudden, he has you reminding him of how good it feels to be stuffed. His rim feels electrocuted in the best way possible, his flushed insides are convulsing around the vibrating toy. He suddenly remembers again why he loves having his butt played with, why he asked for it, why he can’t get enough. 

“It feels so good, ___, please don’t take it away please”, he mewls, voice soaked in submissive pleasure.

Truth be told, you wanted to take it away. To be mean. But when he begs like this, you suddenly can’t bring yourself to be cruel. You have already edged him so many times. He deserves his orgasm.

You shake your head even if he can’t see it. 

“Just enjoy it, baby. I’m not taking it away”, you promise him, heart racing like crazy. You cannot even be mad at yourself for failing at your own goals. Not when making Jungkook feel good gives you so many butterflies.

“Can, ca-can I cum if I have to?” 

“Yes, baby you can.”

“Promise me that you’re not gonna be mean. Please ___ please, I’m sorry for everything. I’m never gonna be a brat again, please.”

You chuckle, “you’re adorable. I promise that I’m serious.”

Jungkook shudders, moaning loudly. He is so obviously relieved that he won’t be edged again. For just a glimmer in time, you wanted to still pull away and tease him that way. But you physically cannot seem to go through with it. You love making him feel good, you love it so much that it is addictive. 

“Jungkookie my love. You’re doing so well”, you praise, rocking the toy inside him so his prostate gets stimulated.

“It feels so good, aaaaaaah”, he whines, sobbing softly afterwards. 

You increase the vibrations, increasing his moans right with it.

“Too much?” 

“No, perfect. ___, ah, ___.”

“I love when you say my name like that. You’re such a good boy.”

“Hurt me, please.”

You fulfill his wish gladly, pinching his inner thigh. 

Jungkook stutters your name, twitching with each sharp pain you shoot through his skin. The pressure is building. His insides keep convulsing, sucking on the toy greedily. He is writhing so much that his cock and nipples rub against the sheets, adding to the pleasure.

“I have to cum. Soon. I have to cum. Please don’t edge me anymore, please I’m so sorry Mistress.”

“Just let it happen, baby. Just let it happen.”

You pinch his inner thighs, burying the toy deeper. You twist it in him and give his cockhead a slap with your fingertips. 

Jungkook screams as you send him over the edge. He screams oh so sinfully, entire body tensing and relaxing with each convulse of pleasure. His cock covers the towel in his bliss and his ass keeps the vibrator hostage. He is grateful that you edged him now that he is finally allowed to fall and it feels so good.

“I can’t stop! I can’t stop cumming!”

“Good boy, you’re doing so well. Don’t stop, such a good boy”, you praise, jerking him off harshly as you wiggle the toy inside him.

“I can’t stop! Mistress, I’m gonna- ah!”

He squirts all over the towel, biting the pillow in order not to scream again. His voice is muffled, he is so tense and his legs shake so much.

“There we go. Fucking give me everything. That’s my good boy”, you talk him through it as you milk him dry. This is why you did it. This right here. This honest and complete surrender to the pleasure is why you edged him for as long as you did.

Jungkook flees onto his knees, arching his back to its limit and scratching down the sheets.

“I can’t stop cumming. ___ please help me”, he wails.

“I know, baby. I’m right here.”

“Pleaseeeee.”

“Good boy, you’re such a good boy”, you praise, helping him through this in the most loving yet cruel way possible.

Jungkook truly cannot escape it. You know exactly where to press the vibrator. His insides haven’t convulsed and tightened so many times in a row in forever. His lower stomach actually hurts and he still cannot stop having fucking orgasms.

He drops again, hitting the mattress repeatedly and tugging on the sheets with his teeth. 

“Hgngn! Hnhng! Hngngg!!”

“Almost there baby, I know you’re almost there. Just hold on until then, such a good boy you are. So good for me.”

Jungkook begins fleeing the toy once he has had enough. It is different from the way before because he suddenly grows very quiet and his arms stop wiggling. You listen to his body’s cues without struggle, taking out the toy carefully. You turn it off and put it aside, then lie down on his back with your entire weight. 

Jungkook instantly stops squirming in discomfort, melting under your warm body.

“Good boy, you did so well. My good boy”, you soothe him, kissing his shoulder and arm.

He gulps audibly, fighting for his air. This definitely took a toll on him. You snake your arms under him, hugging him like this. You know that he is far away, who wouldn’t be after so many orgasms? Your job right now is to help him return to you safe and sound. What a wonderful job it is.

“Just come back to me, I’m right here baby. It’s over now, you’re done.”

Jungkook swears that he is floating in the stars and your voice calls him back home. He wants to go home. Because home is warm, it is safe and it smells like you.

He moves his head slightly, “___”, he croaks.

“Hey there, hey.” You smooch his cheek. “How are you doing?”

“Light-headed.” 

“I can imagine. Fuck, you came so hard. I’m so proud of you.”

He grins goofily, cheek squished against the sheets. There is drool everywhere and some snot.

“I love you”, he mumbles.

“I love you too, baby.” 

“Can I look at you?”

You hum and roll him to his back. He lifts his head so you can take off the blindfold then sinks into the pillow with sparkly, submissive eyes. His cheeks are flushed, his nose is rosy. He looks so well-loved and soft and pretty.

“Hey there, handsome”, you whisper and wipe his tears, cradling his cheeks.

“Hey”, he breathes, heart racing uncontrollably. Your smile is so beautiful and is meant just for him. He loves you so much.

“How are you doing?”

He nods his head, gazing up at you.

“Yeah? Good?”

“Yeah. Good.” He swallows. “Can I have some water, please?”

“Of course, baby. Here you go”, you say and hand him the water you prepared on the bedside table. 

Jungkook sits up, breathing shakily from the pressure on his sensitive rim. 

“Thanks.”

You rub his back as he drinks, thinking to yourself just how much you love him. He is such a handsome man. And adorably cute. You love how he widens his eyes when he drinks. He finishes with a deep sigh.

“Thank you.”

“Feel better now?”

“Yeah, thank you.”

You accept the empty glass and put it away. 

“Do you feel strong enough to lift your butt for a moment?” 

He obeys, allowing you to tug out the soiled towel under him, wrapping up the dirty toys in it so you can clean them later.

“Wait. Quick wipe down”, you say and clean off the worst mess with some tissue. 

He drops once cleaned, rubbing his hands over his face.

“What’s the matter?”

“I’m dizzy.”

“No wonder. You burned a lot of energy. Do you want more chocolate?” you offer.

“Yes, please.”

You feed it to him, kissing his cheek afterwards.

“Thank you”, he whispers.

“Of course”, you close the distance to him, Jungkook hugs your waist, making sure that his arms are under yours and he can rest his head on your chest. Like this, he gives you a gentle push to make you fall. Which you willingly do, welcoming him in your warm embrace. Your legs tangle together, his relieved breath swirls over your chest.

“I want to be held.”

“Of course, sweetie. Are you comfy?” 

“Yeah. I feel so safe.”

“That’s good”, you trace his back and play with his hair respectively. Jungkook melts from the sensations. It feels so good to be adored. “You were such a good boy, my sweetie.”

Jungkook snuggles closer. 

“Thanks. You were so good too. I couldn’t stop cumming.”

“I’m glad. You deserve to be in this state. It means a lot to me.” 

He yawns, rubbing his entire face against your chest afterwards like a cuddly cat. 

“Getting sleepy now?” you ask.

“Mh-hm, ‘eepy.” He snuggles. “Are you okay? You didn’t cum.” 

“I’m more than okay. I wanted this to be about you. I’m so content”, you say and give him a gentle squeeze. 

“Are you sure?”

“More than sure. Making you cum was everything I needed tonight.”

“Okay.” He whimpers, “I feel so vulnerable.”

“I know. I won’t let you go, okay?”

“I know. That’s why I feel so good despite it. I’m so happy.”

“Me too, my baby”, you say, snuggling closer.

Jungkook sighs, growing softer in your arms as he floats closer to exhaustion-induced sleep.

“___, you can’t ever get hurt.” 

You smile, kissing the crown of his head, “never, baby. Never.”

He exhales with a sound.

“I…gon’...make you cum…tomorrow, mhm.”