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His hips lift from the mattress, an agonized groan tearing from his throat, guttural and breathless. Rutting into nothing. Fingers twisting into the sheets, fisting them as he throws his head back, back arching.

You kiss up the length of his neck, suckling under his jaw as your hand trails up his abdomen, digging into those hard-earned ridges. You can manipulate his body in ways he’s only ever dreamed of. A simple touch, a nondescript tug, a heated look, and he sings so beautifully for you.

So eager to please, so eager to let go. He doesn’t want to think. He wants to feel. His arms strain against the binds, tied so flimsily you know he’s not really trying at all. You skim those delicious veins of his, unable to help yourself at the sight.

Touch me. Touch me. Please. You hold him down as he begins to writhe, the edging eating away at his control.

“Kook. Look at me,” you murmur. He moans, hips jerking. His ebony locks are plastered to his forehead, mussed from how he’s been tossing. He meets your gaze with much effort, chocolate irises blown out and half-lidded as he pants, new tears slipping down his cheeks and tracking over the faded streaks. “Tell me how it feels, baby.”

“F-feels so good,” he whimpers, lips barely moving to form the words. They’re so red, plump and bitten as you lean down to kiss him. It’s messy and involves too much tongue but it makes the heat in his stomach burn brighter as he chases after you. He whines when you draw too far out of read, head falling back to watch as you close your hand over his weeping cock.

He gasps, back bowing like he’s been punched. The pleasure floods his system instantly, overwhelming after being denied for hours at end. Jungkook chants your name like a prayer, fucking into your hand like the deprived man he is, uncaring of how desperate he knows he looks.

“Beautiful,” you whisper, nipping his earlobe as your other hand reaches to pinch his nipples. They, too, are swollen and the satisfying ache makes him sob. He wails, orgasm washing over him so abruptly you’re startled, cum splattering on your chest as you milk him through it.

He hiccups, squirming as the oversensitivity settles in. Sometimes he wants it. Wants you to make him come again and again and again until he loses his mind. Until he can’t remember anything but the heat of your body pressed against his and your name, sighed against your mouth.

But not tonight.

Tonight he wants to be inside you, wants you to hold him close. To make love to him. He still blushes at the concept, like a teenage girl with a crush. But it’s true. You make him feel like that. Like he’s diving headfirst. He falls in love with you a little more every day. Just when he thought it wasn’t possible to love someone any more than he does you, you do something or say something and he has to clutch his chest because his heart is fluttering too fast and his cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

He’ll never admit it, but he cried a bit the first time you had actual sex. What he felt for you, the love and adoration swelled in his chest and he broke down a bit. You cradled him, kissed his tears away and fucked him slowly. Languidly, savouring each roll of your hips. The heat of you alone was almost enough to make him blow his load like a hormonal teenager, but you taught him better than that.

He’s had others. Before you, but you make him feel like everything’s new. Like he’s a virgin again. And everything is new with you. You understand him. What makes him tick, what to do and say when he’s upset, angry. How to make him smile, laugh. What he needs, wants.

He crushes his lips to yours when you untie him, grip your waist firmly as you sink into him, raw and flushed. Presses you against the mattress gently as he grinds against you.

Your sigh is sweet as he buries his face in the juncture of your neck, licking and biting.

“My good boy,” you croon, fingers weaving through his hair. Jungkook tears himself away, peering down at you with luminous eyes. I love you, they say.

That look. That’s your favourite.

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.

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This is your second favourite.

The translucent curtains allow a light stream of sun to filter through. The silk sheets slip down his bare waist, golden skin marred only by the thrill of your hands. His lips are parted slightly, so tempting you kiss the mole lightly. So peaceful.

“Mmm. I can feel you staring.”

The morning drowsiness seeps through his veins as he shifts, drawing you in close.

“Has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you are?” You muse, smoothing your hand down his arm.

“Once or twice. Why? Jealous?” He teases, voice hoarse and low. His eyes remained closed, though his smile is a dead giveaway.

“No, because it’s true. My gorgeous husband,” you murmur, thigh sliding over his hip as you move to straddle him. The comforter slips off, his cock already hard, precum smearing against your core as you hover over him.

It’s been getting so long recently and, you’re really into it.

“It was only 8…” He grumbles, brow furrowed as he hugs you tighter, “Please let me finish, I really want to help, you’ve been working too hard.”

Jungkook wasn’t much for speaking with strangers so, in the process of your international move, you’d been the one communicating with the real estate agent and, the movers to get everything arranged.  He doesn’t like feeling inadequate so, when it came time for heavy lifting, he was all over it. Packing up your former shared apartment in Seoul and, unpacking once the two of you had arrived in Mykonos had been his sole mission.

With a sigh and, the absence of a backbone, you smile, kissing his partially exposed forehead, “Fine but, take it easy yeah? I’ll be in here if you need me…”

Jungkook’s bunny smile informs you that he’s pleased with your response and, he nods eagerly before kissing your cheek and, rushing out of the front door.

You return to the living room floor and continue to focus on the box you were previously unpacking. The labeling system the two of you had figured out proved to be quite effective. However, moving is never simple, regardless of ones efforts to make it so.

This box, for example, did not belong to the living room, it belonged in Jungkook’s old study but, that doesn’t stop you from smiling at its contents. Awards, medals, his first bottle of wine he ever made, along with his certifications and licenses to sell liquor, all things that ultimately lead to the two of you meeting , falling in love and, moving half way across the world together.

Jungkook was the youngest billionaire in the world and, he made his fortune from patenting his own brand of hangover-proof wine. Sounds gimmicky right? Many people thought so but, Jungkook’s family had been in the wine making business for generations so, with his passion for the craft and his disdain for severe hangovers, he sought out to create a product that would revolutionize the industry.

And boy, did he do just that.

At the age of 22, he launched Azucar De La Luna or, Sugar of the Moon.  After 7 years of research, he managed to create the most delicious, hangover-proof wine the world had ever seen and, ultimately launched himself and his family into international fame.

You had met him at an art exhibit you were running and, the two of you instantly had chemistry. It was rather cheesy actually, he was charming and handsome, you were unaware of his status and, he was into that.

 It didn’t take long for things to heat up and take off.  

Two years later, you both decided that Seoul wasn’t giving you what you needed. Jungkook, being an extreme introvert, was growing weary of the hustle and bustle of life in the city. He loved his work and, had an immense passion for what he did but, he was tired of being treated like some kind of rock star. He yearned for a simpler life, off the grid, where he could live and create in peace.

After months of discussion and planning, you settled on relocating Mykonos, a beautiful island in Greece. With both of your statuses and, massive wealth, it was extremely easy to place an offer on a beautiful, cliffside, villa on the quieter part of the island.

“Jagi, where do you want the books?” Your boyfriend’s voice brings you out of your thoughts, swinging around a pillar with a larger box in his arms.

“Go ahead and, set them in here for now, I have your certificates and stuff too…” You nod to the coffee table and, he obliges. He sets the box down, pushing up the sleeves to his striped sweater.

He smirks down at you, starry eyed, “ You look cute.”

“I’m so sweaty right now”

His nose scrunches up as he chuckles, shaking his head, “You’re still cute. You can shower when we’re done, did you see it? It’s so cool…”

You push the box aside, setting his things in a neat pile before smiling, “It’s incredible, there’s so much room, you could literally hangout in there…”

“Y/N if you want to shower with me, you can just say so, we have to be honest in our relationship, communication is key…” He emphasizes, smirking and wagging his brows at you.

You groan, laughing at his antics, throwing a wad of newspaper at him, “Get back to work, before I banish you to the stables…”

He snickers, a boyish smile on his face, saluting to you, “Yes mam.”

With a shake of your head, you attempt to wipe the love-struck expression off of your face as you return to the task at hand.

An hour passes and Jungkook meanders into the villa, finally shutting the creaky wooden door behind him. His hair is partially stuck to his forehead, his sweater sleeves are pushed up as far as they can go and, his cheeks are splotchy from all the exertion.

“All done?” You smile from the floor, breaking down one of your last boxes for the day.

You two had been moving in since the early hours of the morning, eager to get your new place set up. The California king bed had been delivered around noon which caused you to breathe a sigh of relief that you wouldn’t be sleeping on an air mattress again.

“All done,” He affirms with a sigh,  I just have to run down to the gate to make sure its locked…”  

“I’m finishing up too, are you hungry?”

He smiles at the mention of food, nodding eagerly, “I’m starving. Do we have enough to make something here?”

Jungkook could cry at the thought of going into town after such an exhausting day.

Thankfully, you provide the news he’s after, “Our neighbors dropped off a bunch of stuff for us this morning,  I’ll figure something out after I shower.”

Another smile is sent your way, “Sounds good, you can go first then. I’ll be right back.”

While the two of you would love nothing more than to shower together, you both understand that given the amount of sweat and dust covering your bodies, it wouldn’t exactly be the sexy experience you were after.

Christening the new place could come later.

After getting the living room somewhat organized, you make your way into your shared bedroom. Most of your clothes are still in boxes so, you opt for the soft blue cotton dress that stuck out of your suitcase. It’s comfortable and breathable but, more importantly, it requires minimum effort.

The bathroom is absolutely immaculate. Marble flooring and countertops, oversized standing tub and, the biggest shower you had ever seen. The walls were mostly windows covered by white linen curtains that allowed the natural light of the sun to envelop the space.

You stunned by the idea that this place is actually your home.

Smiling to yourself, you step into the shower and, allow the warm water to wash away the dirt and tension from your body. Jungkook loves the smell of your shampoo so, the two of you share most of the products in the shower, except his loofa, that’s off limits.

He’s such a Virgo…

After your shower, you apply your moisturizer and, a few spritzes of your favorite perfume before pulling your dress on. Jungkook’s already in the bedroom, his sweater thrown in the laundry basket, his slacks hugging his slender waist. He’s rifling through his suitcase, brow furrowed as he searches.

“Jagiya? Have you seen my black shirt? The really big one?”

His question causes a snort to leave you, “You have approximately 400 big black shirts, you gotta be more specific…”

He smirks  tossing his dirty sweater at you, not looking up from his suitcase, “It’s Gucci, it has two little triangles on the back…”

You move in his direction, shuffling beside him and, Jungkook could literally melt as he gets a whiff of your perfume.

A second or two of searching goes by before you find what he’s looking for, “This one?”

Your boyfriend’s bunny smile makes an appearance as he takes the t-shirt from your hands, “How do you always do that?”

With a smile, you lean up towards his lips, brows rising, “Magic powers…”

He chuckles warmly, pressing a kiss to your nose, “Uh huh, I’m sure. I’ll be out in a minute, I have a bottle of Luna in the wine cooler if you want some with dinner. The rest is still being imported…”

You’re still leaning towards his lips and, you notice him trying to move away from you, “Are you not going to kiss me after I valiantly searched for your t-shirt???”

He grimaces, kissing your forehead again, “Jagi, I’m so gross right now and, you smell so good, I don’t want to ruin it. I’ll kiss you when I’m out…”

You concede with a short laugh, pointing in his direction, “I’m holding you to that…”

A smile breaks through his grimace then as he kisses your forehead once more, “I’ll be right out, don’t start without me.”

Your neighbors had dropped off a basket of cured meat and fancy imported cheese that you plan on slicing up along with some dried fruit and, freshly picked grapes. Obviously, Jungkook had ensured that the Villa be situated on an expansive vineyard which had delayed your moving date quite a bit. However, after popping one of the grapes in your mouth, you decided it was completely worth it.

Your charcuterie board takes 20 minutes or so to put together and, as your placing the finishing touches you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist.

“You did so good Jagi…” Jungkook’s voice caramelizes in your ear, the woodsy scent of his body wash warming your senses.

“It’s not too bad right?” You turn in his arms, pecking the side of his head, causing a smile to play on his lips, “It will work for tonight at least, we can go into town tomorrow for groceries…”

“I’ll have them delivered…I want to rest with you tomorrow, you’ve work too hard lately…”

“We’ve both been working hard, not just me…you worked your ass off today.” You point out

He nods, eyes closing as he inhales, “We’ll both rest then. Did you get the wine?”

His eyes open with his question, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Not yet, do you want to grab it for us? I have water too…”

Jungkook moves quickly and as he makes his way to the wine cooler you notice he’s only wearing his t-shirt and a pair of white boxers, his long hair, stringy and wet from his shower.

God, he’s really beautiful.

“Can we eat on our balcony? It’s so nice out right now …” Jungkook suggests as he grabs two wine glasses from the cardboard box on the counter.

With a soft smile, you nod, securing the platter in your hands as the two of you make your way to the French doors.

Jungkook rushes in front of you, ensuring he’s there to open the door for you.

“Oh my god, look at the sunset.” You gasp as you see the scene before you, quickly setting the platter down before rushing to the edge of the balcony.

Your villa overlooks the Aegean Sea which sparkles as the sun attempts to stay above the horizon. The sky is littered with hues of purple, pink and orange which compliment the striking blue of the sea water.

“Wah…” Your boyfriend beams beside you, his hands holding the banister, a look of awe in his eyes, “It looks like a picture…like a screensaver or something.”

You giggle, nodding at his comparison, still in amazement that you can call this place home.

“We’re going to have a good life here Jagi…” He smiles, his eyes deep in thought, fingers reaching out to you.

Warmth envelops your heart as you return his smile, taking his hand in yours, placing a kiss to his knuckles.

“I think so too…”

Another hour passes and, after stuffing your face with quality food and, sipping a few glasses of wine, both you and your boyfriend are feeling rather good.

“Jagiyaaa…why’re you so far?” Jungkook slurs, his voice deepening in his slightly inebriated state.

You laugh, reaching out for his hand, “I’m right here, what are you talking about?”

He pouts, brows furrowing in his own adorable way, clumsily grabbing your hand, “Want you over here…on me.”

You don’t deny him, the mood is too good for any resistance. Stumbling over to your boyfriend, you notice to how toned and tanned his thighs looks in his white boxers.

Did you mention he was beautiful?

“Better?” You hum as you sit in his lap, placing hands on his shoulders

A satisfied grin finds its way onto his mouth, “Mmm much better…c’mereee.”

You snuggle into his chest, tucking your face in his neck and wrapping your arms around his waist, “I’m hereee…”

He giggles at your imitation, both of you far from sober but, not quite drunk, well, not on the wine at least.

“Good. Stay here. Don’t leave. Ever.” He grunts causing you to laugh, placing a gentle kiss on the tender flesh of his throat.

“Ever? What if I have to pee?”

He shrugs, leaning his head back against the back of the chair, closing his eyes “Figure it out…”

You laugh again, sneaking your hands underneath the hem of his t-shirt, smoothing over his toned skin.

“This batch is good, did you put anything different in it?”

“Mmm love…” He murmurs, hands resting on your back, fighting a smile.

You pinch his side, laughing again, “You’re so dumb…”

“You’re dumb…” He parrots, grinning, his hands slowly sliding down your back.

Another kiss is pressed to his neck as your hands slide further up his body,  a certain feeling stirring between your legs, “You’re gonna get really tan living here, I can already see it just after you working in the sun today…”

“Good, it makes me look healthy…like a big burly, working man…” He grunts as you shift on his hips, his voice faltering slightly.

“Ah yes, my big burly working man, the strongest man alive…” You giggle fondly, your eyes closing now as he moves his hands over your ass, squeezing gently.

“Damn right…” He chuckles.

A few more moments of silence and passive touching pass before a sigh leaves your boyfriends lips.

”Are you…uh in the mood for…something?”

You smirk, “Something?”

“Lovemaking…” He utters in his native tongue followed by another chuckle.

He knows what that does to you...

“Why do you have to say it like that?” You whine, pulling out of his neck before pinching his cheek.

His laughter comes in full force then, pleased with your reaction, “It’s a new home Jagi, we have to christen it right?”

Jungkook’s eyes are open now and, slightly darkened, the touching and alcohol causing him to feel all kinds of tingly.

With his pouty lips and, perfectly disheveled hair, you’d have to be made of stone to deny him.

“You’re not wrong…” You lower your voice, one of your hands sliding to the base of his boxers, “No foreplay though, I’m too tired for that…”

He chuckles, his hands sliding up your thighs, “I’ll go slow then…”

You bite your lip as you watch his hands slide further up your thighs and, all you really do is nod, the warmth in your body becoming too much not to fall into.

“You’re not hard yet…” You point out and, he smirks his fingers beginning to walk up either sides of your inner thighs.

“I’m getting there…”

Jungkook pushes up the blue cotton of your dress until it sits around your hips. At the sight of your choice in panties, he lets out a shaky breath.

“Can we leave these one? They’re my favorite…”

You nod, tugging on the hem of his t-shirt, “As long as you take this off…”

He snickers but, obliges, pulling it off and throwing it onto the balcony floor.

The action causes your brows to furrow, “Didn’t you say that was Gucci?”

Jungkook just shrugs, “I have like 6 more…come here…”

He cuts off any response you may have given him before leaning into your lips eagerly, capturing them between his.

The kiss is slow and messy. It tastes like wine and, is equally as intoxicating. It makes Jungkook swell in his boxers which only encourages you to make him harder.

Your fingers tug at the band of his underwear, Jungkook lifting his ass off of the chair to assist you. His dick springs back against his stomach and, the sensation causes Jungkook to smirk into your mouth.

“The first time we made out, I got hard…that’s how I knew you were the one jagi…” He murmurs and, you scoff at his brashness, hitting his shoulder lightly.

“You’re so romantic…”

He beams, leaning back against the chair, chuckling “I try.”

His brows furrow, nodding to your dress, “Take it offff…”

Jungkook is whiny when he’s tipsy and, you wish you could deny how much you like it.

You’re powerless though and, instead, you pull off your dress, discarding it.

Jungkook grins, his eyes lulling completely as he slides his hands up your body to your breasts, “So good…”

You giggle at his choice of words before pulling your panties to the side and, securing his length in your hand, “Hold these over for me…”

With an unsteady hand, Jungkook hooks his fingers into your underwear, holding them over.

A sigh passes between you as you sink down on him, the stretch and burn of him, salacious and relieving.

“Whoa…” He grunts, smirking as his eyes close, head falling back against the chair again.

“Mhm…” You hum starting to move your hips against him, your hands bracing against his hips.

The setting sun is warm against your back, the tender flow of the summer breeze caressing your body.

You’re in heaven, you must be.

Jungkook clearly shares the same conclusion, his face smoothed out in pure pleasure as he meets your hips halfway, his hands freely exploring your body.

“Feels good on my dick jagi…so good…” He’s speaking Korean again, something he often does when the two of you are at it.

“You’re going to kill me…” You giggle, moving your hips faster against him, creating toe curling friction inside of you.

He chuckles darkly, his eyes opening as he stares up at you, his cheeks completely flushed, “You like it…don’t lie… Go faster for me…I’m getting close…”

A smaller moan bubbles over your lips as you lean back, giving yourself more leverage as you start to bounce up and down on him, your clit buzzing and throbbing with the movement.

Jungkook sits up then, hands securing around your waist as he pulls you close into his lap, his lips finding yours.

“I’m gonna fuck for us jagi ok? You just cum for me…I can feel how close you are…”

His words do a number on you and, all you can do is nod, your breath growing shakier as you near your high.

“Good girl…just rest your head on me, I’ll make you feel so good…” Your boyfriends low voice rings in your ear as he pounds up into you, his dick throbbing inside of you.

“Fuck…I love you…” You whimper into his neck as your orgasm hits, your body growing limp as he fucks you.

“I love you…”

He cums too, not much longer after you do, the two of you collapsing back into the chair as you try to settle your breathing.

Nothing can be felt but, pure bliss.

You stay like that for quite some time before you eventually decide to get cleaned up and, take the food inside. On slightly shaky legs, you gather the platter and make your way inside, Jungkook grabbing the trash and, the wine glasses. He take his place behind you once again as you rinse off the platter in the sink, his lips brushing against your neck.

“I’m gonna marry you one day, if that’s cool…” He says matter of factly, arms tightening around your wrist.

Your heart blooms with love and, you try to resist the huge grin that threatens your mouth.

It had been a week since Yoongi had heard you mutter those words in person. You’d been in the in the States. You’re reunion was going to be at a house that you knew pretty quickly you’d wanna excuse yourselves from. The … had been gently stroking at your walls since you left the airport. You were slowly getting needier and needier and every bump and damn pot hole was making it worse. If Yoongi had been good and done what you’d asked then he would have a smooth silicon butt plug making him just as needy.

Why do I do this to myself

-How long are you going to be?-

-Missed me huh? :P-

-Is it a crime? And besides Tae keeps trying to get me to dance and linking arms with me…help-

-Lol, I will pay extra to see this. I’m here anyway-

The bass could already be felt through the lit porch. The wide white door with gold embellishments; the window to the party inside. The house was extravagant, so says Greek god of music Apollo posing for the stone fountain you passed on the way to the porch.

“About time you showed up, pretty sure Yoongi is swamped with Tae affection and needs you” Lee chuckled welcoming you inside.

“I’ll make sure I take my time getting a drink then, thanks for inviting me by the way”

The annex floor war marble, the black pattern laced in the white marble resembled mosaic, this room was clear but the noise flooded out through the open living room door.

“Oh please, how much have we worked together these past two years. You basically lived in my here for two months this year” He wasn’t wrong he’d near enough help you produce most of your last album.

“Alright! I was just being polite jeez!” he slid your coat off your shoulders storing in in the cloak room large enough to be a childs room.

You followed him through to the king sized kitchen. The flurry of people drifting in and out, in addition to the smalls groups conversing conveniently next to the generous snack table the kitchen appeared to be much more cramped. You responded to a few smiles and waves in turn; there was a fair share of Idols around; as well as dancers, producers and various other roles from the music industry. All the alcohol bottles were shoulder to shoulder along the back of kitchen unit.

“Mixers all in the fridge, you good?”

“Yeah, yeah” you were already eyeing up the different flavour gins. His only response was a thumbs up and he merged seamlessly through the people and out the back sliding doors.

Mid pouring the lemonade arms wrapped round your front and you were squeezed tightly, all with added sound of a high pitch squeal.

“Oh my god I’m soo glad to see you” Sophie squealed. When you were released you turned to find her and a couple of the hair stylists from your company equally brimming with slightly drunk infused glazed over eyes. Karen was already handing you a shot. Sambuca! The worst!

When your sambuca disgust face twitching stopped you followed the girls outside. The sun was low in the sky, ready to pass the illumination baton on to the tall lamps dotted around the pool. The swimming pools lights were already glistening below the calm blue as perfect yellowy ovals. The calm blue was disturbed by a couple of splodges of green, white and pink; an inflatable dinosaur and unicorn ring were happily bobbing on the surface. Untouched, for now at least. You didn’t need to scan the mass of smart casually dressed people around the pool for long until Hobi’s laugh pierced through the music yanking your gaze to where your legs were now taking you.

Of course, it was right next to the music deck. Underneath the permanent veranda. ….. had moved his music deck outside, as far as you could tell there was no one actually manning so the music must be from the speakers with just the option to mix. You clapped eyes with Tae, a grin and an amused shake of your head greeted him. He chuckled, Yoongi’s hand captured firmly under his arms. You shushed him. You wanted to enjoy every miniscule reaction up close. Yoongi was naturally trying to pull away from affection to find solace in the chairs in front of him. When you were easily within range Tae let go stepping behind for you to come darting behind Yoongi wrapping your arms around him.

“Seriously, I swear to god I will end you!” Yoongi warned, blind to the more feminine hands at his waist. The other boy’s mouths dropped which hastily got covered to shield their amusement.

“Rude!”

His body stiffened before fighting in your grip to turn and face you

“Babe.. I’m so sorry I thought you were Tae” You kept your face straight for as long as you could to enjoy the panic washing over Yoongi’s face. It was a mere and feeble few seconds before you erupted into a giggle. You could feel eyes migrate onto you; as much as you were amongst your own industry and there were no paparazzi the two of you were still pretty big news.

“Hey” the saccharine low voice melted into you like butter on a hot crumpet.

“Hey” you replied, his hands dropped to envelope yours into a squeeze. His lips were screaming to you, begging for yours to comfort them but you were not a huge PDA fan. Yoongi who seemed more than happy using you as an excuse to go sit down and out of the zone of dancing Tae; who’d now moved onto Jin who was much more pliant.

“You look nice” Yoongi spoke plainly clambering through the glasses on the table until he reached his wine.

“I look nice?” You mocked teasingly

“You haven’t seen me for a week and you just say I look nice?” you goaded further. His eyes rolled, smile twitching at his lips.

“God! you’re sooo demanding what do you want me to say?” he whined sparkle glinting in his eyes.

“I missed you, can’t wait to have what nice clothes you are wearing on the bedroom floor while I fuck you until your begging me to stop”

The remainder of your mouthful of drink sprayed onto the stone, darkening Infront of you. Your glance quickly scanning your immediate surroundings for potential heard ears. Your core clenching around your toy. The dampness of your underwear becoming mildly uncomfortable.

Did he just?...out loud? Where has my shy Yoongles gone

“Well… I mean that’s certainly more… interesting”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, not bad, if it was me though I probably woulda said… missed you can’t wait to have my mouth round your cock drinking down your cum”

“Ooof touché. Now no more otherwise you’ll start giving me…issues. Where’s Sophie and Karen disappeared off to?”

“Well we wouldn’t want that would we” pecking him on the cheek.

“No doubt to get me more shots to catch up, has Lee played your track yet?”

“Not yet he’ll, he’s got my memory stick”

“You trusted him with the password? Bitch you don’t even give that to me!” you whined.

“Damn right I don’t last time I did you put our private videos on there, I don’t need that kind of distraction when I’m at work”

“Not my fault you have no restraint”

You were right. Sophie and Karen had fought their way back over to you each with two glasses in their hands. Jaegerbombs.

“The hot tubs freee and has our name on it…” You’d packed your bikini in your overnight just for this. You wrote some of your favourite tracks from your last album in that hot tub.

“You saw Lee wave at Yoongi flagging him over

“You guys go I’ll be like 5 mins, got to hear what my boys made”

“Babe, you’ll hear it wherever you are, you go I’ll catch you in a bit” The kiss to your forehead signalling finality

“Fine!” you huffed squeezing his hand off your waist

“Sure it’s not just because you want me in a bikini quicker?” you teased out loud.

“You flatter yourself way too much” He countered acting disinterested; the glint of insincerity clear as day through his eyes. The hand he’d refused to let go now slid from his grasp.

The appeal of the hot tub was it was embedded into the floor. You stepped down into the shimmering warmth. A square area immediately around the circular pool the floor matched that you’d find in a sauna. You’d be on your knees on the seat of the tub, relaxing undulation of bubbles swarming your skin while you’d be writing lyrics on the wood, elbows growing sore with how fast your ideas were flowing out. The biggest appeal was the one-way glass, you could see the pool and if the patio pool area was free of swarms of people you had an aesthetic view of the skyline. The blanket of lights from the sea of buildings of Seoul.

The flow of water was circling and bubbling away, diffusing weakly into your tired muscles. The condensation had made the room soothingly stuffy and warm. The one-sided glass leaving the three of you in a tranquil heat filled space. You’d initially packed an overnight bag as you weren’t sure if you’d be staying at Yoongi’s or yours. You’d packed a few… extra things for Yoongi which you made sure were coated underneath the pyjamas.

The music filtered through the speakers in the top corner of the room, your ears alert for Yoongi’s new music that he’d refused to share with you. You’d tried every legal blackmail your mind could possible to torture Yoongi. When it came to music you’d very quickly learned he was as stubborn and private as you. You’d only hear it when he was happy for everyone to hear it; the only way you’d hear something before was if you were actually collaborating.

“Don’t you think Kihyun is looking damn good tonight” Karen cooed.

“You’d eat that boy alive” you chuckled

“How do you know I haven’t already?” she challenged from the side of the hot tub, the thin waves of steam failing to cover her deceptive smirk.

“Oh come on! you know Wonho would have told me” triumph filled the air. The three of you shared amusement

“You still talk to him then?”

“Not as much, but we’re still close”

“Well that’s hardly surprising most of your messages were absolute filth.”

“Well, there is that” you laughed, Sophie blunt as always.

“Anyway cheers girls, you bitches are the best” Glasses klinked, the beat of a song you’d never heard before started seeping into the room

“Oooh this must be it” you buzzed, the lower tones and bars of music ringing true of Agust D.

Your heart thumped to the bottom of your stomach, lead weighted. Blood plummeting southwards leaving your face drained. The sounds reaching your ears unbelievable.

“Well that’s erm different” Both girls eyes on you to gauge your reaction, you’d not moved. Face frozen eyes stuck wide.

“Wait…that’s not you…is it?” Your stiff expression face obviously confirming. The whole intro of the song he’d mixed in was the unmistakeable sounds of your moans. You completely blocked out anything when the lyrics started.

“I’m going to kill that asshole” Your shock morphing into pure anger out of embarrassment and self-preservation from m completely falling into tears.

“That’s a fucking dick move, he didn’t even ask?” mouth falling into a O.

“Would I want to hurt him if he did? I mean Jesus how could he, that’s so humiliating”

“He’s an artist right, you guys get soundbites from everywhere, people won’t even think it’s you. No one would expect Yoongi to do something like that. And it’s remixed pretty good, it’s pretty sexy actually”

“Don’t you even dare support this”

“I’m just saying” Karen shooting to defensive mood

“And anyway, that’s beside the point! How could he do that to me”

He is going to learn the full meaning of in dog house back home and he’d be a fool if he didn’t know that already.

When the songs was at its end the crept open. As soon as you saw his face you made sure you gave him daggers, right now you hoped they were primed and sharp. His hesitant movement into the room, sheepish aware of the wolf’s den he knew he was sacrificing himself to. Swim shorts over his shoulder.

“We’ll just go” Karen elbowing Sophie.

//

“What the actual fuck Yoongi! Your joking if you think you’re getting in” you seethed. He took a small step forward but no further. The barrier of your blood boiling giving him no choice but to choose wisely and come no closer.

“I’m…sorry, it was a complete accident, please let me explain” He rushed.

“An accident?” you scoffed.

“You don’t make a whole fucking song by accident, I don’t even wanna hear it. Do you know how embarrassing that was?” His head drooped low, eyes regretful looking up desperate at you.

“No one knows it’s you…I”

“You don’t know that! That’s besides the bloody point, you used something private without even asking for permission” He slumped himself down on the wooden bench that ran along half the room.

“I know I’m sorry, it wasn’t meant to be played”

“Oh the song you’d made that Lee Asked if you could play at his party you mean?” you snapped.

“I made two versions!” his voice never even raised but it strongly spoken.

“I thought I’d removed that one off the memory stick, he obviously played the wrong one” You churned the fact that actually he’d never meant the song to be heard through the grinder of your thoughts.

“Please forgive me I never meant to…” he pleaded

Fine!

“You know what fine! If you didn’t play it on purpose… just get out I’m too angry, I need to cool off” he stood without a word of contest. He knew by now how hot blooded you were. Eyes never leaving the floor, the now wounded sheep made his way towards the door. His face wringing the anger from your body as quick as it had flared. Leaving you empty with just guilt for company.

“Yoongi wait”

“Want to make it up to me?” He recognised your tone, he recognised the devilish smirk slowly creeping across your face.

“I’ll do anything you want” Instant submission.

Good boy

“Well that’s exactly what I want, lock the door, get changed and come in”

He joined you in simple black swim shorts, his V-lines more prominent than the last time you saw him. As soon as he settled you straddled his lap. A spring recoiling in his arms looping round your waist to hold your hips. He shouldn’t get to touch you, you wanted to pin them but you’d missed his touch too much to argue with yourself. You let it be, for now.

“You need to stop working out” You delayed his reply

“Wh..y” you went onto his lips, hard; catching his bottom lip between his teeth with just a much force. You heard the soundless exhale, a soft breeze from his lips. The growl was stuck in his throat but your hand felt it where it was resting loose on his throat.

“You can’t be hotter than me. Now are you ready to be a good boy and do exactly as I say?” his amused smile switched to an open mouth whine; dragging his hair back in a short tug.

“Well that’s impossible and yes I am yours to use” to hear those words roll off his lips was just…

“Sit up on the side I can’t have you make me cum with all this water” You clambered off him to resume the same position.

“I’ve missed those hands and I know how much you like to use them but to make it more of a punishment I won’t be moaning for you or calling your name” Your ability to do this was partially his fault, when you’d stay at the dorm with the others Yoongi actually wanted to keep things quiet from his brothers. You would always make sure you’d seduce the fuck out of him so he couldn’t refuse. You’d test how quiet he could be and he did the same. So in short it was actually mostly your fault.

You pulled at the bow at the back of your neck, the top flawless in the way it fell from your skin. You held it up biting your lip letting it fall from your hand. Yoongi pulled at the tie just below your hip, bottom lip also disappearing becoming victim of a bite. The lustful coffee swirls of his eyes focused on yours waiting for approval before he removed it from your glistening skin.

The grip of your hands tightening on his shoulders, his hand dipping, tracing his fingers from your neck down, your chest rising under his touch, through the valley of your breasts. His palms flipping up when they reached between your thighs. Pursing the heavy breath through your lips, dissipating the moan in your throat. Both your foreheads pressing together eyes challenging each other in a battle of unbridled lust. Throwing your white flag back with your head when his finger pressed to the front of core, too quickly finding the precious velvet wall. The double hit being in this position his palm was also pressed against your even more precious bundle of nerves. Your neck quickly succumbed to a wave of open-mouthed wet kisses; each igniting a different line of nerves rerouting them between your thighs. Your chest pressed to him your back arched in a perfect crescent. He tilted you back slightly leaning further to you. His fingers could go that much deeper. His palm pressed to your clit with just more pressure. Before your head buried in his neck the unknowing hustle of the people received such an arrogant devilish smirk before a harsh thrust of his hand had you clamping down on his shoulders. He was trying to make you lose your own game. All your moans you made sure were caught in your throat.

“Fuck this is infuriating without you moaning” Yoongi breathed in your ear. His fingers pumping harder.

You could support less and less of your own weight; you became heavier in his hand and lap. He knew he had you.

You fell completely apart, your legs tensed so hard convulsing around his thighs. His fingers still pressed hard to the front of your walls; palm still snug on your clit. He hooked his finger harder inside you, the next pulse of your muscles with the pressure of his fingers right there caused something deeper to release

Your cry flooded past your lips, the moan and expletives loud and breathless in Yoongi’s ear. If his shorts weren’t wet from the hot tub, they’d definitely be soaked with you.

“Did you just?” he asked through heavy exhale, smugness caked on his face.

“I did just”

“That was…so fucking sexy”

“Great punishment” he toyed like a brat.

“Oh babe I’m not done” The glint in your eyes made sure he knew. You tugged his hair dragging his head so your mouth was next to his ear

“I’m going to fuck you from behind while you look out at everyone. I want you think how much of a good boy you are”

“What? You can’t?” you’d already got yourself out of the hot tub.

“And why not?” You challenged, fully prepared for his response.

“Don’t you need…”

Yes I do you thought to yourself holding the harness in your hand

“You brought that to a house party?” the wideness of his eyes briefly sheltered the mischievous creases that built in the corners of his lips.

“Well I was hoping I’d be coming to stay at yours”

“But seriously…here?” he still challenged

“Oh so you don’t mind making me squirt like that, but fucking you is a bit too far?”

You butted in before the guy had a chance to respond

“Now stop being a brat, I want those off and you bent over the side of the tub” The lack of smile and piercing eyes dissuaded any more backchat.

The gold metal buckle lightly pinched the skin at your hip as you stepped into the pool. Yoongi’s head already resting on his arms. He exhaled through his teeth, your hand gently reached around and wrapped at the base of his cock.

“Are you so hard it hurts yet?”

“Getting there” he admitted, the colour fading back into his knuckles when you let him go

“Well you’re not going to cum from this” you warned.

“That’s never not happened” The complaint coming through a low echo with his head weighted on his hands

“You’ve been doing sooo much better. You’re just going to try extra hard for me today. Promise I won’t make it too difficult”

“If you do then you’ll just have to go without making me cum for a month. And you know I’ll make you watch when I do it myself”

“Ready?” hand slick with raspberry lube stroking the thin purple silicone shaft.

“What do you say?”

“I’m sorry for playing that song…ugh!” If he was going to say anymore, he didn’t with you teasing

“Thank you, now ask for it. Ask for your punishment like a good boy” His head took a quick glance up soaking up the view. He couldn’t deny it had definitely become quite a kink. The danger and the audacity of it just ruffled his feathers in all the right ways.

You deemed the silence too long. Fingers skipping up his spine, twizzling in his hair. Sharp tug.

“Ugh!”

“I’m waiting”

“Fuck me…please… I won’t cum…I don’t deserve it” His words hitting you like honey, sweetening right in between your thighs

“God, you drive me crazy when ..” Your leg propped up, hand resting at the base of his neck. Another hand tight on the masterpiece of his ass.”

His head dropping, groans deep in his throat. Hips slow pressing into him.

“Head up, look straight” Knocking your hips in a jolt against him

“I want you looking at all those people while I fuck you”

“Do you think they’ll be surprised to know how much you love it when I have you from behind” You leaned as far forward as you could, slithering your words at the top of his spine. Feeding into his love for you dirty mouth.

He was attempting to choke his moans away, half conscious of the open space of the room. He was struggling to hold himself together. When he’d whine a certain way, you knew he was close so you’d stop and give him a moment to control himself. You weren’t feeling cruel enough to actively try and make him fail.

Your hips had slowed now, and the long drawn tortured moans you were rewarded with. Oof. You could have quite easily stopped and wrapped the mouth he loved so much around his cock and given him the release he so desperately needed. You didn’t.

“I…can’t…anymore” he panted, exhausted. You still inside him pushing your hips to meet his ass once more

“Say please”

“Fuck please!” he cried. The desperation calling your punishment satisfactory. The top half of his body collapsed onto his arms. A beautiful panting mess of your own creation.

“Now I’m so hard it hurts” he breathed, muffled. Buckles undone, harness carried to the bag. Satiated smirk solid on your lips. You made no attempt to hide it when you re-joined him back in the tub. He shuffled round and slid fluidly onto the seat. The creases around his eyes glistening with tears. You swept them away with a gentle swipe of your thumb.

“Such a beautiful boy. Such a mess for me”

“I’ve been good, please…let me cum…Babyyy” Oh god the whine was sounded so perfectly with need and beauty. You were actually impressed he managed it. He’d normally come undone pretty quick.

“Fine, you can cum but… you have to tell me, and you only get my hand” His hands excitedly grabbing your hips as you sat on his lap; gasping when you most definitely on purpose guided his cock through you as you lowered yourself.

He really was desperate.

He breathed a curse as your thumb rolled over his tip. Eyes automatically firing warnings your way. Inhaling your bottom lip between your teeth, the evil smirk responding. You are still in control and you are not done.

Back arched into his chest, hand spread at the base of his neck. Lips dangerous, finding that spot he loves you to clamp down on.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long” he breathed already flushed trying to contain himself. The small bulge of his adams apple bobbed underneath your lips, his legs stiffened in between yours. You kept your hand movements slow and deliberate. Wanting to drag each long groan past his lips that you could.

“Is that nice baby?” Asking the obvious you knew but you wanted to hear it.

“Mmm so…” his words choked as your hand worked faster. His fingers locked tighter onto the outside of your thighs, head dropping back mouth agape stuttered soundless whimpers. Your hand constricting the side of his throat coaxing him to just topple off the edge.

“I’m going to…” Your hand abandoning his cock before his hips started spluttering. Even though you still had pressure on that beautiful milky throat of his. The sweet exasperated groan and breathy curses tweaked the sides of your lips up. His tortured pupils looking so feebly at you, devastated you’d just ruined his climax that he was gagging for. The water settling around you, your arm dragging droplets round his scapula, rolling down his chest perfect little drops.

Wet hands toying with the bottom of his hair line.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that” his chest still rising and falling in rapid undulations beneath you.

“And you know you can’t get enough of it” you countered pressing an adoring kiss on his plump lips.

“Babe you seriously gotta stop trying to leave me like this” it was a weak tired plea more than being a brat so you forgave him. If you ruined him just right, he’d stay hard; giving you plenty of extra play time. You retrieved your bikini halves from where they were shamelessly dropped.  Facing the gap in the wall towards the changing area wringing out your hair; your ass a full spectacle to him to enjoy.

“Well I won’t because we’re not finished and you’re going to come and fuck me against the wall”

Taking long strides you walked towards the exit of the lounge, heels clicking against the marble floor. “Do I have anything else on my schedule, Secretary Shin?”

“No, that is all for today, Miss Y/L/N.” The voice came from behind you as she followed you to the exit, holding the door for you.

A satisfied smile crept up, hearing the response. “You may go rest now, I’ll drive myself home.”

“Are you sure, Miss Y/L/N? I’ll drive you back.” She stubbornly suggested.

A tired sigh came from you, “I’m sure, go and rest.” You were determined to get back to your penthouse as soon as possible, and that wouldn’t be possible with your secretary around. Sure she was very reliable, however she drove like a snail and was overly cautious, given her older age. Your secretary followed you up to your car before standing there, thinking for a moment. She eventually gave in, given how tired she also was from the meeting.

As soon as you sat down and clicked your seatbelt, you heard your phone go off in your bag. You took it out and the screen lit up.

[17:43] Babyboy: When are you coming back? I miss you sooooo much :(

The text automatically played in your head with his baritone voice, which elicited a joyful smile from your lips. Quickly, you sent a reply to let him know you were on your way back. You knew how needy he was, and it wasn’t fair that you promised him to be back by three but that obviously didn’t happen, Without the chance to lock your phone, three grey dots appeared on the screen.

[17:45] Babyboy: Drive safely! See you soon <3

With a soft sigh, you put your phone back in your bag before starting the engine. It roared loudly to life as you took off, startling some people on the street. If you weren’t the person who you were, you probably wouldn’t be driving so recklessly like a madman. But with money came power, and you definitely abused both to get what you wanted. It wasn’t long until you got back to your place with the speed you were driving at. Although your baby boy had told you to drive safely, you knew what you were doing, after all those high performance driving lessons in Dubai did help. Your apartment complex was soon in sight, a man stood at the pavement waiting. When you got out of your car, you handed your car keys to him, the valet, before heading towards the doors. The building was impressive, a tall skyscraper with lights that shone on it as if it were an artefact in a museum. The doorman of your apartment complex bowed and opened the door as soon as you were in sight, sauntering into the colossal lobby with concierge. The ride in the elevator felt longer than usual, maybe because today was a long day and you were missing your baby boy. As the elevator took it’s time going up to the 62nd floor, which was the top, you remembered events of today at work. The usual greetings from employees, paperwork in your office, a visit to your father’s office for lunch, or rather a small business meeting, and the signing of the contract with Hyundai. It was suffocating, the way you had to behave around businessmen and workers. Your penthouse was a place where you could relax and take off that disgusting facade. In comparison to what the media says about your sophisticated lifestyle, you really would just like to watch trashy TV mindlessly in your pyjamas and binge eat. “Floor 62, the doors are opening.” The elevators cold robotic voice broke you from your thoughts, doors opening to reveal a corridor with only one door. The corridor was decorated with shiny white marble floors, minimalistic pots of plants on the side. You stopped in front of your door, entering the passcode before hearing a series of beeps, the latch unlocking and the door sprung open. The waft of bergamot, acai berries and amber came to your nose as you felt the warmth wrap around you, welcoming you back. Stepping inside, you stopped to take off your Valentino heels, putting them neatly next to a pair of Gucci leather loafers.

“I’m home, Taehyung.” You called out to the spacious penthouse, which was huge and clearly too big for you, it always gave you a sense of loneliness. Walking past the open kitchen which looked like it just came out of a interior catalogue, you reached the living room. What greeted you was the night lights of Seoul through the huge glass windows which were ceiling to floor height. The view here was beautiful, every night you could look out into the city and admire the sight, however you knew there was a better sight in your penthouse. Even though you call this place home, it never felt lived in to you. It always looked like it came out of an interior catalogue,  the interior is minimalistic and expensive to your taste. However that didn’t matter. It was because of who lived here with you in secrecy. He made you feel like you were truly at home.

After not seeing a sign of him, you walked towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. It was strangely quiet and Taehyung didn’t reply to you. Usually he would pounce on you as soon as you got home, but he was nowhere to be seen. Guessing that he was in the master bedroom, you walked towards the room whilst sipping on water.

“Welcome home, mommy.” Taehyung greeted you only clad in his boxers on the bed with Baobab candles lit around it. What an expensive babe. One candle would cost £92 already, and he had several. Of course he’d know how to spend your money.

Suddenly the water went down the wrong pipe and you choked, patting your chest violently. Taehyung immediately shot up from where he was sat to rush to your side and help you. Sure you were used to seeing him in his boxers, but you didn’t expect this as soon as you got home. It was like some corny rom-com movie.

“I’m sorry mommy, did I surprise you?” He rubbed your back gently, trying to comfort you.

Looking up to Taehyung’s little pouty face, “It’s okay baby boy, mommy’s okay. I just didn’t expect this when I got home.”, you stroked his cheek with your thumb before putting your bottle on the nightstand.

“You seemed to be having a rough day from your texts, so I thought I would be a good boy and wait for you.”

Awww, could you ever ask for a sweeter angel than him? “You’re such a good boy you know that? Mommy needs to spoil you.”

His eyes lit up with your praise with the mention of spoiling him. He always got so excited when you say you would spoil him, because that either would be buying him expensive gifts or giving him the play time that he wanted. Now, if you didn’t find him that night at the art exhibition, what would he be doing now? Pleased with his reaction, you ran your hands along his biceps before pushing him gently onto the king sized bed.

“Be a good boy and wait for me, okay?”

He nodded back eagerly and sat on the edge of the bed, watching you with intent as you walked towards the open closet, his favourite place. After all, the closet had his treasured collection of design brand clothes you would spoil him with, and not to mention, his toys. You clicked a passcode into the drawer which opened slowly, revealing the daring contents. Blindfolds, restraints, clamps, collars, toys, you had it all. Who would’ve known that the pristine CEO of Lee Corporations would have such items in her closet. Scanning through the vast amount of items you had, you picked up a silk blindfold and ribbon, along with a pink toy. Taking your time, you walked back to the bed with the toys behind your hand, purposely hiding it from the small puppy waiting for you. You saw his nervousness in his eyes and the huge gulp he took. He wasn’t scared or anything, he was just excited and nervous for which toy you would bring out this time. It was always a surprise for him and that made his erection in his boxer harder as it twitched.

“Go sit in the middle of the bed sweetheart.” Your voice came out more eager than you wanted it to sound.

Being the good boy he was, he did as he was told immediately, trembling with excitement and arousal. You dipped your knee onto the bed and got closer to him as you put the toys on the side, which grabbed his attention immediately. He felt a shiver of pleasure up his spine once he laid his eyes on the toys. You took the black silk blindfold and put it over his doe and innocent eyes, his breath hitched as you did. His other senses immediately heightened at the lack of vision.

“Put your hands together towards me baby.” You commanded him as you reached for the silk tie. He followed your instructions, putting his hands together, waiting for you patiently. You wrapped it around his wrists, tightening it, which generated a whimper from him. Beginning to tease him, you traced your long cold fingers against his chest down to his stomach before stopped right above his throbbing cock. He whined at the loss of contact when you let go.

“M-mommy please touch me.” He begged, squirming under you.

God, he was so fucking beautiful like this.

“Shhh baby boy, be good and wait patiently.”

He pursed his lips together, obeying you whilst he waited what seemed like eternity. You got off the bed and reached down to pick up one of the candles before you returned to him.

“Remember your safeword, baby boy?”

“Gucci.”

“Good boy. I’m going to drip the candle wax on you okay? Remember to tell me if you can’t handle it.”

With the thought of the hot sensation that would touch his skin, he shivered with excitement and impatience before nodding eagerly. “Yes mommy.” You took that as a sign and slowly tipped the candle on its side, letting the wax slowly drip. The sudden contact on his abdomen elicited a hiss of pleasure from Taehyung, the wax hardening slightly and taking the appearance of cum. He hadn’t shown any sign of resistance so you continued to drip it as you moved closer to his chest, his breathing became heavier under you. The sounds of him moaning was like music to you, it got you all wet, your panties were starting to stick against your hot core, making it uncomfortable. You rubbed the areas where the wax had landed before you took a plastic card (read: sex store card) from the nightstand to scrape it off. Opening the drawer, you took out a small bottle of olive oil to rub off the remaining residue. Usually people would have that in the kitchen but yours was in your bedroom for this purpose only.

After clearing up the wax, you reached for the cold metal cock ring on the side. When you pulled the waistband of his boxers down, his aching red cock slapped against his stomach. The tip was leaking and swollen with extreme need of relief. You slipped the cold metal cock ring to the base of his aching erection, gaining a muffled hiss. How long was he like this to be in this state? The slight sensation of your hand over the tip already had him whimpering, begging for more. You knew he was trying his best to be patient for you, he wanted to be a good boy and make his mommy proud. Spreading his oozing precum around the tip and down the shaft of his cock to get him ready, he tried to thrust harder into your hold. A frown immediately replaced your pleased expression which had you withdrawing your touch. The sudden loss of your hand made him whine, tears swelling up at the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall on his rosy cheeks.

“No no, that’s a bad boy.” You shook your head, even though he wouldn’t be able to see it. “Mommy told you to wait patiently and look at what you’ve done.”

“P-please mommy! I’m sorry… I didn’t mean it, you just felt so good, I couldn’t help myself.”

“Bad boys don’t deserve to cum, you know that right?”

“Mommy please, I’m really sorry. I’ll be a good boy I promise.”

His submission brought a smirk on your face before you reached for the pink fleshlight on the side. Without warning, you slid it onto his standing cock before giving it a few pumps. “Bad boys also don’t deserve to feel my pussy around them.” He groaned at the sensation and his fists clenched tightly, making his knuckles white. “You don’t deserve to feel the real thing after what you’ve done.” Speeding up and pumping quicker than before, he started squirming under your ministrations. It was a sign that he was close as his breath was getting heavier and moans getting louder. You immediately took the fleshlight off his cock and put it to the side. The abrupt loss of tightness had him suck in a sharp breath.

“Please let me cum mommy, I’m so close.” His voice was unstable and he sounded like a wreck.

“Remember what mommy said, bad boys don’t deserve to cum.”

He was desperate and on edge right now. You reached over to get the lube and you warmed it up in your hands before you reached over to his tight little rim. Gliding your finger over it, you teased him slightly before slowly inserting one finger. It clenched around you tightly as you slowly moved. He moaned at the sensation. “Relax baby boy,” you cooed, inserting a second finger.

Pumping your fingers at a steady pace, you started scissoring him, prepping him ready. Adding more lube along with your third finger, you thrusted him harsher. The sight of him being such a hot mess under your hands had you grinding your legs together, hoping to get some relief from the friction. Wrapping your hands around his twitching cock, you started pumping him, giving him the attention that was needed. With your thumb, you slid it over the tip, smearing the precum down the shaft, using it as lubricant. You arched your skilled fingers at an angle, which reached his prostate, creating a loud groan from him as he clenched around you tightly.

“Since you were such a good boy, mommy will let you cum.”

You mercifully took the cock ring off his length before returning to stroke him quickly as you thrusted at his prostate. He suddenly tensed under your hands, clenching tightly before spurts of hot white cum shot, landing on his stomach and chest.

Scooping up some of his cum, you brought it to his lips and prodded it. “Here’s your reward for being a good boy.” His mouth opened widely to accept your fingers. He swirled his tongue around your digits, licking it all clean.

“T-thank you, mommy.”

You reached behind his sweat-matted hair to take off his blindfold, only to be greeted by his fucked out expression. Following the removal of his blindfolds, you released his arms from the confinement before you kissed his wrists, which were now slightly red from all the movement. Sliding to the end of the bed, you got up.

“Where are you going mommy?” He asked as he looked up to you with puppy eyes.

“The bathroom, I’ll be back in a second sweetheart.”

You came with a warm damp towel, wiping his chest and stomach before dropping it into the laundry basket.

“What about you, mommy? I still haven’t been able to comfort you.” The tone was slightly whiny.

Bringing back his Gucci pyjamas and a new pair of boxers, you placed it down next to him on the bed. “Mommy’s fine today, you can do that next time. I hope you enjoyed play time today.” You kissed him chastely on his cheek before smoothing out his sticky hair from his forehead.

Your neck craned around the corner, hands on the edge of the door. You looked at one last time before walking towards your office. Not bothering to switch the light on, you took a seat in your black leather chair and started up your computer. However, you were distracted and couldn’t get any work done. Who knew you would be a sugar mommy to someone? You certainly didn’t think this would happen when you first met Taehyung.

It was a year ago when you attended an impressionism art exhibition in Seoul. This was something that your mother had told to you attend. However you weren’t interested. You never understood the meaning of art because it was all the same to you. But you sure didn’t regret going when you saw this bright and perky boy who had stars in his eyes as he gazed at the paintings on display. He piqued your interest, which resulted you starting a conversation with a complete stranger.

“What’s so special about this painting that you’re so amazed by it?” You asked the boy, who turned towards you with a confused expression, which turned into a warm smile.

“Art is amazing you know? Every stroke of paint that has been put on this could be a mistake or a correction, since they couldn’t erase things like we can now. Paintings are so different compared to digital work that is so common nowadays. The modern world is such a perfectionist, we erase all mistakes unlike the olden days, where they worked with what they could.” His voice came out deeper than you expected but it was comforting.

This wasn’t something someone his age would say.

“You’re interesting. I like your opinion. Are you an art student?”

“Nope, but I love art. I study Fashion Design at Sungkyunkwan University so I guess it’s similar in a way?”

Your eyebrow arched at his response and you were intrigued by him. “Would you like to have a drink with me? I really like you and I’d like to get to know you better.”

He nodded and then followed you, when you lead him to the VIP bar, much to his surprise.

“So tell me, what are your dreams? To become a fashion designer?” You started the conversation as you sat down on a bar stool, waving the bartender over.

“I guess so. I just can’t stop sketching away when it comes to clothes. The clothes really do make the person.”

“Got any of your work you can show me?” You wanted to see what his beautiful mind would have created.

He pulled out his phone and loaded his digital portfolio before handing it over to you. You glanced through his work and designs. To say that he was an aspiring designer was an underestimation. He would’ve made it really big if he materialised it. The dresses, coats, suits and various accessories that were sketched showed so much potential. If you didn’t know this was a students portfolio, you would’ve mistaken it for a huge brand name out there.

“Why haven’t you started making these clothes yet? They’re amazing and I think you would be successful if you did.” You questioned him with genuine curiosity.

“My parents don’t support the idea of me becoming a fashion designer. They think it’s worthless and not a stable job that will bring in income.” His voice was dejected, like a puppy that wasn’t taken for a walk.

“Ah, so you’re from a conservative family?”

He only nodded back at you as he took his whiskey, neat.

“It seems like you have other troubles, too?”

He stared back at you and hesitated a bit before opening his mouth. “They’ve stopped supporting me financially a few months ago. Not to mention, I’m struggling to keep this whole thing going with my part time job at a studio. It doesn’t pay very much, you see. Well, not enough to pay for the stuff I do.” He stopped and took a sip. “I’m thinking of dropping out and stopping this altogether.”

You frowned at his response. “I think that would be a huge waste on your talent.”

He turned towards you and smiled bitterly. “I think so too, haha.”

“How about I make a proposition?”

He perked up at your question before looking confused.

“I will support you financially until you achieve your dream. How does that sound? Maybe something like an investor?”

He had shock written all over his face before he stuttered. “W-what do you mean support me financially? You’re probably around my age right? Are you joking?”

“Probably. But I’m more financially stable than you think I am.” You stood up from your seat before taking a minimalistic black business card out of your handbag.

“How about you think about this and consider it before you give me a call?” You handed over your card to him.

He looked at it and covered his mouth in shock.

Lee Y/N Lee Corporations CEO 0000 981981

“What's the meaning of this?” Yoongi asked in a monotone voice as he came into your studio. Your fingers that were dancing skilfully over your keyboard came to a stop as soon as he uttered those words. “That,” you started after you turned around on your chair, eyeing the object he was holding on his hands, “is a rectangular container that you were not supposed to open until Christmas,” you replied sardonically. “I mean, the contents inside the box,” he deadpanned as he pulled two small objects out of the magenta package. “Those seem to be fluffy, black cat ears,” you said with a straight face. “Don't fuck with me,” he groaned. “Is this my Christmas present from you?” A small, airy chuckle left his lips. “Is this your twisted way of telling me you want to be my pet?” He smirked smugly. “Your pet?” You snorted. “Those are not for me, those are for you,” you quickly added. “Oh? You want me to be your pet? I gotta admit, I didn't know you were into this kind of things,” he smirked teasingly. “I don’t know why you're so surprised. It was bound to happen, baby.” You gave him a half smile, raising your eyebrows. He rolled his eyes at you. “Well, I have no problem wearing these,” he said, holding out the pair of cat ears. “But this? What the fuck is this?” He asked —even though he already knew the answer— as he pulled out what seemed to be a fluffy black tail. “A fluffy, black tail buttplug that matches the cat ears. That is supposed to be your kitten tail. You have to stick it up your—” “I know where this goes,” he interrupted you, “I'm not wearing it,” he stated. “Oh, but you are,” you retorted. “No, I'm not.” He scowled. “Yes, you are.” You smiled at him. “It’s not like you haven’t worn a buttplug before.” “Hell naw, I am not wearing this fluffy shit and that's a final,” he yelled as he walked out of your studio, slamming the door on his way out. You resumed your work with a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. “We'll see about that, lil meow meow.” You chuckled softly to yourself.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “remind me why did I agree to wear this?” Yoongi on your shared mattress on his hands and knees, bare ass sticking up in the air. A cock ring was tightly wrapped around his dick and balls. “Because I neglected you for a whole week, forbidding you to play with yourself, which leads us to where we are, now,” you stated as you added a second lube-coated finger inside his puckered hole. “I edged you for about forty minutes until you cave in and now I’m prepping this fine ass.” You stated, grinning and squeezing his asscheek with your free hand. Yoongi stifled a moan and clenched around your fingers as you grazed his prostate while stretching his tight hole, getting it ready for the fluffy toy. “You're evil,” he whined, gritting his teeth. “And you're adorable. Those cat ears look so pretty on you. You're such a pretty little meow meow,” you complimented. “D-don’t call me that,” he whined again. “Are you talking back at me?” You quizzed in a gentle yet warning tone. He shook his head. "Fuck me,” he mumbled to himself in a low tone. “Gladly,” you smiled, “I'm wearing my strap-on, after all.” You hummed, adding a third finger inside him. “No, put that thing away from me,” he complained half-heartedly. “It's not like we haven't done that before, Yoongi,” you chuckled. “Besides, as far as I remember, you cummed really hard that time,” you said, stroking his prostate. “So don’t act as if you don’t like getting your ass fucked.” A strangled moan left his lips. “Shut up, shut up,” he groaned, his cheeks flushed pink from both the pleasure and embarrassment. “Relax, baby, you know I take good care of my pets,” you chuckled again. Yoongi turned his head to stare at you and bit his lower lip at the sight. “What’s with the Santa Claus outfit?” He grunted as you took your fingers off him once he was ready for the plug. “Isn’t it Christmas today?” You queried. “Well, yeah…” “That’s why. Now be a good kitty for Santa, will you?” “Whatever, let’s just get this over with,” he mumbled. You placed your palm on his right buttock, squeezing it before giving it a sharp spank. “Oh, please. You'll be begging for me to pound you into the mattress in no time, like last time, remember?” Yoongi hissed and mewled at the stinging feeling on his rear. “Now stop talking back and behave, will you?” “Yes, Santa. I’m sorry,” he apologised, flustered. “If you’re a nice boy, I’ll reward you,” you promised, easing the buttplug inside of him. He buried his face into the pillow to muffle his moans as the plug stretched him out a bit more than your fingers were able to. “Now, you do look like a true kitty,” you stated proudly, “Wiggle that cute ass for Santa, yeah?” “Just touch me already,” he demanded, whimpering. You did not reply so he quickly added: “Please?” “Please, what?” You urged. “Please... Santa,” he muttered, shyly. “Do as I say and I might do what you want me to do,” you said in a sing-song voice. “Come on, now, wiggle this precious booty.” You patted his buttocks gently. “And don’t forget to act like the adorable kitten you are,” you purred. Yoongi did as you said, shaking his butt from one side to the other. The fluffy tail jiggled and the plug slightly grazed his prostate with each movement of his hips. You bit your lip at the sight and released a breath of satisfaction. “What a pretty kitty, you are.” You praised. “Please, please touch me, Santa,” he begged in a whiney voice before meowing cutely. You instructed him to lie on his back while you fetched the small bottle of lube on the mattress and coated your hand with it. Yoongi’s hands were resting on either side of his body and his legs were slightly spread apart as his cock stood up proudly. You wrapped your fingers around his member and rubbed him slowly up and down, twisting your wrist when you got to its tip. He was really close to his release and you knew it, so you decided to tease him a little bit more. Using your other hand, you massage his balls ever so gently, making him purr in pleasure as you picked up the pace of the hand working on his shaft. His breathing became more laboured as the seconds passed by, legs trembling with each pump of your hand. However, when you felt his cock twitching, you halted your movements. He whimpered and complained in response. You applied a little bit more of lube on your hand and grabbed his throbbing member once again. “Please, let me cum,” he pleaded. “Please, please, please.” Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. “I’ve been a good kitty,” he meowed when he finished his sentence. Without saying a word, you tightened your grip on his member and started pumping it quickly whilst giving his balls very light taps with your free hand, one of the things that drove Yoongi crazy. His grunts and low moans filled the room. Soon enough, his cock started twitching again. “Come on, kitten, cum for me,” you ordered in a low tone. “Be a good kitty and cum for Santa.” “Agh, ngh... shit,” he groaned and mewled as he released his sperm all over his stomach. His orgasmed being more intense due to the ring attached to his cock and all the edging he had endured. Some of his cum slid from his tip down to your hand that was lazily pumping his member as you helped him ride out his high. You placed your hand on his stomach and smeared the cum all over his abdomen and chest, teasing his nipples. You watched as goosebumps spread over his soft skin. He whined and squirmed when you pinched his swollen nubs. With your other hand, you tugged at the tail buttplug, eliciting a moan to escape Yoongi's lips. Then, you pulled it out all the way just to plunge it back into him. His back arched in pleasure as a high-pitch moan crawled out of his throat. “Please, please, please,” he pleaded, tears streaming down his face from the amount of pleasure you were providing him by hitting his prostate every time you pushed the plug back inside of him. “Please what, little kitten?” Yoongi turned his head to the side and pressed his lips together tightly as he stared at you with glassy eyes, hesitantly. “Beg for what you want, lil meow meow,” your purred, trusting the plug harshly into his puckered hole. He gasped loudly and sobbed. “Please, please, fuck me. Please, Santa,” his face turned crimson with embarrassment. Satisfied, you smirked before removing the buttplug from his hole. Although he whined at the lack of an object filling him up, he mewled in contentment when you stuck the dildo of your strap-on inside him, gently filling him to the brim, after coating it with a generous amount of lube. Your pace was slow as you were trying to find the perfect angle to hit right into his prostate. His body jolted, dick jiggling in the air when you finally found it. “Harder, faster,” he grunted, wrapping his legs around your waist as one of his hands found its way around his throat, gently touching it before tightening his veiny hand around it gingerly for a few seconds. Yoongi was into choking but it was something he would do to himself rather than you being the one doing it to him. And you respected that. You picked up your pace, watching as he fell apart underneath you with every thrust of your hips. “S-so good. It feels so good.” He cried out. Leaning down, you pinched one of his nipples, making him cry out in ecstasy. Then, you grabbed his cock and rubbed your thumb over its tip while keeping your fast pace. Yoongi was a moaning and sweaty mess under you. He brought the back of his free hand to his mouth and bit down hard on it, trying to muffle his noises. You swatted his hand away and pulled on his nipple harshly as punishment. He yelped and mewled as tears dampened his rosy cheeks. “I… I’m close,” he hiccuped. “Cum for me, you slutty kitty,” you rolled his nipple in between your thumb and index finger as you pounded him into the mattress. Your dirty and permissive words were all he needed to hear to blow his load as his orgasm struck him hard, once again. A string of white cum landed on his chin while the rest landed on his chest and stomach. Slowing down your pace, you continued thrusting in and out of him, making his orgasm even more intense and pleasurable. Once he came down from his euphoria, you gently pulled out of him and gathered his semen with your fingers and feed it to him. Eagerly, he licked your digits, relishing the taste of his cum. After leaning down to lick the string of cum on his chin, you captured his lips in a passionate kiss as he was still trying to regain his breath. “Fuck, that felt so good,” he panted. “T-thank you, Santa.” You took the cock ring off him and gave him a naughty smirk as you walked to the bedside table, grabbing the wet towel that was laying there. As you were cleaning him up, he took off the cat ears and ran a hand through his damped hair. When you were done, he wrapped the blankets around him, heaving a sigh in content. He watched you with a tender expression on his face as you put away everything the two of you had just used. Once you had finished, you discarded the costume on the floor and put on one of Yoongi’s shirts before climbing in bed next to. Gently, you ran the pads of your digits over his chest.“You’re such a good little kitty, Yoongi,” you praised, giving him an affectionate kiss on the side of his head. “I’m yours,” he whispered softly after turning to face you. You smiled in response before asking, “How are you feeling?” “Tired,” he confessed, rubbing his eyes with his hands. “You did excellent, baby boy.” You worshipped him, leaning in to capture his lips with yours in a loving kiss. “Did you enjoy your present?” “Very much. Thank you, Santa.” He nodded, yawning. You gave him a tender peck and stared at him for a while before whispering his name. “Hmm?” He hummed wearily. “I love you,” you flashed him a heartwarming grin, making his heart skip a beat. He covered his flushed cheeks with the blankets and mumbled, “I love you too, (y/n).” You snickered and wrapped your arms around him as he nuzzled into your chest. You stroke his hair with one of your hands until you heard soft snores coming out of his slightly parted, pouty lips. “Merry Christmas, baby boy.” Smiling to yourself, you snuggled closer to him and gave his forehead a tender peck before falling asleep next to your adorable pet.

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 I lay my cold body on top of flowing, snow-white sheets, my skin aquiver with anticipation. I’m waiting to receive my due.

 Shuddering naked between my thighs, you kneel respectfully, and with permission, you touch yourself with warm and hungry hands, eager and obedient, under my quiet gaze. You watch me, too, attentive and alert to any small gesture of displeasure. It never happens.

 You never let me starve.

 Each time you give yourself to me like this, no guile, pretensions or demands, always so willing, I start breathing and wrap myself around you and I take all of you in, all that you were, all that you are, all that you’ll ever be, lovingly, tenderly, greedily and I am sated.

 For a while, I come alive.

 ‘Please, break me!’ One of us had said, on our first meeting.