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Jungkook lets out a shaky sigh. He shouldn’t feel this nervous, he knows, it’s just Taehyung. It’s not like he was about to try something new with a stranger. Still, he can’t help but continue feeling the bubbly hotness in the pit of his stomach.
Maybe it was the excitement, he thought. It’s been a while since he and Taehyung got the chance to try something new in bed. Actually, he doesn’t think they ever tried anything new, seeing as Taehyung had always been busy with his work at the office and Jungkook, with his classes and homework.
It’s not like their sex is boring, far from it. Taehyung is so good at making Jungkook come until he’s shaking (which is usually only once… he can’t help it, he’s sensitive), so good at making him plead for more, but in the best way. It was vanilla, but damn was it good vanilla.
It’s that Jungkook has always had this craving feeling in his heart, a scratch. It’s not something he usually feels, especially not with someone he’s only had a relationship with for one year which may seem like a lot to some but it’s not enough for Jungkook to speak himself freely. Something that he’s kept quiet for so long, this needy part of him he’s wanted to let out, to allow to explore. But it’s shy, too shy to be let out this early, and yet, when it comes to Taehyung, that part of him seems to be more comfortable than usual.
Maybe it’s because Taehyung is so caring towards him. He’s unlike any of Jungkook’s other boyfriends, clearly wanting nothing more than his money or his body, so he’s realized.
The boy is sensitive and people seem to enjoy taking advantage of that, this much he knows. Taehyung doesn’t do that. He’s gentle, does just as much as he knows Jungkook can take. Doesn’t push him over without asking, doesn’t play around with him, stays inside of his comfort zone. And god does Jungkook love that.
Even the way Taehyung talks to him is gentle, soft, assuring. When the younger had first heard his voice, he was indefinitely afraid. The deepness, the raspiness. If he spoke one octave higher than his normal voice, Jungkook would probably break down crying. Luckily, the elder had caught onto that fact, now speaking to the boy in a voice that was so soft and soothing, Jungkook learned to love listening to it. Eventually, it became the thing he heard every night before bed, curling into the vibrations of light humming, head on his strong chest.
So yeah, Jungkook really liked Taehyung. Trusted him more than anyone else. And maybe that’s just the only reassurance he needed to be able to let go of the only part of him he’s been afraid to show his entire life. The same part of him that he’d pushed down his chest, only because as he was growing up, the people around him had only looked down on it. Thought of it as weak .
It was not weak, Jungkook soon realized. It was just looking to be treated right, needy, really needy. And knowing Taehyung for so long, having mind-blowing sex multiple times with him, the boy has realized just how much he wants it to finally be released.
The tough part is realizing just what it is that his needy self wants. Now, Jungkook knew that he was a submissive, had a good feeling for a long time. What he had trouble finding out was what kind of submissive he was. He’d done quite a bit of research, discovering the different kinds of submissives and the names.
Was he a bratty submissive? Absolutely not, Jungkook can not be a brat if he tried. He’s too afraid to disturb anyone, let alone annoy them. A service submissive, perhaps? He thinks about that one for a second. He knows he would love to give to Taehyung, let the man use him in any way. Serve him with pleasure.
In the end, Jungkook settled with that. If he found out he didn’t like it, he’s sure Taehyung wouldn’t hesitate to stop. The boy sighs dreamily while thinking about that, how kind and caring his boyfriend is. Fingers wrapped around his pen, circling it on his notepad with another hand under his chin.
He was supposed to be doing more research before Taehyung got home, but the thought of his lover distracted him. Now all he’s doing is imagining Taehyung. His hands all over his body, his lips, the way he groans when Jungkook clenches just right. The boy suppresses the whine building up his throat. He presses his legs together to school the heat between them but it only causes more.
Jungkook can’t wait any longer. He stands up gently, pushing his work chair back and stepping away from his table. His feet pad against the ground as he walks over to his closet, a little wearily.
The boy had bought a few new things to try out and asked Taehyung if he could keep them stored away in his closet until he was ready. Of course, the elder had agreed and packed them away safely, enough for Jungkook to not be able to see them unless he wanted to.
Something curls in his gut at the sight of the box of ropes and handcuffs. He’s not sure what kind of feeling it is. Excitement? Fear? He sighs, pulling the box out slowly. The boy guesses he should just put them on and see.
First, Jungkook gets himself ready. He pulls off his crop top, his shorts and socks, leaving himself in just his panties. Next, he pulls out the ropes. They’re not really his colour, he guesses he should’ve thought about that before buying the jet-black ropes. He pulls the handcuffs and ball-gag out right after, thinking for a moment.
When he first saw the gag, he thought it was pretty. Maybe not so pretty with his drool on it, he grimaces at the thought. Eventually, he decides to wear the ball-gag but only keeps it against his lips gently. Have it pressing between them to leave his lips wrapped around, but not so much that it’s stretching his entire mouth open. It’s the size of an acorn and doesn't look too odd, but Jungkook’s still not sure if he likes it as he looks at himself in the mirror. Maybe that’s just because Taehyung hasn’t seen it yet.
He sighs, grabbing the ropes he placed on the bed beside the handcuffs next. He sits on his mattress, sliding his legs under himself so that his calves are touching the backside of his thighs. Gently, Jungkook grabs the ropes and feels the material.
They’re a little rough against his dainty fingertips, not really what he enjoys, but perhaps that’s just because he hasn’t tried them out yet. The boy grabs each end of the ropes and wraps them around his thighs. He knows they’re meant to be wrapped around tight, so he does just that, pulling on the ends until they’re practically digging into his smooth skin.
Jungkook ignores the whimpers that leave his mouth once his legs are completely tied together and ignores the way his heart squeezes at the sight of them leaving marks. Is this how it’s supposed to feel? Like he’s trapped? He’s not sure he likes it… maybe he’s not doing it right. He was sure he wasn’t doing things right the moment he saw his pink panties clashing with the colour of the ropes. The boy sighs, eventually deciding to leave it and grab his handcuffs.
It’s a struggle trying to put them on with both your hands behind your back and legs tied together. But eventually, Jungkook succeeds. And… he’s not quite sure how he feels about them either. They’re a little uncomfortable, and not just from his hands, but he also doesn’t like how his lungs react to them, constricting every time they so much as scratch his wrists lightly.
He huffs out against the gag resting between his lips, looking around. Perhaps he should’ve texted Taehyung before getting all excited. Perhaps he should’ve told Taehyung about a lot before getting excited. The boy whimpers again, this time aware, as he searches the bedroom.
Taehyung… isn’t here. Jungkook’s all alone in his home, tied up, waiting. And his boyfriend isn’t here.
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Taehyung finally walks into the living room, a tired sigh leaving his lips. Work at the office becomes quite hectic if you decide to actually be productive . He laughs to himself. It doesn’t matter now, as long as Taehyung can come back to his beautiful boy, he has all the energy in the world.
“Kookie!” He calls out happily, expecting something back. He furrows his brows in question when he doesn’t hear a response. The elder drops his bag then, immediately pulling off his suit coat and jacket, now only in his dress shirt and pants, heading over to their bedroom.
Taehyung was definitely excited when he first heard that Jungkook wanted to try something new. He’d been waiting for this moment very patiently, ready for whatever it was his baby wanted to try.
It doesn’t matter to Taehyung what Jungkook wants, he’ll give him the world. It’s been a year of them being together, and every single day since the day he met him, Taehyung’s only fallen more and more in love.
His kind boy, nervous and insecure (for no reason, might he add, because Jungkook is nothing but perfect). Taehyung’s known for a while that Jungkook needed more than just simply having sex, and once he did, he was more than happy to give him just that.
He melted entirely when the boy stuttered with his speech, stating that he loves their current sex life, he’s just been craving something more for a while, but he still loves how they are currently. Taehyung had only replied by pressing their lips together and brushing his knuckles against the love of his life’s cheeks gently.
So now, as he rushes to the bedroom, Taehyung’s expecting something entirely new, something that’ll be a fresh experience for both of them. But what he sees when he opens the door completely breaks his heart.
“Oh no, my sweet sweet baby.” He whispers, walking over to the bed his lover sits on patiently. He looks beautiful wrapped in those ropes, undeniably, but that’s not what Taehyung notices first. He notices the tears on his cheeks, some completely dry with a new set of them falling down right after.
The elder can’t see his lips properly from where they wrap around the black ball-gag, though he’s sure Jungkook’s bottom lip would be quivering if it weren’t for it.
He wipes the tears falling down the boy’s cheeks, tutting his lips in fondness when he sees the desperation in his lover’s eyes, knowing well how tired it’s made him.
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Jungkook was surprised, to say the least. Seeing Taehyung walk in with nothing but fondness and softness in his eyes did a little something to his heart, though his time, he knows exactly what that feeling is.
It wasn’t supposed to go this way, really. Taehyung was supposed to come and teach him a lesson or something of that sort. Enter with a look to destroy, or so he’s read. Though Jungkook can’t help but think this look is… way better. The undivided attention only on him.
When the elder, never breaking his soft gaze on Jungkook, brushes his fingers under the boy’s eyes to remove more tears, he can’t help but let out the soft whimper he’s been holding in for so long. Taehyung settles onto the bed on his knees and looks down at Jungkook while cupping his cheeks.
“Aw, bun… Is this what you wanted to try? It’s okay, my love.”
It’s almost as if Taehyung can read his mind. He lets out a sob, trying to push off the ball-gag by his tongue. That’s when the elder immediately leans forward and unbuckles it, letting it peel off his lips gently, throwing it to the side. “There we go..” He speaks in a whisper, a soothing smile on his face that makes Jungkook want to absolutely melt.
The moment Jungkook actually does melt is when he finally feels his boyfriend's gentle fingertips on his chin, feels hands wrap around his waist. The boy’s lips finally capture Taehyung’s, the man keeping a hand behind his neck to steady him. Taehyung kisses him so softly and so delicately, he feels like he’s floating on a cloud. Feels like there’s nothing but him and Taehyung as their lips slide together.
He doesn’t even register the fact that he’s been laid on his back on the mattress, being kissed absolutely breathless by the man. “T-Tae..” Jungkook whispers when Taehyung begins pressing soft kisses down his neck. “Y-You took so long… I didn’t like- I don’t-”
“Shh, shh baby. I know, I’m so sorry.” The elder apologizes while pressing continuous kisses behind his baby’s ears, the boy mewling at the softness. He knows Taehyung’s aware of what he’s trying to say, even though he doesn’t say it clearly.
Jungkook feels nothing but happiness and satisfaction cripple in his chest, eyes brimming with tears at how undeniably understanding his lover is. He tries to bring his hand up to cradle Taehyung’s hair, but his heart stops at the realization of them still being cuffed behind him. He lets out another desperate sob, making Taehyung sit up and face him almost immediately.
“T-Taetae… hands. I need to- I need…off.”
“Oh, darling... Want me to take these off?”
The elder presses the pads of his fingers against the small of Jungkook’s back a little and the boy arches at the feeling, warmth shooting up from where they’re pressing firmly on either side of his tailbone and mouth parted to breathe out shakily. He can just feel the way Taehyung smiles at the action, knowing how responsive Jungkook is to every touch. That’s when he feels the man’s gentle fingers fiddle with the cuffs on his wrist, now able to feel them from where Jungkook has arched off the bed.
“Mm, please?” He whimpers, and Taehyung leans down immediately to press open-mouthed kisses to the boy’s arched chest. “Such a polite boy, hm? How can I ever say no to you?” He moans softly when the elder mumbles the words against his chest while sucking gently, aware of the hands behind him working to open the hand-cuffs.
When they’re finally free, Jungkook immediately brings them forward to wrap his arms around Taehyung’s neck and pull him upwards. The boy needs to feel Taehyung’s lips against his own now, he needs to feel his fingers through his hair, and Taehyung lets him do just that.
He hears the handcuffs fall off the bed the moment they shift higher up, never parting their lips. Jungkook whines when he feels the coldness of the headboard against his unclothed back, thrashing a little. It’s cold. It’s too cold. He needs Taehyung’s warmth, he needs Taehyung-
“Sh, shh, love. You want me to take these off too, right?” His bottom lip trembles as he nods, gut curling as his boyfriend presses kisses down his stomach until they reach the ropes around his thighs. “I got you.”
And Jungkook really loves him. Loves him with all he has. He rests his head against the headboard as Taehyung gets busy unwrapping the ropes from his thighs. A breath of relief hits him once they’re completely off, yet a stinging sensation still remains.
“Oh no… My poor bun.” Jungkook mewls softly when Taehyung unfolds his legs and presses soft kisses on marks left by the ropes.
Jungkook had a feeling he’d wrapped them too tight, but not so tight that they’d leave angry trail marks on his supple skin. He guesses it’s worth it, seeing as now he gets Taehyung’s full attention on his sensitive thighs, noticing the elder’s gaze never leaving the pink marked-up skin as he throws the ropes off the bed.
Taehyung pulls Jungkook closer gently and places his thighs over his own clothed legs to look at them directly. When he caresses the marks with a sad look on his face, Jungkook’s chest feels the pressure of nothing but guilt and his bottom lip wobbles again. His hands curl into fists on his chest as he watches his disappointed lover. “I’m-I’m sorry, Hyungie… I thought I’d like them. I thought t-that maybe when you got back, I— Oh.”
His head throws back when Taehyung gently massages at the angry marks with the pads of his fingers, pressing so softly but firmly, rubbing in little circles to soothe the ache. A soft moan leaves his lips when the fingers trail higher and stop at the indent of his thighs. He’s nearing the growing heat that Jungkook needs to relieve so badly, but still doesn’t. “H-Hyungie…”
“Shh, baby.” Jungkook doesn’t even realize that Taehyung shifted forward to hover over him, now feeling the breath of his boyfriend against his ear as he continues to massage up and down his thighs.
“Ah—“ The boy’s eyes are squeezed shut, an arm moving upward to hide his face in the indent of his elbow. “S—S’good, Tae…”
“Feels good, huh?” Taehyung chuckles softly when Jungkook bites his lip and nods. The boy wants nothing more than to hear that sound forever, have the same breath against his ear every night.
Jungkook whimpers when Taehyung’s lips latch onto the indent of his neck, sucking ever-so-gently but enough to leave a mark. More soft whines leave his mouth when he feels his boyfriend’s palms slide up his thighs and under his panties to cup his hips underneath them.
“That’s all I want to hear, my darling.” Taehyung leans up to press a fleeting kiss against his baby’s lips. He brushes his own against them before he continues. “That you feel good. That I’m making you feel good.”
Jungkook lets out a shaky breath, legs trying so hard not to close and being blocked by Taehyung’s legs in between them nevertheless. His stomach flutters as he feels Taehyung’s thumbs glide up to caress it gently, the rest of his fingers still being curled around his hips under the panties. Oh, how beautiful the feeling in his chest is this time, how fresh and calm. Warm yet free.
The boy did try before, to not slip. Because perhaps it still was too early, perhaps he couldn’t, not wanting to risk it on the day his experiment went downhill.
And yet, he doesn’t find himself caring as his eyes flutter a little, mind falling into a deep daze while feeling his lover’s gentle, warm, loving hands against every patch of his sensitive skin. Although Taehyung does nothing but take care of him in and outside of bed, he’s never done it like this . Treating him exactly as he wishes to be treated, as he needs to be treated.
Jungkook trusts him so deeply... Taehyung has given to him what he’s been craving even before the boy realized it himself… so he slips.
“H-Hyungie.. bun-bun wants—“ Taehyung clearly notices the slight change in Jungkook’s actions, leaning up to look into his lover’s eyes. Jungkook’s voice is light, airy, and his eyes are hooded and cloudy. His own heart swells, pressing his fond smile against his boyfriend’s lips.
“Yes, love of my life. Tell Hyungie what you need, I’ll give you the world.”
They’re little words, whispers into his skin, but they hold so much genuineness, it makes Jungkook’s insides turn to mush. Jungkook spreads his legs farther and he sighs shakily, hands coming up to feel up Taehyung’s clothed chest, eyes never leaving it as he feels the hardness of it under his soft palms.
He bites his lips as he begins unbuttoning the man’s dress-shirt slowly, stopping halfway to pull him down by the collar. Their eyes on each other and bodies pressed together tight as he whispers.
“Take bun, Hyungie.” He grins when Taehyung’s breath noticeably hitches at those words.
That’s when he feels his panties being pulled down, his leaking cock finally hitting the air. Jungkook practically sobs when Taehyung’s large warm hand wraps around it, though the elder doesn’t move it just yet. He nibbles at Jungkook’s earlobe.
“Whatever you say, beautiful.” The boy shakes under the elder’s hold, feeling his other hand feel up his thigh again. Jungkook whines when his thumb presses down and drags upward, leaving a light path of pink before fading into his fair skin colour right after.
The fingers finally find their way around Jungkook’s waist, curling slowly, the hand around his cock letting go and curling around his waist as well. It causes Jungkook to let out a breath against the elder’s lips, feeling the cold air hit him again before Taehyung kisses him gently. Their lips stick for a moment before parting again. “My beautiful, beautiful boy. You deserve only the best.”
“Tae…” Jungkook shakes his head, eyes brimming with slight tears. “Bun doesn’t think s-” Taehyung quiets him immediately by pressing his body against the younger’s and kissing him deeply once again, clearly aware of what the boy is trying to imply.
“Hush. You have no idea how much you mean to me, Jungkook.”
The boy looks up at him dumbfoundedly, sparkly eyes holding nothing but genuine curiosity. As if he really has no idea how much he means to Taehyung, seriously believes he doesn’t give the elder just as much as he gives him. The man cups one of the boy’s cheeks, Jungkook leaning into the feeling while waiting.
“Darling, you are the reason I smile every day. You’re the reason I wake up in the morning and the reason I go back to sleep happily, the reason I work, the reason I eat. When I first met you, I wasn’t happy with my life, Kook. In fact, I had no motivation to do anything, my life was just… dull, filled with nothing but pain. And then, you came along and- and…”
The elder wipes a tear falling from Jungkook’s cheeks, the boy’s eyes still nothing but wide. “And my life finally had meaning. I finally had meaning. You’re the colour in my dull life, my precious everything.”
He leans down, quieting his lover’s silent sob with a heated kiss. He had so much more to say, so much more to explain to Jungkook, tell him exactly what he is, but he lets the kiss do that for him. “So… don’t ever doubt when I tell you that you deserve the world, mon coeur.”
That nickname. Jungkook fell in love with Taehyung for that very nickname. The passion it holds, the genuineness. He loves him so much, frustrated because he just can't seem to say it, can’t seem to let it fall from his lips. But the look on Taehyung’s face tells him the elder already knows. “Don’t worry.” So he doesn’t. For once in his life, Jungkook doesn't have to worry about anything, not with Taehyung right there beside him.
“Baby?” His heart thrums when his lover speaks in his ear with his gentle, loving tone once again. Jungkook hums.
“I have a few things for you, I bought them yesterday.”
The boy’s eyes snap open, a little giddiness to his voice as he asks what. Taehyung only chuckles, flicking the younger’s chin up while sitting. Jungkook sits up right after, legs tucking under him.
When he winces a little at the feeling of his thighs stinging, Taehyung pulls at them gently so they're not directly under but instead, bent on either side of his ass. He blushes a little at the way he’s sitting, pretty and dainty, hands tucked into his lap.
He tilts his head a little in question when the elder leans over to reach under the bed and pull something out. Jungkook’s breath hitches when Taehyung places the box in front of him. It’s beautiful, a mesh white fabric wrapped around it with a pretty baby pink bow adorning the top. He whispers a quiet ‘pretty’ as he traces the bow with his fingertips, noticing how soft the material is.
It’s almost as if this box was made for him.
“If you get scared, you tell me immediately, okay?”
At first, Jungkook doesn’t understand what could be so scary about a beautifully decorated box. It almost screams delicate and fragile. That is until he sees what’s inside.
His hands hold each edge of the box, pulling it closer to himself as he examines the pretty pink and white sex toys filling every corner of it with wide eyes. The boy almost doesn’t register the hand Taehyung places on his thigh. “You don’t have to try any of them, baby. I just… walked by the shop and saw them selling these and thought of getting them for you. But it doesn’t mean you have to-”
“A-All for bun only?”
The man’s lips curl into a fond smile, hand on his thigh caressing gently. “For bun only.”
Jungkook also smiles then, eyes becoming crescents. He jumps immediately, arms out and wrapping around his boyfriend’s neck. Taehyung lets out a ‘woah there’ before steadying his dazed baby by placing hands on his small waist. “Thank you so much, Hyungie…”
The man coos when he hears a slight sniffle tucked into his neck. He pets Jungkook’s head while reminding the boy of how deserving he is, almost making him cry again. Eventually, they part and Jungkook looks in the box. “You can choose which one you want to try first, it doesn’t have to be the biggest or the smallest, you can choose whichever you want.”
Jungkook nods, but he’d already made his choice the moment he laid his eyes on the pretty toys. “I-Is...this one okay?” He pulls out a small white vibrator, possibly only two times bigger than his finger, along with the remote and hands it to his boyfriend shyly. Taehyung takes it with no trace of judgement on his face, only a soft smile.
“Of course, love.”
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Taehyung had told Jungkook to lay back and let him do all the work. It made him a little leery at first, not wanting to make his lover do everything and leave him with nothing, but Taehyung had assured him that it was okay. That he wanted to. And Jungkook honestly couldn’t help but like the thought of that as well.
So here he lays, back facing the mattress, breathing falling short at the feeling of his lover’s lubed-up fingers tracing his rim. “You know what to say when you want to stop, right?”
Jungkook chuckles, a little breathless, and his thighs shake with anticipation. “S’ not bun’s first time, Hyungie.” Taehyung scoffs and shakes his head. “I know, I know... Just don’t wanna hurt you, baby.”
“Hyungie won- Ah... ” He moans when two of the elder’s fingers push past his rim slowly. Jungkook wraps his arms around Taehyung immediately, needing the man’s warmth around him. Taehyung keeps a small distance between them so he’s still able to thrust his fingers.
Jungkook whimpers right beside Taehyung’s ear as he continues the slow pace, eventually spreading his fingers to scissor the boy. The man breathes out shakily against his neck. “Good?”
Better than good, he wants to say, but he only nods. Taehyung undoubtedly has magical fingers, hitting him in the right places and always knowing when to curl just right. Makes him want to melt into them entirely. He blushes as he remembers the time he came just by his hyung’s fingers, untouched, clothes still on.
Slowly, Taehyung pulls his fingers out, making Jungkook mewl softly at the slow drag. He leans over them to grab the lube and vibrator, immediately coating the toy with as much as he could.
It’s not too big, and that’s the exact reason why Jungkook chose it. He likes the idea of Taehyung pleasuring him with such a small toy, knows he can do it just as well with a bigger one.
“I showed you the levels and everything, just let me know if it gets too much for you, hm?”
“Mm, o-okay..” A quiet hum leaves his lips as he feels the now wet toy push inside, Taehyung sitting up and watching it go all the way. Jungkook feels his stomach curl at the sight, his boyfriend, still in his work clothes, biting his lips at the sight in front of him.
His hands curl into the sheets beside his head as he rakes his eyes lower, noticing Taehyung’s unbuttoned shirt exposing the expanse of his chest, his suit pants also unbuttoned, clear hard-on straining against them.
“ Oh. ” Jungkook’s thighs tense immediately when he feels the toy begin to vibrate against his insides on a low level. His knees bend involuntarily and he arches his back slightly.
It feels so good . Even on such a low level, the vibration causes heat to travel all the way up his spine and pleasure course through his stomach. He whimpers when he feels Taehyung caress his thigh gently, thumb pressing the inside to spread his legs further. “There you go…” His voice comes out a deep hum, clearly enjoying the moment as much as Jungkook is.
Taehyung suddenly turns off the device, making Jungkook lay back against the bed again slowly, deep breaths leaving his mouth. He doesn’t register his limbs being adjusted until he feels Taehyung’s shoulder under his knee, his leg now hooked over him.
The man turns on the toy again, and Junkook moans out when he feels the elder push it in further with his fingers slowly. “A-Ah, Hyungie…”
“Good?”
“Mhm.” Jungkook really enjoys the pressure of the vibration from Taehyung’s fingers, he begins rutting down against it slowly. His breath hitches when the vibrations begin pulsating near his prostate. “ Ah.. ”
Unfortunately, Jungkook is extremely sensitive there. His body almost falls apart the moment Taehyung’s cock or fingers prod against it. So these vibrations are practically burning him with pleasure.
“O-Oh, please .” His back arches into a C when Taehyung doesn’t stop the toy, instead, begins thrusting it in and out gently while pressing fleeting kisses to every inch of Jungkook’s calf and ankle that rests on his shoulder.
He moans into the back of his palm, his other hand still curled into the sheets, pulling tight. When Taehyung turns the vibrations up by one, he slows down the thrusting, only pushing the small toy in even deeper with his thumb.
Jungkook’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he throws it back when the thumb begins circling around. Taehyung sucks a small mark to the boy’s calf as the thumb stops its movements, now pressing a pink trail all the way down the insides of Jungkook’s delicate thighs.
It’s so much yet so little. Jungkook finds himself wanting more as he curls his pillow around his face. He’s shy to ask… doesn’t know why because Taehyung has always given him what he wants.
The man turns off the vibrations and the boy falls back into the mattress, another set of breaths leaving his lips. “What was that, darling?”
He knows he’d muffled his wish into the pillow, so he pulls it away. Taehyung’s eyes grow fond of the look on Jungkook’s face, pink, blushing, yet still so dazed.
“W-Want… mm.”
“Yes, my beautiful angel, what do you want?” Taehyung leans forward and cups his cheeks, pressing his lips to every inch he can. Jungkook finds it hard to formulate the sentence he pleases, so he decides on something else.
He pushes against Taehyung gently, causing the man to hover over him. His finger starts from the man’s chest and slowly trails downward, feeling his boyfriend’s stomach flutter before he hooks the finger over his suit pants. Jungkook pulls on the pants, greedy eyes looking to see what hides underneath.
Taehyung only chuckles darkly against his ear, pressing another kiss there, nibbling the lobe gently. The boy breathes out at the action, eyes never leaving Taehyung’s hard cock straining against his boxers on the inside.
“Tha-That, Hyungie… Wan’ that! Wan’ you.” He looks up at his boyfriend with pleading eyes before the man leans down to press his smile against his lips. Jungkook parts his lips when Taehyung slides his tongue against them, now feeling their tongues tangle in another heated kiss.
The boy can only breathe out shakily when Taehyung parts, pressing more kisses down his sensitive neck and reaching his chest to place another mark.
“ Ha-ah …” His hips buck up when Taehyung suddenly turns on the toy again on the second level, placing the remote to the side to pull off his own pants.
Jungkook whines when he sees Taehyung’s cock, wanting nothing more than to feel it inside of him. He grows more and more turned on as the elder squeezes some lube onto it and strokes it gently. The man’s shirt remains on his arms, sleeves rolled up and completely unbuttoned from the top, but the sight of him with his head thrown back while stroking his cock looks so hot, Jungkook doesn’t think he wants the man to take it off. He eyes the elder’s cock once more, almost whining at how bad he wants .
And yet, the toy also feels so good pulsing inside of him. He sighs when the vibrations stop again, anticipating more. But once he feels the man slowly pulling the toy out instead, Jungkook is quick to stop him.
“W-Wait! Leave it in, please.” This makes the elder gape. “A-Are you sure? You’ve never-” Jungkook reluctantly grabs the remote from Taehyung’s hand and he turns on the toy once again, already missing the feeling of the vibrations inside of him.
“Q-Quick, Hyungie!” The boy throws his head back when he clenches around the toy, causing it to press right against his prostate. He drops the remote from his hand and the elder takes it back with a fond chuckle to his lips. Taehyung pulls him gently by the thighs, placing them on his legs again before he hovers over the boy.
“I got you, my greedy angel.” Jungkook mewls softly when he feels the vibrations go down one step, the tip of Taehyung’s wet cock pushing past him and entering right next to the vibrator.
It’s quite a stretch, Jungkook admits, but he absolutely loves how it feels. Taehyung’s cock always feels so thick and warm, the vibrations are only an extra. He feels soft hands smooth up and down his waist before feeling higher and higher. Fingertips burning in their trail.
They stop until they’re right beside Jungkook’s head, intertwining his fingers with the boy’s which he lays there.
“God, you feel so good, sweetheart. Always the bestest for me, hm?” Jungkook does nothing but mewl in happiness as his lover whispers the words against his skin in a husky voice.
Taehyung begins a slow pace to his hips, pressing the vibrator harder against Jungkook’s prostate, his cock pulsating so beautifully against the boy’s walls. When he whines and throws his head back, the elder leans close, almost chest-to-chest and begins sucking pretty purple marks down his exposed neck.
“So so pretty, my gorgeous bun.” Jungkook’s heart soars, as does his mind. He’s never felt this happy before, this loved and adored , even though Taehyung has shown him it every single day in a million different ways.
The man’s hands slide down his arms gently, making the boy's head spin at his delicate touches contrasting with the slow and dirty way his hips move against Jungkook’s.
He’s filled up just before he’s empty again, and this agonizing process just makes Jungkook’s toes curl in the mattress. He bites his bottom lip to stop the absolutely lewd sounds from spilling.
He only lasts a few seconds until his lover reaches under his shoulders to curl his arms around them, face tucking into his neck. Jungkook wraps his own arms around Taehyung’s neck in response, legs wrapped around his waist.
It’s an intimate position. Extremely intimate. Something Jungkook would usually stray from. But this is Taehyung . The man who’s done nothing but care about him the moment he’d met him.
He bathes in his scent, his touches, the feeling of him sliding in and out of Jungkook. The boy keeps his head laid back as soft, pretty sounds leave his lips. The vibrations haven’t stopped from where they rest against his prostate, have only grown stronger, and the way that Taehyung’s fingers draw circles in his shoulders, leaves pretty marks on his neck, has Jungkook’s stomach coiling with familiar heat.
“T-Taetae.. I love you.”
It comes out of nowhere, but he doesn’t think of taking it back. He’s loved Taehyung for a long time, just wasn’t able to say it. Didn’t have the courage. Today, though, he’s found himself more sated and happy than he’s ever been, enough for him to want to repeat the words over and over again.
Taehyung grins against his neck, leaning up immediately for Jungkook to see it. He doesn’t halt the slow movement of his hips as he leans down to brush his lips against the boy’s. “I love you too, my pretty pretty boy. So much.”
Jungkook whimpers softly when he feels a warm hand curl around his waist, Taehyung finally pressing their lips together again. It felt like ages ago, even if it was only a few minutes, because of the way Taehyung kisses him all over again.
Their bodies rock forward and back with Taehyung still fucking Jungkook nice and slow, but their lips never part. Their tongues slide together and the elder just swallows down every silent moan, little whimper and soft whine that Jungkook lets out.
“Mm… Tae, c-close..”
“Me too, love.”
The younger wraps his entire body around Taehyung, not wanting him to pull away, though he knows he won’t. He hooks his ankles behind him and wraps his arms around the man’s neck tightly, tucking his face into his neck.
Jungkook can feel him move deeper this way, a soft mewl leaving his lips when the tip of his cock presses against his prostate beside the vibrator. That’s when Jungkook realizes that even Taehyung can feel the vibrator inside him, against his dick, that is. “ Fuck . Kook…” Taehyung wraps both his arms around the boy’s waist to thrust his hips a little harder. It’s delicious .
“ Ah ! Hyungie...bun-bun’s gonna-”
His back arches against the man’s chest, cum spurting out from his untouched, red cock and all over his and Taehyung’s stomachs. He grips the elder’s hair in his tiny fingers and whines loud as the man continues his thrusts, slowing down a little. Taehyung comes right after, groaning in Jungkook’s ear before sucking behind it. The boy shuts his eyes tight as he feels the cum squirt inside of him, filling him up almost entirely. He loves the feeling, absolutely adores it, knowing that Taehyung’s filled up inside of him.
Although the feeling of the vibrator is doing a little too much to his now overly-sensitive walls. “Nng… Hyu-Hyungie-Hyu.. Toy.” The boy squirms a little as the man chuckles, kissing the mark he’d left behind his ear. He leans up and pulls the toy out from the boy’s hole and beside his cock, watching as Jungkook heaves a breath, chest rising and falling.
Jungkook probably looks pretty and beautifully taken care of at the moment, because he definitely feels it as Taehyung’s gaze rakes down his shaking figure, cock still inside of him. “Mm..” His mind feels so undeniably dizzy, and Taehyung just adds to it with his magical hands working in little circles around the insides of his sore legs.
“Can’t describe how beautiful you look right now, bun.” His insides warm up immediately, cheeks growing red as he covers them with his arms. Though he can’t stop the terrified whine from leaving his mouth the moment Taehyung starts pulling out of him, hands fumbling forward to pull him back. “Shh, hush, baby. Wanna pick a plug from the box?”
His doe-eyes widen immediately, nodding. The elder smiles. “Have to pull out to grab it then, darling.” Jungkook whines again, shaking his head, arms stretching out to pull his lover down.
Taehyung sighs, fond, leaning down to capture his lips in Jungkook’s again. He gives him all the reassurance, all the love, everything through it as he slides his lips with the boy’s, eventually calming him down.
“I’m right here. Never leaving you. Love of my life.” He says it between pecks and kisses all over Jungkook’s face, and when the boy positively burns and nods, he sits up again to pull out.
He moves slowly, making sure there’s no trace of pain or discomfort in Jungkook’s face, uncaring of himself for the moment. The boy sighs when Taehyung finally pulls out, letting out a quiet ‘hurry’ as he clenches and unclenches around nothing.
The man leans over the bed immediately, grabbing the box and placing it on the bed. Jungkook’s head props up on the headboard, legs still spread shyly, to see the three buttplugs his boyfriend holds up. He chuckles a little, pointing to the prettiest, in his opinion, a soft pink one with a heart-shaped base.
Taehyung is quick to settle between Jungkook’s legs again, pressing his finger in the boy’s hole to make sure he’s still stretched properly, and pushing the plug in all the way. “ Ah… ” Jungkook melts against the mattress instantly, head propping down to lay back, absolutely loving the feeling of being filled up again.
“Okay?”
“Mhm…”
“..Good.”
When Jungkook peeps his eyes open and notices the look on Taehyung’s face, he softens. It’s so kind, so genuine, so caring, he wants to cry. It’s then that he truly believes that all Taehyung wants to hear is that he’s okay… that Jungkook is good.
And Jungkook definitely does feel good, knowing his lover’s cum is still filled inside of him. Though when he realizes his own cum on his stomach, he scrunches his nose. Taehyung laughs, hand smoothing up and down his legs. “Wanna go clean up now, baby?”
“Not—not. Mm…” He tries, pursing his lips when he can’t find the right words.
“Not where the plug is, I promise.” Taehyung smiles and Jungkook melts once again, into a puddle.
“M’kay.”
✿
Jungkook knows what type of submissive he is now.
After promising Taehyung he would never touch the ropes or do anything alone like that again, he understood the importance of it. Even though he had to figure it out the hard way, he's glad the elder was there to help him when he could and was there to soothe his aching heart at the uncomfortable feeling.
Now, as he and Taehyung sit on their couch watching television, he feels completely happy, heart screaming in content unlike ever before. He doesn’t know why, but he thinks it feels like something has changed between them, something for the better.
He curls himself into the body beside him more, adoring the arm that pulls him in tighter, the kiss that’s placed involuntarily on the crown of his head.
He looks up at his lover, heart beating even faster and chest constricting with a crazy amount of love. How is it that Taehyung knew it before he did? That he’d rather be laid down and treated right, rather be kissed indefinitely and be loved on each and every part of his body, than be tied up in shackles and tortured.
Which doesn’t necessarily make it a bad thing, Jungkook just preferes it this way.
And it seems that Taehyung’s also been hiding that part of himself from Jungkook. The part that screams to just takecaretakecaretakecare and lovelovelovelovelove every inch and piece of him.
He also never told Jungkook about it, hoping to not scare him away. Little did he know, the love of his life had been silently wishing for the exact same thing, to be taken care of, that is.
It makes Jungkook feel a little, no, a lot better knowing that Taehyung’s heart is also sated. That he’s also completely content, a never-leaving smile on his gorgeous face as he looks down at Jungkook as well.
He breathes out shakily when the elder leans down, holding his chin up with his other hand as his eyes flutter slightly. The boy bends his legs to lift them onto the couch, letting out a soft sound the moment their lips touch.
It’s every day that he gets to kiss Taehyung like this, and it’s every day that it seems to get better and better each time.
He feels the elder tugging at his leg and he immediately slides it over his lap, straddling him without breaking the kiss.
It’s funny, their lips seem to move like puzzle pieces, exactly how they are with each other. The missing puzzle piece of the other’s life.
Taehyung, who found the adorable bunny boy whose smiles do nothing but brighten his day, whose food tastes like absolute heaven, whose body looks like it was sculpted by the gods. And Jungkook, who found the center of his life, the very antidote to his cravings, the man who does nothing but take care of him.
They’re just meant to be.
Jungkook’s heart swells the deeper their kiss goes, the wet slide of their tongues seemingly sounding dirty but only feeling intimate to the two of them. He grips his boyfriend’s hand, parting from his lips to breathe out against them when the man finds his ass and fondles a handful in his palm.
The boy only slides it further, wanting him to feel between his cheeks.
“Fuck… You—“
Taehyung looks up at him, stars in his eyes. “You haven’t taken the plug out yet?” Jungkook bites his lip, shyly nodding. “Didn’t want to, not even after napping.”
When the man chuckles, Jungkook squirms a little in his hold. He cups the boy’s neck and pulls him down so their lips are brushing again. “Like Hyungie inside of you that much, hm?”
The younger nods, tightening his hold on his boyfriend’s shoulders. “S-So much.”
Taehyung reaches under his silk shorts, now directly cupping his ass and softly squeezing, making Jungkook whimper.
“Good to know. Hyungie will always take care of you like that then, fill you up until all you feel is happiness and satisfaction. Just as my little bun deserves.”
He sighs, absolutely content, leaning forward to kiss his lover once more.
“I love you so much, Taetae.”
“I love you even more, mon coeur.”