"I want this one." A short finger pointed towards the fourth stencil and Jungkook smiled at his boyfriend's choice. It was a pretty big but simple drawing of Bunny's head, the colour of his eyes standing out beautifully and contrasting his dark fur.
When Jimin asked if he could make an appointment for a tattoo, the artist has been more than surprised but accepted right away, especially after hearing what he had in mind. He's drawn five versions of what was supposed to be the future tattoo because he wanted the outcome to be perfect. He wanted his Baby to be one hundred percent satisfied.
"How much time do we have?" Jungkook chuckled at the question and leaned to kiss pillowy lips.
"Don't worry about the time, kitten. I've made sure that you are the only client I have booked for this afternoon." He nuzzled a button nose with his own. "We can take as many breaks as you feel like." He didn't want the process to stress the younger boy or cause any type of anxiety so he was going to take his time and make sure he was comfortable. "Ready?"
Jimin nodded slowly, feeling butterflies inside his stomach. He has never thought of tattoos before meeting Jungkook but now he wanted one of his own – maybe not just one. He wanted to cover up his ugly past with his lover's exquisite drawings. He sat on the tall chair and watched as his boyfriend moved the scary machine close enough so he could use it.
"I need you to read and sign this." It was an assurance in the form of a paper sheet and cinnamon eyes moved over it before writing his name at the bottom and placing it beside him. He was excited so he smiled widely when bigger hands covered his and lips pressed against his forehead. "Good boy. Did you change your mind, sweets?"
"No." Jimin replied hurriedly, causing for a low chuckle to vibrate through the air. He was sure – he wanted to decorate his body prettily.
"Okay. Still on your thigh?" He nodded and felt his cheeks heating when he felt hands slowly unbuttoning his jeans. Yoongi and Namjoon were minding their own business, tattooing other people but he still felt weird, thinking about the possibility of one of them glancing at him while he was only in his underwear. He was sure they have seen a lot more intimate parts when it came to their clients but he wasn't comfortable with the idea. The piece of clothing fell around his ankles and Jungkook bent to kiss his upper thigh before pulling away.
"Do you kiss all your clients like that?"
"You know I don't." Jungkook shook his head. "Or maybe..." The tone was teasing and Jimin's pout earned a peck. "All my kisses belong to my baby boy, I promise." The next step has been placing the stencil so it would partly cover the scar the brown-haired boy hated the most and he was guided in front of a mirror so he could look at the result. It was obvious that Jungkook knew what he was doing because it was looking perfect, just as he imagined. "I'll put my gloves on and we can start."
Jimin's eyes widened at the motion of the black latex covering familiar hands and he tried to relax in his seat and not let himself be intimidating by the buzzing of the machine.
"It shouldn't hurt that badly but if you feel like you need to stop tell me, okay?"
"Okay." It was a bearable burn, nothing he couldn't handle and he lost himself into the image of his focused boyfriend. A little line was settled in between the tattoo artist's furrowed eyebrows and his lips were slightly pursed as he followed the bluish lines with the needle. The movements were hypnotising so he gasped only when the needle got closer to the scar. "Will it work?"
"I know it will, kitten." Jungkook smiled and looked up at him. "I can't believe I'm tattooing you."
"Tattoos are beautiful." It was an indirect confession so the elder grinned widely as he continued his works. "Yours are."
"Thank you, sweets." Jimin was a remarkable client. They managed to finish it in one go and bright browns were sparkling at the sight of the work of art, their owner ready to squeak because the enthusiasm he was feeling. It was like he completely erased that hurtful winter memory – now he was going to look at his thigh and forever remember Jungkook's gentle hands on his skin.
"It looks so good, Daddy!" The name flew past his lips without him realising and the man smiled widely and took of his gloves in order to wrap his arm around the small body and admire the tattoo himself. His payment was a long but chaste kiss (he couldn't even think of charging his boyfriend) that ended because the both of them were smiling and some ointment was placed over the wound before he carefully wrapped it in see-through foil.
They went grocery shopping before heading home and the first thing that Jimin did was to look for a pair of short pants that could allow his tattoo to be revealed.
"Oh my God." Jungkook muttered at one point, causing for the boy to widen his eyes.
"What happened?"
"My baby is so pretty." Jimin whined at the compliment but moved closer either way in order to hide his face in the softness of his boyfriend's shirt. He was feeling little for some reason so when the artist suggested they should colour, the younger couldn't have agreed faster.
Two hours later the bandage was taken off and the skin was carefully washed with lukewarm water and soap before more ointment covered the image.
"'m sleepy." The boy mumbled and was immediately engulfed in strong arms that carried him all the way to the couch that was already covered with soft blankets. Jimin preferred to nap in the living room because even if they were usually pressed against each other in their sleep, the sofa offered them even less space and that meant more closeness. He loved it when he couldn't tell where his body ended and where Jungkook's began.
Soft lips pressed against his and he curled against the touch as he closed his eyes, sighing softly when the mouth moved to his cheek.
"Go to sleep, angel. Daddy's going to be here when you wake up." It was not a lie because more than an hour later the boy woke up because of the sound of rain hitting the windows. His socked feet stretched and he immediately moved closer to Jungkook, not wanting to get out of the ball of warmth wrapped around them.
A kiss was pressed on top of his head and he sighed, sneaking one of his legs in between the other's. The tattoo artist took it as a clue there was need for more than just innocent kisses so he cupped a chin in order to tilt a puffy face back and allow mouths to crush into a languid and hot kiss, tongues exploring everything they could reach. His hand slipped down a supple body and stopped on top of a bulge, thinking of light touches that could start something.
Jimin gasped, barely awake and pulled away so suddenly that he almost fell of the bed, his eyes finally widening in surprise.
"No, Daddy." He mumbled and tensed when a hand rested on the small of his back. "Little." Thankfully, Jungkook knew exactly what that meant but he couldn't grasp what made him jump like that, especially because he thought they were past that kind of fear. It must have been the drowsiness.
"Daddy won't touch you without permission, sweet boy." He whispered and run his fingers through soft strands of brown hair. "You know that, right?"
Jimin nodded after exhaling deeply and moved closer to the touch, his heart managing to calm down inside his chest. He was aware that Jungkook would have never put him through things he didn't want, no matter how insignificant that thing would be, but he couldn't help the way his brain would react to touches in certain moments. He felt frustration beginning to build inside of him – he didn't want his partner to doubt his trust and tried to ignore the tears gathering under his eyelids. He hoped they wouldn't spill but they silently did and the tattoo artist brought his fingers to catch a few, his eyebrows already meeting because of a frown.
"Kitten." Jungkook whispered and cupped both of his cheeks. "I didn't mean to scare you." Jimin immediately shook his head and pulled away, wanting to get a grip.
"You didn't and I'm sorry."
"What are you apologising for?"
"I wish I'd stop making mistakes." The man's heart broke – his baby thought reacting like that was a mistake. There were so many things Daeshim fucked up for them, he sometimes felt like screaming.
"Being scarred by weeks of abuse is not a mistake, Min. None of this is your fault."
"But you wouldn't hurt me." Jimin continued, his eyes following fingers that grabbed his.
"I wouldn't and I know you have faith in me, you just need time for your wounds to heal and that is alright." He was going to be there every little step of the way and he wasn't going to allow anyone to trouble the process, not even the boy himself. "I'm so proud of you." Jimin smiled weakly.
"You always say that."
"I say it because I mean it." Jungkook kissed the tip of his nose. "You've learned how to be honest and how to be kind to yourself." Nothing could have made him happier. Of course there were hard times, especially regarding the self harm – it was hard to erase a habit that was years old but he believed the younger was afraid of the possibility that they might break up in case of slipping. It was better for him to believe that was a possibility even if it was far from the truth. Even if he would have wanted to, the tattoo artist was sure that he couldn't simply break up with his boyfriend.
"I think it's because I feel very vulnerable when I'm in headspace. That's why I can't –" – have sex sometimes.
"There doesn't have to be a reason for you to say no." Jimin smile became wider and he moved so his lips could press against soft ones gently, almost innocently. He felt hands wrapping around his lower back and he melted against the strong chest of his lover, wondering if they could stay like that for a few more minutes. "I love you."
"I love you more."
"I can't believe we're doing this!" Hoseok sounded more than excited and Jimin wondered if his face didn't hurt from so much smiling. They were inside a very fancy flower shop, looking for the perfect type that would decorate the small wedding the newly-engaged men decided to put together in a couple of months.
Yoongi was not fond of crowds so they decided to invite a small number of people; they were almost 40 only because Hoseok's family wanted to be present but that was the perfect excuse for the dancer to take the planning of the event seriously. He demanded for Jimin and Seokjin to advise him on every step and that was exactly why the younger was by his side, his knowledge of flowers being quite limited.
"I was thinking about white and purple." The redhead mused and called for the woman who seemed to take care of the shop. Hobi was a generally happy person but ever since the proposal he started glowing and he was a delight to watch. The younger wondered if he would ever have the chance to marry his other half but the idea sounded impossibly far away from what he was currently experiencing. The happiness that was taking over his life was enough, he didn't necessarily need rings and vows.
They spent a few hours inside the shop, until he had to leave for his shift at the coffee shop but right before they parted, Hoseok gave him the answer he's been looking all week for.
"Yoongi said a break would do Jungkook good." A little wink followed the affirmation and Jimin jumped into his friend's arms, thanking him.
He's been meaning to plan a trip for the longest time and a little birdie has told him that his boyfriend has always wanted to visit Osaka. He had some money saved up so he was sure he could afford everything so he took his time to confirm the hotel room he has booked during his bus ride towards work. He hoped Jungkook would agree to being "kidnapped" for a weekend because he could think about a lot of things he wanted to see while getting away from the busy life of Seoul.
He has been in the greatest mood so he made sure to smile at every client as he was handing them their coffee, grinning whenever someone would compliment his pastel sweater. The tattoo artist was already home, making sure they would have a copious dinner so he smiled widely when the boy entered the kitchen, turning around to welcome him in his arms.
"Welcome home, kitten." Their lips met briefly before Jimin pulled apart in order to look for clues about the dish the other was preparing. His stomach started grumbling so Jungkook chuckled at the embarrassed expression his boyfriend put on display. "We can eat in twenty minutes."
He had a shower and changed into pjs before coming back to a nicely decorated table. It wasn't rare for them to do something like that but it was still a pleasant surprise so the younger kissed soft lips again before taking his seat and waiting for his food.
"You're so thoughtful."
"We even have some dough." Jungkook winked.
"Chocolate chip cookies?"
"Definitely chocolate chip cookies." The little things made Jimin happy so even if his tummy was completely filled he decided to go along with the plan and prepare the desert, giggling from time to time because of the elder's silliness. The artist was obviously not in the mood to wash the dishes so they ended up dancing randomly to some foreign songs, the make out session they initiated afterwards being the reason why half of the cookies were burnt. They were a mess but they wouldn't have changed a thing.
"I think the wedding will be beautiful." The brown-haired boy stated and took a bite of the sweet thing occupying his hand. "Hobi-hyung can't wait for it."
"Yoongi is the same." Jungkook chuckled and leaned so he could lick one of Jimin's chocolate coated fingers. "He's asking random stuff out of the blue."
"About that..."
The dominant didn't like when plush lips were tormented by teeth so he made sure for the lower one to escape, curious about what his baby had to say.
"I've kind of organised a trip to Osaka for the upcoming weekend." The man looked funny, his eyes ready to pop out of their sockets, his mouth opened in disbelief. The younger gave him the time to process, even if the anxiety was twisting and turning his stomach. "If you want to go."
"Of course I want to, baby." Jungkook whispered. "But I have to talk to –"
"I've done that already."
The more details they discussed, more excited the tattoo artist got so they spend quite some time having tea and going over the details, daydreaming about the things they could do in Osaka. Jungkook wanted to use his brand new camera to immortalise every second, he wanted to take the most beautiful shots of his boyfriend.
They packed light (the packing started on Wednesday even if they were going to take their flight Friday morning) and Milo didn't miss from one of the backpacks, along with the comfiest clothes they both managed to find inside their closets. The end of the week came impossibly slow but once they found themselves inside the airplane their insides began quivering with excitement. Jimin slept for the most of the couple of hours they spent in the air and Jungkook didn't hesitate to take many pictures of him before waking him with soft kisses as soon as the pilot announced that they were getting ready to land.
Thankfully, the weather was amazing and pink was painting the streets of Osaka, the colour matching Jimin's hoodie. They decided to check in at the hotel and then to go around wandering, starting with the first point on their list: O'hatsu Tenjin. The boy wanted to spend the day enjoying the cherry blossoms but they later decided to go to the famous Osaka aquarium that was meant to bring back some great memories – their first official date took place in an aquarium.
O'hatsu Tenjin caused for cinnamon eyes to glisten as they looked at the stone statues of the two people sitting next to each other. The shrine was 1300 years old and the legend said that O'hatsu was a sex worker who committed suicide along with Tokubei, her lover, so they could meet and live together in paradise. It was a sad but beautiful story and as soon as Jimin realised how many couples were joining them, praying for a long-lasting relationship, he squeezed the hand he was holding on. He hoped everyone would meet someone who would treat them as good as Jungkook treated him.
A soft kiss was pressed against his hair and he smiled at his boyfriend, glad that no questions were asked.
"Do you think they met afterwards?" It was obvious he was referring to the old couple so the tattoo artist smiled at the innocence of his questions before pecking his lips lovingly.
"I'm sure they did. Some souls can't bear to be apart."
The boy wondered if theirs were the same. He hoped so. He allowed his pinkie finger to lock around Jungkook's and closed his eyes for a few seconds in order to send his prayer to the gods. Even if they were not going to love each other until the end of this life, he wished for their souls to tangle again and again until the very end of time.
"Let's go, baby." His lips curled upwards at the sound of the warm voice, knowing lunch was going to follow. He was absolutely famished but he was excited about the aquarium the most so he wasn't picky when choosing a place to eat, allowing his boyfriend to guide him towards the nearest restaurant.
They were completely relaxed and the atmosphere was nice, even if their schedule was filled by the places they wanted to see in the little time they were going to spend in the foreign country. The aquarium didn't disappoint and Jimin needed to try his best not to press his nose against every little tank, fascinated by the little beings swimming inside of them.
He was especially fond of jellyfish so he asked Jungkook to take a few pictures of them in front of them, hoping he would find one nice enough to post it on social media. He was becoming more confident in their relationship and he wanted to flaunt the happiness they shared.
"I want to see the sharks nex –" The younger stopped in tracks. He thought he's heard his boyfriend's name being called but realised it was very improbable for that to happen so he opened his mouth again only to be interrupted.
"Sir?"
He hoped it was his imagination but by the tattoo artist's surprised expression he was not dreaming so he tried to calm down his hurried heart as he turned around and watched a silhouette approaching them.
The boy they were facing was beautiful, indubitably. His blue eyes betrayed the fact that one of his parents must have been a foreigner and Jimin felt them burning holes into the skin of his face so he decided to look downwards before a bright smile could strike him, unsure of what the dynamics between the stranger and his boyfriend have been. He didn't want to let himself be intimidated by something that happened way before they have met.
"I never thought I'd see you here." The boy chuckled after he said that and the sound distracted Jimin from the fingers that were still intertwined with his and that were meant to remind him that everything was alright.
"It's been a while, Minhyuk. You don't have to call me sir. I'm not your sir anymore." Jungkook's tone was playful and his hand moved so it could wrap around his lover's lower back, getting his attention.
"I guess old habits die hard." The younger was already changing his weight from one leg to the other but he decided to focus on his breathing, trying to think reasonably. No matter how pretty that Minhyuk was, he knew the tattoo artist had nothing to do with him and it was very improbable for that to change. "And who are you?"
"Park Jimin, my boyfriend." Jungkook presented him (he knew he wasn't necessarily fond of introductions) and he looked into ocean eyes as he extended his free hand for the other to grab. Being called his "boyfriend" and not his "submissive" must have taken the boy by surprise because his lips remained parted for a few seconds before they curled into an amiable smile.
"It's nice to meet you, Jimin! I'm sorry I've randomly interrupted your date, I didn't mean to intrude."
Maybe if that wouldn't have been the given situation, he would have befriended Minhyuk because the young man seemed to be very sweet.
"Don't worry about that." It stung a little bit – he wished that weekend would have belonged to them and them alone but unfortunately that was not how life worked and he had to deal with it.
"I'd love to catch up, Minhyuk, but we're in the middle of something." Jungkook's words lacked hostility and Jimin was endlessly grateful for their presence. It might have been selfish of him but he wanted to go back to being just the two of them, he wanted to continue to steal kisses and to have sweet things whispered to him because it was their getaway and the time was limited.
"Of course, I just wanted to say hi." Minhyuk smiled wider. "I hope you're happy, hyung."
"I am and I hope you are too."
The brown-haired boy couldn't remember how he got into the tunnel that lead to the sharks' area and realised what was going on only when he spotted two hammerhead sharks. He walked a little too fast in their direction and tried to read the few words that were written about that tank but realised he couldn't concentrate on their meaning, his anxiety probably playing tricks on him. There weren't a lot of things that could be said about the meeting and he had no idea if they were going to talk about it – half of him wanted to, the other half didn't.
"Min –" Jungkook sounded apologetic so he turned around and put a little smile on display in order to signalize that he wasn't upset at all. "What are you thinking about?"
"He's beautiful." The tattoo artist was ready to protest so he hurried to continue. "But you love me, not him."
Surprise was an insignificant word compared to what the man was truly feeling. He expected his baby to be upset, maybe even be anxious or slip in little space because of the unexpected event but the outcome was better than he could have imagined. He felt his heart swell at the thought of how much they've progressed since they first started dating – Jimin was slowly learning how to love himself and along that evolution came the growing trust in their relationship.
"You're right." Jungkook whispered and kissed his forehead through the caramel-coloured bangs. "I love you to Saturn and back, remember?"
The boy giggled and nodded before raising on his tiptoes and pecking inviting lips. An octopus plushie was bought in order to befriend the pink Korean one the boy received on their first date and he spent the evening pressed against a soft sweater, its owner making sure he wouldn't get lost. They decided to have room service for dinner and the following day came before they could protest, as they were both incredibly in need of sleep. Luckily for them, there were going to be fireworks in front of the Osaka castle as everyone was celebrating Hanami so they decided to spend the afternoon there, aware that there were going to be a lot of stands with everything they could have wished for.
They decided to rent traditional clothing so they would get lost into the landscape and enjoy the full experience. Jungkook chose a classic black yukata that had a dragon imprinted on the back so Jimin was the one who stole the show because he finally decided on a pale pink one, a baby blue strip securing it around his waist. The tattoo artist felt all the air being kicked out of his lungs as soon as his boyfriend stepped out of the dressing room and his expression must have been funny because the other giggled animated.
"You're looking like an angel."
"Thank you." There was a faint blush covering chubby cheeks. "You look very handsome too."
It was not rare for people to stare but Jungkook was sure it was because of his boyfriend's beauty and not because of the fact that he was wearing a cloth that was supposed to be dressed by a woman. The glittery lip gloss was on point and the artist's self control was getting out of hand, his own mouth always tingling for a taste. They wandered around for hours, hands locked together as they were pulled towards different areas by the curiosity invading their minds.
They were sitting on the grass when colours began exploding on the sky and Jimin jumped startled at first, earning a low chuckle and a innocent kiss on his cheek. His head was guided on a broad shoulder and he closed his eyes for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling surrounding him more than the show itself, hoping there would be similar moments in the future.
"Do you think it's possible for us to always be this happy?" It was more of a rhetorical question but Jungkook decided to answer it, not before kissing his lips.
"Happiness is having you by my side." He would have scrunched his nose at the cheesiness if his heart wouldn't have been so hurried - it sometimes felt like it was trying to leave his body. As soon as he felt a hand resting on his thigh he cupped a beautiful face and pressed their mouths together, orchestrating a gentle and languid kiss. He couldn't think of a place he would rather be in than where he currently was.
Jungkook's fingers remained glued to his body the entire evening and it was around midnight when they reached the hotel where they asked for their key from the reception desk. Their room was on the second floor of the building and as soon as the elevator's doors opened, the tattoo artist lifted his boyfriend into his arms, making him squeak in surprise. The yukata didn't allow him to wrap his arms around the other's middle but his anxiety faded away as soon as he was pressed against their door – room 707 – and Jungkook began leaving small bites on the side of his throat.
"The key."
"I'm on it, baby." They were making out as soon as they stepped inside and Jimin was already fumbling with the man's piece of clothing, trying to take it off. It was tied securely around the little waist so he puffed his cheeks in dissatisfaction, earning a grin and a playful slap on his backside. "Do you want to play, sweet thing?"
"Yes." Hands were groping his bum so he let out a shaky breath. "Green, yellow and mango." He hurried to say, causing for laughter to boom inside the room.
"Such an impatient kitten." Jungkook teased. "Go and sit on the bed like a good boy."
He didn't need to be told twice but gave up on the idea of undressing himself because he didn't receive clear instructions to do so. He sat on the edge of the bed and started swinging his legs as he watched his boyfriend moving around the room. The elder cracked the window and then grabbed two cans of soda from the mini-bar. Waiting was a form of submission so the boy didn't flinch, maintaining his position even if he was aching to be touched.
"Are you thirsty, baby?" He shook his head but gulped when Jungkook opened one of the cans and took a gulp of the sweet substance before placing it on the wooden table resting next to the TV they never turned on. His steps seemed almost calculated as he approached the expectant boy and his fingers cupped a small chin in order to tilt the head back. Browns found browns and they both smiled. "Lay on your back."
Jimin did and his breathing hitched when agile hands began tugging at the material covering him, parting the sides of the yukata and revealing almost everything he had to offer. He could feel himself getting hard under the searching gaze. Jungkook was a tease so he let his fingertips touch the chest and abdomen feathery, eliciting some barely audible moans.
"You're so damn pretty." The tattoo artist whispered and leaned to kiss a pink nipple that just hardened because of him.
"Off, Daddy." He was obviously referring to the clothes but the dom grinned and shook his head, wanting to admire the sight for much more time. Theoretically, they couldn't dirty the yukatas because they were borrowed but practically, Jungkook was sure that he could find a way to clean them before returning them. He never knew he had a fantasy with his baby dressed like that but the boy looked absolutely divine so he wasn't going to hold back. "Please?"
"Give me a pillow, sweets." He took the object he's been offered and placed it on his side of the bed before manhandling the little one and placing him on it, on his front so his backside would be in the air. Small hands grabbed a fistful of the sheets as soon as hands began to push upwards the material and reveal more and more of his legs and Jungkook began peppering kisses all over his thighs. "I want to taste you, baby."
It was not a question so the grip tightened on the sheets as soon as his underwear has been revealed. He was wearing light blue panties and as much as the tattoo artist liked the look of them, it has been a matter of seconds until they've been pushed aside in order to uncover an already clenching and unclenching hole. It looked puffy and delicious so a tongue was pressed flatly against it, earning a loud moan. It was not rare for Jimin to be eaten out but this time, the elder decided to take his time to make his baby squirm because he felt like they had all the time in the world.
It started with simple strokes and as soon as the boy began moving around, a strong arm secured him in place by wrapping around his middle.
"No." The protest came out softly but Jungkook didn't miss it so he took a break to slap the pale skin he could reach, warning the other. It left a pinkish handprint behind so he smirked to himself before resuming his technique, choosing to move his muscles circularly, feeling the way the entrance relaxed under his touch. "Daddy?" The artist hummed against the skin. "Enough?"
He knew the younger was concerned whenever he was spending too much at the receiving end but he didn't want to compromise so he pulled away in order to speak.
"Not yet, sweets. What's the matter?" Jimin rubbed against the pillow suggestively. "Is my baby boy getting hard?"
"Yes, sir." His member was already feeling heavy in between his legs so he moved against the now-warm material a couple of times before he's been stopped by a tightened hold and whimpered loudly. "But –"
"Daddy wants to spoil you but that doesn't mean you can disobey me."
"Okay." He sounded borderline annoyed but Jungkook decided not to challenge that part of him, instead pressing his lips against the waiting entrance. He kissed it slowly before slipping his tongue in between his lips and then letting it press more forcefully against it, causing for a shiver to run down the boy's spine. "Fuck –" A slap. "'m sorry, it just –" Another moan. "Feels good."
Jimin's body was going limp so he let his tongue wander freely, tasting his skin and his insides, groaning from time to time at the sounds he was eliciting. He could only imagine the dampness that created in the front of the yukata his boyfriend was wearing and he would have touched himself a bit if it wasn't for his current attribution. He wanted his baby to come at least three times that night so he stopped only to grab the lube from his luggage. He kissed the chubby cheek that wasn't pressed against the mattress before coating his palms and spreading the substance all over the ring of muscles.
"Fingers?"
"Yes, baby." The first finger slid in with ease and Jimin arched his back, trying to rub against the pillow. "Don't you dare to move." His voice was hoarse so the boy moaned instead of replying, wanting to feel more and more. He didn't need too much stretching but the movements were slow either way, the fingertip knowing exactly how and when to brush against the little bundle of nerves. When the second finger joined Jimin almost turned on a side. "You're in for a show, sweets."
"I'm sorry, Daddy." He knew apologises couldn't cut the fact that he ignored a direct order.
"Hush now and stay still." The movements increased in pace and the brown-haired boy focused on doing as he was told, not wanting to overstep the line again. His Dom seemed to want to bring him to the brink and as soon as he felt his orgasm approaching he tensed, not wanting to cum without permission. The fingers disappeared.
Jungkook sat on the bed and spread his legs before pulling him in between them and parting the yukata completely, revealing a very sticky situation that turned him on more. His own erection was beginning to feel uncomfortable but he encouraged his baby to lean on him instead, letting his mouth nibble at the tempting skin.
"Why did you misbehave, Min?" The question would have consequences.
"I'm sorry. It felt so – ah." A fist wrapped around his leaking member, its palm already slick with lube. "Good." It started moving and Jimin thought he would lose his mind because it was excruciating slow and tight and he felt impossibly close. "I – Daddy, please!"
"Please what, sweet thing?"
"Please make me cum." A loud kiss on his cheek.
"Patience, love." It took five minutes for the younger's vision to get foggy and for him to begin to blabber, hoping his boyfriend would have mercy. Jungkook was everywhere – he could feel his touch, his heartbeat, his breath that fell on the back of his neck where his lips would make their way from time to time. It was too much so he gushed one more time before his toes began to curl.
"Daddy, please! Minnie's been a good boy –"
"If you want to cum, you can cum but I won't give you more than I already am."
"Please, Daddy!" His voice was pitched and one more tug was all he needed for his semen to begin to spurt, the fist suddenly pulling away from his member. "No, no!" His penis began bobbing helpless, little pears of cum dribbling from the tip, the ruined orgasm causing for Jimin's body to tremble, his eyes getting teary because of the frustration that became greater. He came on his abdomen so Jungkook collected some of the drops and brought them to his mouth in order to taste them.
"Good boy. Tell me your colour, angel."
"Green." He was sniffling so the tattoo artist kissed his temple before wiping the result of his orgasm with one of his sleeves and changing his position so Jimin would lay on his back and they could start kissing once again. His sweet boy had tears sliding down his cheeks still but his tongue was responsive, showing that he wanted – no, he needed more.
"I'm so hard because of you." The man whispered and untied the knot that kept his yukata in place, revealing his proud erection. His tip was red and the younger would have wanted to wrap his lips around it but waited for further instructions, his legs bending slightly and parting. Tattooed fingers entered his mouth as more lube was spread all over and he had to hold himself from biting too harshly on them when the Dom entered him with one long stroke. "You feel perfect around me." Jimin was hardening again so he gave him one encouraging stroke before completely stopping and leaning so they could kiss some more.
He loved the way his kitten would kiss him during sex – he would cling onto him with both arms, as if he was afraid to be left alone and his lips would desperately press against just as soft ones until they would become red and tingly. A soft moan vibrated against their mouths when they've heard a door being opened and the boy pushed the other as if he was afraid someone entered their room.
No one was there but they could hear people talking in Japanese on the other side of the wall, which reminded them of how thin the walls actually were. Jungkook didn't lose any time, beginning to move and causing for Jimin to moan loudly before covering his mouth with a hand.
"I want to hear you, baby."
"But –"
"No buts, don't act as if it doesn't turn you on." The younger was quite the exhibitionist and even if he didn't want to push his fantasies to the extreme, the tattoo artist liked to tease him like that from time to time. It didn't happen just once for them to fuck against a window so people could "see" who Jimin belonged to. The thrusts became progressively more violent and loud moans echoed through the room, braided with intentions of words.
"Daddy, Daddy –" The chants were music for Jungkook's ears so he grabbed the legs in order to place them on his shoulders.
"Let them know who fucks you so good, baby doll." He was close himself but he insisted to go on with the show, knowing that it was driving his boyfriend crazy. When the brown-haired boy spilled again and he felt everything tightening around him, he allowed himself to orgasm, making sure to coat his insides.
Jimin's body convulsed for a few seconds, his toes curling as the elder kept stroking him, not caring about the fact that he was impossibly sensitive. When he finally let go he exhaled loudly and closed his eyes, ready to give in to everything he was feeling. It wasn't the first he passed out because of how hard he's been fucked and he came back to Jungkook holding him pressed against his chest. He was singing a lullaby that came to an end as soon as cinnamon eyes fixed his face.
"Hey, baby boy." His tone was sweet and Jimin nuzzled his nose against the pulse point he could reach, taking in the familiar aroma.
"Hey."
"You've been out for a few minutes." The artist whispered and kissed his forehead two times.
"I've been a good boy?" He was obviously still in sub space so Jungkook nodded and brought their lips together. He tasted of salty tears and even more made his eyes glistening as soon as the little make-out session ended.
"Such a good boy."
"Love me, Daddy?" It was a request more than anything else and the elder understood that his baby needed confirmation after being handled so harshly. Of course his little enjoyed roughness but it needed to be followed by pure feelings in order for his mind to be able to rest. He needed a little reminder that he was a lover and not a submissive and that was completely fine with Jungkook.
"Do you want to ride Daddy, sweets?" He shook his head so the other placed him on his lap, gently lowering him on his half-hard member until they could rest their foreheads against one another. "Is this okay?"
"Uhuh."
"I'll do all the work, okay?" Jimin whispered a little "yes" and hands rested on his hips, helping him move slowly. They settled a rhythm and began kissing again, parting only to whisper i love yous from time to time. "You're so good for me, Minnie."
They came together and the smaller one collapsed on top of his boyfriend, his arms wrapping around his neck. He would have fallen asleep if it wouldn't have been for Jungkook helping him off and engulfing him into a warm hug.
Tiredness crushed his body so when he's been asked if he wanted a shower he refused, wanting to spend the night exactly like that. He was feeling pure bliss so he curled next to his boyfriend's body like a cat would do, accepting every praise and kiss that was offered.
"I can't remember ever feeling so whole." The elder's murmur took him by surprise but a smile immediately tugged at the corner of his lips and he did his best to peck his cheek lovingly. "I want this happiness to last forever."
Forever. Honey-coloured eyes widened because it was the first time he's heard that specific word coming out of his lover's mouth. It held a lot of meaning but somehow, neither of them were scared of it anymore. They weren't tiptoeing around the notion like they would have done during their first months of relationship.
A short pinky finger curled around a longer one.
"You and I against the world." Jimin promised and smiled widely.
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