12 Chapter 11: Shib il ? (1/2)
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”Now close your eyes.” Jungkook whispered and grinned at the smiling image of his boyfriend that he could see in the mirror. They just came back from a date but he couldn't have waited longer for what he had in mind so he opened the pitch black box that has been seated inside his closet for days now. He picked the item with careful fingers and fixed it around an elegant neck, cooing when its owner jumped in surprise.
”Can I see?” Jimin's heart was thumping inside his chest at the possibilities. He thought he knew what his Daddy was offering him but he didn't want to get too enthusiastic and jump to conclusion. A little click followed and the adornment pressed tighter against his skin.
”You can open your eyes now.” The pink-haired boy gasped when his cinnamon orbs spotted a beautiful collar complimenting him. It was rather thick and made of black leather and in the front it was closing around a coppery ring that encircled a heart-shaped padlock. The word ”Owned” could be read on the lock and the sight of it made his insides quiver. ”Do you like it?”
Being collared was a huge deal in the BDSM world so he could only turn around and search for his Dom's kind expression.
”Do you mean it?” Jungkook chuckled but leaned to kiss his forehead afterwards.
”Of course I do.” His hand guided the other's head so it would lean on a side and turned to point in the mirror at the almost invisible JK that was written on the black strap. ”It looks so good on you, kitten.” The sight of the boy being marked as his made the tattoo artist want to push him against the wall and fuck him into the following day but he needed permission before that so he started with a passionate kiss, feeling the little body in front of him rubbing tantalizing against him.
”Daddy, please.” The plea came out as a whisper.
”What do you need, baby?” He suspected what it was about due to the body language but like always, he wanted verbal consent and he believed this little habit he formed reassured Jimin greatly.
About half an hour later they were lying on the fluffy carpet of Jungkook's bedroom, feeling too spent to move towards the bed that was less than one meter away. A pink-dyed head was buried in the crook of the elder's neck and the latter was staring at the ceiling, his hands absent-mindedly searching revealed warm skin. He could feel swollen lips pressed against his pulse point and he heard a mumble he couldn't decipher.
”Hm?”
”Sleepy.” Jimin whispered again, this time louder and Jungkook smile because his boyfriend seemed to be on low battery whenever they were done with physical contact. ”Can I shower in the morning?” It has been a long day for the student who had a very important test in the morning and endless activities he needed to take part in before meeting his boyfriend for their usual date night so the man decided he could indulge him this time.
”Maybe I'll think about it if you give me some sugar.” Jimin didn't hesitate to get up so he could press their mouths together gently. ”How about my cheeks, huh?” Two sound pecks followed on the indicated areas and the tattoo artist wrapped his arms around the little boy in front of him. ”Okay but just this time.”
”Thank you, Daddy.” A thumb began caressing a rosy face just in time for plump lips to form a perfect ”o”.
”What happened?” Jungkook's question caused for the other's ears to turn red.
”It's leaking –” The man got up right away and headed to the bathroom, encouraging the boy to stay still as he found a piece of cloth he could wet.
”Raise your bum, baby.” Jimin did, even if embarrassed, and felt warm dampness rubbing against his thighs and entrance where drops of cum collected. It felt nice so he relaxed against the touch, even if he felt exposed, only gasping when something fairly hard pressed against his rim. He turned around to see his favorite baby blue buttplug that had ”Good Boy” written on it and he didn't even flinch when the object slipped inside of him.”Up, now.” Jimin took that as an invitation to crawl towards Jungkook and wrap his legs around his torso so he could be carried and carefully placed on the soft sheets. ”Let me take off the collar.”
”Can't I wear it to sleep?”The pink-haired boy looked borderline alarmed.
”No, pumpkin, it's too tight and it might hurt you.”The pout that formed was too cute to handle but he decided he couldn't risk asphyxiation for the sake of it. ”Come on, sweets.” As soon as he took it off and placed it on his nightstand he watched Jimin wrapping his hand around his neck, probably disagreeing with the nakedness of it.
”But I want to wear it all the time.” Jungkook sighed, unaware that his baby's eyes were turning glassy. ”It's so pretty, Daddy.” His voice was shaky so the tattoo artist gathered him into his arms, pressing a loving kiss to his temple.
”Daddy will look for a pretty substitute, sweet boy.” It was cute what a crybaby his little was and whenever he would see him sad he would make sure to do everything possible to make him feel better. ”No tears, little one.” Jimin sniffled but nodded, his body curling further into the strong hold. He was slipping further and further into little space with each second that was passing so he exhaled loudly when Jungkook asked how he was feeling.
Maybe the intimacy was making him feel vulnerable and that was the reason he was feeling like that. Either way, he was sure that he wanted his boyfriend close.
”Do you want to go to sleep?” Jimin shook his head hesitantly. ”Then what do you want us to do?”
”Read?”
The younger boy closed his eyes as soon as Jungkook's silky voice filled the room and did his best to concentrate on the words but it took a little over fifteen minutes for him to fall asleep, his head resting against the other's beating heart.
He dreamt he accidentally opened a vein and his blood was flowing everywhere so he woke up in the middle of the night drowning in his own sweat. He wasn't completely out of little space and he was petrified with fear so sobs began to crush his body, his anxiety hitting the roof. He could feel Jungkook's arm wrapped around him and he didn't want to wake up the man so he slowly pushed it off him, doing his best to leave the bed without bothering. He felt like choking so when a loud sob ripped through his chest he felt the other moving and turned to watch Jungkook rubbing his eyes confusedly.
”Min?”That was all he needed to trigger the ugly feelings that had been bubbling inside of him. It was not the pretty type of crying, he was howling, the pressure inside of his chest growing with each hitched inhale. ”Fuck.” The tattoo artist hurried to turn on the lamp and something pulled at his heart when he saw the panicked expression of his boyfriend. ”No, baby, no. Come here.” Jimin gulped and headed towards the taller man, welcoming the warmth enveloping his body. ”You're okay. Breathe for me, kitten.”
”A-A night-nightmare.” He sobbed and felt big hands cupping his face and moving it so foreheads could press together.
”It was just a bad dream, angel. It's not real, you're with me now.” Jungkook whispered against his lips and kissed him chastely. ”Look at me, Min.” Jimin's pupils were dilated because of the fear but their eyes met right away. ”I love you and I'm going to protect you.”
The silence become deafening during the following passing moments but the student could feel his heartbeat slowing down, his brain trying to comprehend the words he's been told. He looked at his untouched arms and nodded. He was going to be alright.
”O-Okay.”
”It's been a stressful couple of days, little one.” He nodded in agreement and allowed his body to be slowly rocked back and forth, his breathing still abnormal. Jungkook continued to whisper sweet encouragements into his ear, stopping only for the sake of innocent kisses pressed on his forehead and he finally calmed down in what felt like forever but all the sleepiness left his body.
”I'll go a-and watch TV, go to sleep.” Jimin whispered and pulled away from the embrace.
”I'm not leaving you alone.” The tattoo artist protested and watched as the smaller one walked out of the bedroom, his arms wrapped around his middle protectively. Jungkook looked for a pair of fluffy socks that didn't belong to him and grabbed the pink panda before following him, stretching his body as he went. He could understand that the student wanted some time alone but he didn't want him to hurt himself so he wasn't going to respect his wish. ”The Little Mermaid” was already playing on the TV when he spotted Jimin curled on the couch so he sat at the opposite end and grabbed the small feet into his hands, slowly putting the socks on them.
”Thank you.” Jimin whispered and grabbed the stuffed animal that was offered to him. ”You have work tomorrow.”
”Hush.” He couldn't say that he was going to cancel his morning appointments but he was sure he could spend as much time as it was needed up and function the next day. He lied down and spooned the younger, his fingertips slipping under a large t-shirt to caress a soft tummy. He almost fell asleep twice during the animation and when it ended the other turned around to caress his features.
”Please go to sleep. I won't do anything bad, I promise.”
”I know you won't, sweetheart, but I couldn't sleep knowing you're up and alone.” He wasn't sure how far into little space his boyfriend was so he had yet to figure it out. ”When I was a child, my mother always prepared me one special drink that helped me fall asleep.”
”A magical one?” Jungkook grinned at the cute question.
”You'll have to try it and see.”
He didn't need much conviction so they headed towards the kitchen where Jimin took a place on the counter and watched as his Daddy looked for the ingredients inside the fridge. It was a lot less pretentious than he expected - heated milk with honey -but as soon as he took a gulp he hummed at the deliciousness.
”It's so good, Daddy!” It tasted sweet enough for him to finish it in less than a minute and he motioned for the elder to step closer so he could kiss his lips and share the taste. ”Can I have some more?”
”Only if you promise me that you'll try to go to sleep afterwards.”
It was an attractive game and Jimin sometimes couldn't believe that Jungkook was still so patient when it came to him. He knew he could be difficult even if he tried his best and he was happy that his lover didn't mention once giving up on their relationship.
More than half of their days were starting and ending with them cuddling on the same bed. They were spending a lot of time separated due to Jimin's uni and Jungkook's job but their relationship felt healthier than any they both ever experienced. The week passed without them even realizing and Saturday night sneaked on them so the pink-haired boy was currently looking at his boyfriend who was dressing one of his best suits.
Jungkook looked hot in formal clothes but he couldn't concentrate on that because worry was seeded inside his mind at the idea of them attending that BDSM party. He hasn't lied – he was sure he could handle it and he agreed to go because it wasn't fair for him not to grant such a small wish of his boyfriend but being surrounded by so many dominants reminded him of terrible memories. He was dressed in a simple long-sleeved white shirt and black pants that matched his collar perfectly, his hair styled messily.