The Art of Revenge

Epilogue

"Shh, baby," Jungkook whispered sadistically into your ear, as his hand came to clamp over your mouth. You could feel the cool press of his wedding ring over your lips - the black onyx and gold band which was identical to the ring decorating your third finger. You couldn't see him above you - but you could feel him everywhere. There wasn't much space to escape him, even if you wanted. You were trapped in a tiny bunk near the back of the bus, which was driving through the night towards the final two stops on the tour. There was a bunk just above you, where Angelo was presumably fast asleep - although he had let you both know that your activities below him didn't always go undetected. Not like he could talk - you could faintly hear his groupie number four snoring next to him.

The curtains were pulled back, making navigating your small bed the equivalent of navigating a cave with no flashlight. But you knew his every muscle and ligament so god damn well you could write an encyclopedia about each one; and he could map every line and curve of your body with infallible detail from memory alone. You didn't need light. You just needed to feel.

You swore you could even feel the throbbing vein of his cock as it rubbed along the tightened chamber of your insides. His arms caged around you, his hands covering your mouth and twisting the flesh of your thigh. His weight was heavy over you, and his skin glided against yours in warm, soft passes. Every quiet rock of his body made you feel so incredibly consumed. This discreet way of sex had become so routine on the bus - and sure, some days you missed the lewd noises of skin on skin, and the perverted curses of Jungkook coming inside you - but you had grown to love more than just the erotic thrill of fucking in a bus full of sleeping people. Sex like this felt like the ultimate togetherness. Your outside felt owned and possessed by him, and your insides felt tight and full of him. Even fuller than usual, since you also had a Level-3 plug stuffed neatly into your pretty little ass.

"Mm," your second audible moan was muffled by Jungkook's palm over your mouth.

"Shh, baby," he whispered again, although he did nothing to help you. His hips rolled a heavy circle against yours, and you felt his cock swirl around inside you, and his pelvis roughly stimulate your throbbing clit. "You gotta be quiet, baby - just for a few more days."

He dragged himself down your chamber, then rocked his hips forward again, pressing even more of himself into your guts, and pushing your clit into a higher plane of tingling pleasure.

He released his hand over your mouth just as you wanted to moan again... it was a challenge to stay quiet, and not let Angelo or anyone else on the bus hear your pleasure.

"I can't wait to hear you scream my name again," he whispered into your ear. He was able to keep his voice quiet and level, but you could still hear the tiny ways it shook, signaling that his climax was also close. His lips then danced over yours, as he breathed in every little pant you made. "I haven't heard my slutty little wife scream my name since our wedding night."

You sniffed a smile against his mouth, remembering the night in question...

After a successful several shows in a seaside city, and with a days break before needing to rollout, you, Jungkook, the band, and all the band's significant others (some including significant others they had met ten minutes ago) took to the town to drink your faces off. You started with mimosas at breakfast, then moved to poolside margarita's, and strawberry mojitos with lunch. By mid-afternoon you found yourself at a miniature rave being held on a pier at the end of the boardwalk. You were feeling pretty good, standing amidst a crowd of technicoloured painted people dancing to trance, while you shoved your tongue down Jungkook's throat.

When you came up for air, he looked at you with that expression of his that you learned meant he had something crazy in mind. Over the music, along with the whistles the crowd had been handed, you didn't hear him the first time when he shouted, "Will you marry me?"

"What?" you shouted back, tilting your ear towards him so he could speak into it.

"Let's get married!" he cupped his mouth and shouted again.

"I don't know where Barry is!" you shook your head.

"No!," he looked both exasperated and amused. He then looked around him, and caught the eyes of a woman dancing nearby who was covered in a vast collection of boa's, bead necklaces, cheap bracelets and colorful plastic rings. He tapped her on the shoulder and she looked at him. He pointed to her rings, then pointed to his ring finger, then pointed at you. She got the message, and pulled a gaudy purple flower off her finger and handed it to Jungkook.

He turned back to you, then somehow, amidst the dense crowd, manage to take a knee before you.

"Marry me!" he yelled to you. You still couldn't hear him, but you didn't need to in order to figure out what was going on. The crowd around you took notice - although most didn't care - but when you unquestionably nodded your head and said "yes!" they all cheered, then went back to dancing while you went back to assaulting Jungkook's tongue.

Two hours later - you were married surrounded by the band and their travel companions, in a chapel even gaudy-er than your engagement ring - but by then, you and Jungkook had bought proper wedding rings.

The band surprised you with a wedding gift, which was one night in the honeymoon suite of a rather ritzy nearby hotel and casino. The room was insanely oversized, but you made use of every damn surface available to you. That night, you called your husband's name enough times that he should've been satiated until at least the end of the year.

Now, in your little bunk on the bus, you scratched your nails along Jungkook's back, and the muscles of your pussy spasmed around his cock as you recalled the night's highlights.

"Shi-" Jungkook almost swore as he felt your body try to milk him in.

"Shh, baby," you mocked his near slip with the way he had hushed you.

"Fuck," he lowered his voice, then thrusted himself deep inside you, pressed himself tight against you, enough to encourage your hips to raise slightly off the bed. He then reach beneath your body, and you shivered when you felt him tap at the plug that was stuffed into you just an inch from his cock. "I can't wait to fuck you here."

The muscles of your belly spasmed, as you felt the weird and wonderful feeling of sensation invading you from this new, uncharted place. The plug was thus far only there to prepare you for when you got home, which was only in a couple of days. After your wedding reception - which Hyejin had planned after she heard the news of your sudden marriage - and before you skipped off on your month long honeymoon trip, you had a small window in which you were going to give up a certain type of virginity to your husband.

In fact, your windows of lazing about the house and going on day adventures with each other - the way you had prior to the tour - were becoming limited. After you got home, after the reception at the restaurant where Hyejin and Abe got married, after the deflowering bum sex, after the honeymoon trip, after Christmas - in which you penciled in making love in front of the living room fireplace - you were officially opening up your own private accounting firm. You already had a long client roster, thanks to Hyejin and Mira spreading word around town (although you were afraid Mira was more so badgering people around town, but - hey, it worked.)

You had a busy life ahead of you, but it was also a laid-back life. It was a free life, but also one carefully planned. It was social and adventurous, but also valued solitude and peace. But most importantly, it was a life without secrets, vendettas, or resentment. It was a life of love, respect, partnership... and a whole lot of butt stuff.