Friendships Desires and Secrets

No Time to Say Hello-Goodbye

"I'm late?"
"You're late...late."
"I'M LATE!"
The realization drawn all over Amy's pretty face looked to be a mix of shock and terror. She looked sheepishly up at Jungkook, who was still pale.
"JK...I'm so sor-"
"Don't you dare!" He reprimanded sharply. "I'm not sorry. So you aren't going to beat yourself up. It's shit timing with everything going on, but it explains why you aren't sleeping." Jungkook shook his head, an amused smile spreading across his face. He squatted down and took her clammy hands. "Besides, there isn't another soul in this world that I would rather have a baby with." He swiped away a tear that was trailing down her nose with his index finger. He stood and wet a clean wash rag for her face, handing it to her. "We are going to have to figure out what I can and can't cook. Pishhhhh. Damn."
Amy cleaned her face as best she could after he had left to attend the dinner he had started. She brushed her teeth and looked in the mirror. How could she not have realized! She was so stressed with Alex leaving and Tara's condition...its no wonder she hadn't noticed. She twisted her hair in her fingers, trying to remember what all her mother had said about her own first term sicknesses and quirks.
Amy rinced her mouth again before daring to venture into the kitchen. All signs of the shrimp were absent, and Jungkook sat at the table with a bowl of ramen. There was a steaming pot on the stove. Amy's empty stomach growled. Without a word, Jungkook pushed his food to her. "Meogda." He commanded.
Amy immediately lifted his spoon and sipped the hot broth. Her stomach quieted. She took a few small bites and watched him move back into the kitchen.
"We are out of a few things." He muttered with his head in the fridge. Amy had barely looked up from the bowl when the apartment door closed with a solid click.
A full meal and a shower later, and Jungkook had still not returned. She had tried watching TV. She had tried laying down. She had even tried looking at Korean baby names, but every few seconds, she would glance at the door. She finally texted him.
A) you ok?
JK) pulling into the garage now. Sry
Amy tossed her phone and got up to help him carry everything in. He met her in the foyer and grinned.
"Here, let me help." She started to take some bags.
"I got it, princess." He looked amused.
"I can help, though."
"But you're not." His voice was slightly stern. "I could carry more, but there isn't anymore to carry." He said in a playful tone. "Except you!" And just to prove a point, he scooped her up bridal style and carried her back into the living area.
Amy giggled loudly as he plopped her down on his sofa and went to the kitchen. She watched him as he unbagged what looked like ginger ale, sprite, soup broths, and crackers. He also put some fruity looking tubs in the freezer. He came back to the sofa, tucking his fingers under her chin.
"Did I forget anything?"
"Well, I don't - I mean, I'm not sure, babe."
He bobbed his head for a second, then shook it at her before reaching in his pocket and depositing a large bottle in her hands.
"These are prenatal vitamins!"
"They are. And we should set you up with a doctor first thing tomorrow."
Amy hadn't been thinking about the health aspect of being pregnant, but JKs tone left no room for debate. He was probably thinking about Tara.

Tara.

Probably be best if she didn't know for now. She was thinking about calling Alex when Jungkook said something she didn't catch. "What, babe?"
"I said, how are you feeling now?"
"Perfectly fine. Why?"
"Good." Jungkook left the room, and when he returned, he was dressed only in black leather pants and a harness of similar material. The muscular sinews of  his arms and chest made it seem unimaginable that he could be so graceful when he moved, and as he did, the steel rings glinted. Amy's mouth went dry. "Come."
Amy stood immediately. She went into the bedroom, but he took her arm. "Not in there. Not for this." He led her down the hall to a locked room that he never went in. She had joked once that he had put all of the spare mattresses in there. She never mentioned it or thought of it after that.
He slid a key into the lock with a loud click. It almost sounded as though it was never opened. She peered into the darkness, her squinted eyes unable to focus on anything until he flipped on the soft purple lights. Amy gasped. "Fifty shades much?" She spun to face him.
"Unlike Christian Grey, I know how to use it." He smirked at the referral but remained unphased as he led her inside. "Now strip."
Amy took her clothes off and lay them on the table by the door. He came up from behind her and pulled her hair out of her face, tying it back with an elastic.
She shivered from anticipation but also wondered why he was just now letting her see this room. He knew she was kinky, so she was slightly confused. He saw her brows furrow.
"No one has been in here, Amy."
She looked at him, almost side-eyed.
"I mean it. I knew the woman I chose would have to meet the criteria before ever being allowed to see this." It wasn't said in a superior or condescending way. "Now turn around."
Amy turned, and the world went dark as a blindfold slipped over her eyes. She was lifted and placed on a mat. Her feet were cradled by it as he moved around her. She felt ropes and straps being tied and buckled all over her torso and legs. Then she was weightless. Legs pulled high and wide apart. Arms bound to her sides. A collar that was only slightly tight tugged her head toward the floor. Any movement to lift her head caused it to tighten. She felt something tickle her inner thighs, and when she struggled, her legs were pulled wider. "Don't make me buckle your knees, princess." JK's voice sounded husky and deep, like a growl.
"Yer, sir." Amy swallowed hard.
The tickles came again, and she whimpered. She felt something pinch her labia and felt a tugging at the pinch points as they were also spread apart. It wasn't painful until the tickling tendrils brushed her again. As soon as she tried to struggle, the pinch points bit down, keeping her firmly in place.
She could hear him sniff loudly, clearly satisfied with his handiwork.
His fingers brushed her core. "Already wet for me, baby girl? I think you like this."
"Y-yes, sir." Amy practically moaned.
He moved up by her head. She felt him wrap her hair around his hand and tug softly. "You're mine." He declared firmly. "Mine forever. Do you agree?"
"Yes! Jungkook, please. Yes! Forever."
He gave her hair another little tug and kissed her firmly. Every nerve in her body was already on fire, and as he deepened the kiss, she felt the wetness from her core, escape her skin, and fall to the ground below. She moaned into his mouth as he ravished it. He played with her tongue and gently bit her lips. He released her hair and moved back to her legs, checking the tension of the rigging.
He grazed the palms of his hands across her peeked breasts, teasing her taught before placing his kiss swollen lips around her clit. He sucked on it, swelling it before flicking it rapidly with his tongue. Amy wanted to thrash. She lifted her head and was immediately choked by the collar. She cried out when the choking sent a jolt into her clit. Her core clenched on nothing and Jungkook snickered. He sucked harder, grazing the swollen nub with his teeth then swirling his tongue all around it. Amy thrashed again, this time the electric current that shot through her body also made her cum. She heard a splatter on the mat below and screamed in overstimulation when he continued to suck her clit through the orgasm and beyond. He didn't relent when she tried desperately to close her legs, but tightened the straps around her thighs and calves. Amy's clit was burning, her core steadily dripping excitement. She knew he wouldn't be satisfied until she came again. It was too much. She wanted to pull away and just when she was about to safe-word, she exploded. In the blackness of her tightly squeezed eyes, hundreds of little sparkles popped and vanished.
"Mine." He growled as he stroked her inner thighs, her labia and finally her core. He circled the exterior slowly, stroking and admiring her body. He raised her slightly and she felt his fingers pulling her opening wider. Her body responded. Her core pulsed and contracted with need and aftershocks.
"Mine." He whispered. His tongue stroked her enterance. "Mmmmm so good princess." There was a click in the darkness and a humming began. After a few cord adjustments, she felt a vibe, barley touching her clit, and on a very low setting. It was still enough to cause her to jerk away. That's when she realized that it was strapped to her, and there was no escape.
"When you cum, I will turn it up. There are five settings. Do you understand?"
"Oh god! Yes sir. Ah..uuuun. Mmmmm." Her hips were rolling tring desperately to stop the contact with the vibe. He lowered her and his fingers moved from admiration to administration as he ground against her G-spot. He slipped them rapidly in and out of her drenched body. She climaxed quickly, screaming his name. She could feel herself slipping into subspace when he clicked the vibe up one level.
His fingers were filling her once again, curling and stroking her inside. His thumbs began teasing and rubbing a tiny spot that could have only been her pee hole, further increasing the pressure building. "That's it princess. Bare down on my fingers. Fuck Amy you are so tight right now."
Amy released again with a loud scream, her overstimulated clit throbbing. Jungkook clicked the vibe up again. She was completely in subspace now. Her mind was free from everything except the sensations shredding her will.
Jungkook unfastened his pants and pushed them just off his hips then thrust his ridged cock into her now even though he knew he probably wouldn't last long. She clenched around him, her wanton body pulling him deeper. He readjusted the vibe, making sure it was in direct contact with her clit. The flesh quivered.
He pulled back and slammed into her hard, the rigging jangled loudly. He pulled back and she let out a loud groan when he hammered into her again. He wiggled the vibe and was pleasantly surprised when she clamped down hard around his cock, a gush of cum spurting around him as he pushed back inside. "Such a good girl Amy." He praised before clicking to the next setting on the vibe. She whimpered brokenly and arced her hips up against the onslaught. "I'm going to fuck you hard baby." He grasped her hips and began thrusting rapidly. Sweat broke out all over his body as his efforts increased. "Fuck Amy! I'm already close. Cum with me princess! Cum now!"
Her body responded to his voice, clenching down on his spurting phallus as it emptied inside her. He continued to thrust until her walls milked his cock empty and had stopped pulsing. He switched off the vibe and slowly let her down, praising her and rubing her limbs the whole time. She heard but was deep under.
Finally detached from the rigging, he carried her to his bed and laid her out, curling next to her, petting her softly the whole time.
"Mine." He said yet again.
"Yes, yours." She whispered back.
"Yes. And I should have done this months ago. " He grabbed her hand and slipped a ring on her finger.