vmin; obsession

four

hours passed since jimin has left him like this this.

jimin has never left his cherished kitten this long before, and being overstimulated like this began to hurt.

taehyung knew not to worry too much though.
they have talked about all of this at the very beginning.
they went over the rules and what to do if taehyung got too uncomfortable or he just couldn't take it

jimin was his master, yes, but he wasn't cruel to taehyung,

he always, always took care of his kitten.

maybe this was the reason taehyung trusted jimin so much. the one of many reasons why he couldn't come to hate him.

when taehyung finally heard the door creak open, he was so grateful.
the sound of jimin coming home to him giving him so much satisfaction.

his legs were shaking, anticipation grew, and his tears clouded his vision. this has probably been the earliest time jimin has ever come home from a dinner.

the first thing jimin noticed about taehyung was how he had ruined his panties.

"my kitten seemed to make a mess of himself, didn't he?"

all taehyung did was let out a groan in response.

"what did i say about using your words, baby?"

taehyung stuttered out.
"yes, i made a mess, master."

"how many times did you come?"

"I... I stopped counting."

jimin hummed in response, satisfied as he walked to taehyung. he first started turning off the vibrator and took it out slowly.

"do you think you can keep your hands off if I release the handcuffs?"

the younger responded with a bunch of nods and squirming his hands around. he honestly couldn't trust his voice, still feeling shaky. he also knew that jimin wouldn't approve of him just nodding.

and taehyung was right since he saw jimin glare at him, menacing eyes met taehyung's begging ones.

the older moved his hand down the panties and pulled out taehyung's member. he wrapped his ringed hand around it and locked eyes with taehyung.

jimin chuckled, a sinister look on his face.

"you want me to take off the hand cuffs...

yet you still disobey me,"

he whispered while slowly moving his hand.

up, down.

"when i say use your voice,
i mean
use.
your.
voice."

taehyung let out a choked moan when he felt jimin speed up the pace of his hands. he moved his legs around trying to find a better, comfortable position.

"maybe, you really don't deserve it."

jimin spread taehyung's legs and moved his lips right above the head of taehyungs length. he licked the head, and felt taehyung tense up, sampling the taste of taehyung's precum

jimin let out a chuckle before pressing a small kiss to taehyung's agitated cock.

—

"let the real fun begin."