"Strip or make out with me," Jungkook said blatantly while gazing intently into your soul with no apparent shame.
You're seated right next to your boyfriend, Taehyung, and Jungkook is telling you to make out with him all because you chose dare.
***...
And you could feel yourself getting wet already. You're not sure if it's your boyfriend's influence or just that you came home from the club a little tipsy.
He cuffs your right ankle to the leg cuffs then proceeds to do the same with your left.
You are helpless, stretched and tied against the wall like a noble piece.
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Standing, Jungkook approaches you, and even though he doesn't touch you, his warmth once more fills your body. You could only feel his creamy skin gliding on yours though your blindfolds conceal the view. After a little pause, he takes hold of your chin, raises your head, and gives you a discreet kiss.
You scowl as you contemplate why it makes you uneasy.
Jungkook runs his hand down your throat and across your chest, from your chin to your breast. He pulls on the cup of your bra with his thumb, releasing your breast from its restraint. He kisses your neck while grunting deeply in pleasure. His fingers trace a path to your breast with his lips, kissing and sucking.
Jungkook-k..." you moan at the pleasurable sensation, biting down on your lower lip.
His fingers reach your left breast and pull it free from your bra. You moan as he lightly tugs and teases both of your nipples until they are long and hard. He does this by sliding his thumb across your left nipple and enclosing his lips around your right one.
"Ah." You continue moaning. He does not halt. He builds up the intensity with great care. Sharp pleasure surges from your nipples to your crotch as you futilely struggle against your shackles. Even though you try to writhe, you can hardly move, which intensifies the pain.
"Ah- Jungkook." He starts again as you moan, repeatedly putting his delicious, painful touch on your nipples as he draws you closer.
"Please," You whimper.
You are left breathless, gasping for air, and wriggling against your bonds as he makes a deep, primal moan in his throat before leaving. He glides his hands down your sides, stopping for a moment on your hip before moving on to your belly.
"Keep still, baby." He murmurs softly. He gently cups your sex while running his thumb over your clitoris over your underwear, making you whimper. Then he walks away leaving you disappointed until you hear a buzzing noise.
No, No, No,
It's a vibrator! And you know exactly what he's planning to do.
"No..." you're scared but your nerves are begging for its contact against your sex.
"Don't be scared, princess," he soothes, and his lips are on your, effectively silencing you. You kiss him passionately, enjoying the softer, more private touch. Though as soon as he breaks the contact, the buzzing sound creeps closer. "It's just a vibrator...it'll only feel good against you hm?"
