Good boys get rewarded.

Cow-t 10, M2, prompt: BDSM.

Today is the day.
Finally, Jimin was going to cum after a month of chastity.
But he knew more than well it wasn’t over.
Through their relationship, he learnt how to give up control, which it means that if Yoongi said he would have a real orgasm today, it was true, but it also meant he would edge him to foolishness and then gave him the orgasm of his life… until next time of course.
Yoongi took him to their house in Jeju island for this occasion specifically.
It was hard to get time just the two of them, their manager try to keep the group together as much as they could but Namjoon barricaded himself into his studio to write his new song, Jungkook, Teahyung and Seokjin went back to their families for the weekend and Hoseok was feeling sick. So they were all alone. The night before Yoongi fucked him hard on the couch whispering him the dirtiest things. It felt so good that Jimin passed out towards the end, he woke briefly when Yoongi tucked him under the blankets before snuggling in the bed and hugging him close.
He woke up alone in the bed. The plug Yoongi pushed in him the day before weakly vibrating. He felt horny as hell, stars know for how long it had been on. A note on the nightstand informed him he had to wash himself at the best of his possibilities and that he was allowed to take out the plug only during the shower but it had been back in it place by the time he walked out of the bathroom.
Jimin showered with the plug vibrating in the background on the towel where he left it.
In the closet there was another note waiting for him, he couldn’t wear anything, so he walked down the stair naked with only his cage and his collar on.
He felt so exposed like anyone could see.
Yoongi was cooking with the music on. Jimin got closer hesitant to startle but luckily Yoongi noticed him.
“Jimin!” He turned off the music and cradled him in a hug. He kissed him slowly grabbing his ass. Jimin moaned as his finger toyed with the plug pushing it against his prostate.
“Did you sleep well?” Yoongi asked breaking the kiss, he wouldn’t leave the plug alone but he acted all innocent.
“Yes.” Said Jimin fidgeting in his hold. Finally, he let go of him.
“Perfect, I have your breakfast ready, sit down.”
Jimin looked unhappy at the hardwood chairs. He was going to feel vibrations even more.
“What are you waiting, hurry up or it will get cold.” Yoongi knew obliviously. He planned all of this. He sat slowly to not push too much pressure on the plug altogether.
“Here you go, eat out.” He made pancakes with honey, Jimin’s favourite. He smiled, it was because of these little things that he felt in love with him.
Then the vibration went up.
He looked betrayed to Yoongi which was cutting his pancake without flinching.
No controller was in sight, keeping up the pretending there wasn’t a scene going on.
Since Yoongi cooked Jimin started doing dishes as soon as he was done eating. The plug was still vibrating and his cock was tight into a cage. His collar put a comforting pressure around his neck. It felt so nice to slowly sunk into submission, leaving his hands working in autopilot while his mind drifted.
He heard Yoongi stood and move closer, his hands brushing around his waist.
A wet kiss was left on his nape followed by gentle suction, he couldn’t leave marks but his want was so strong that Jimin’s legs trembled.
A moan left his lips as he held to the counter to support their weight.
Yoongi hands slid around and one of them found his nipple as the other one fondled his caged dick. The trail of kisses descended along his shoulder with just a hint of teeth. Yoongi growled kicking Jimin’s legs apart slightly; the poor boy could feel the other erection pressed against his back his jeans scraping against his exposed ass as Yoongi ground himself against him.
The hands around him suddenly made him turn and Yoongi’s lips were on his. He moaned in the kiss letting the tongue in his mouth, his hands gripping his shirt.
Lost in the kiss he regained conscience about Yoongi’s hands when they closed around his butt, hard, and in a moment he lifted him in the air. Yoongi was well built and he always kept himself in shape with dance training and weight lift. More than enough to sustain Jimin small frame as he took some step toward the tight space just near the fridge; they always left it usually free of items which turn out to be really convenient at that moment.
“Gonna fall.” Said Jimin, his stomach tight in anticipation, His body squeezed between the pantry and Yoongi.
“Then I better hold you tight!” His grip on his ass tightened and Jimin moaned throwing his head back. In that position the strong vibrations were pressing on his prostate, it was unbearable.
“Please…”
“Please what? Should I let you go? Do you want more?” Yoongi had a feral grin and pressed his hands against the other’s chest, slowly teasing his nipples with his thumbs. It seriously turned him on the way Jimin always felt so small in his hands, not to mentions his look. He was glancing at him his head resting against the pantry with his eyes half-closed. His breath coming in broken and his whole body all flushed up by arousal.
He could play with him for hours but he needed to take the edge off.
Lust curling in his stomach made him impatient and he pressed his hips ups to hurry Jimin.
The poor boy bitted his lips muffling another moan.
“Please, need you.”
“Ooooh, suddenly feeling shy? You are lucky I’m feeling forgiving today.” He closed his lips on his right nipple sucking on the pink button has his opened his trousers letting them fall enough to free his erection.
He was too riled up to wait, he was going to take Jimin apart later.
He found the plug taking it out and throwing blindly behind him. Something crushed but he couldn’t care less as he pushed apart Jimin’s buttocks and thrust up firmly.
Jimin screamed as Yoongi’s cock dug his way inside him.
Yoongi grunted as he was fully sat inside, his ball pressed against his rim. He seriously risked coming on the spot. He was never going to get used on Jimin sensation around him.
As he had his orgasm under control he rested with his head buried in Jimin’s neck his little moans directly in his hear. He loved all the little noises he made in bed…or on the counter in this particular occasion.
Feeling a little more in control he kissed the neck starting a pace, without never really took it out but giving strong little thrust aiming for that spot inside Jimin which made the blond’s toe curl.
Jimin let his head fall back hitting the wood. He felt so dirty, and at the same time vulnerable, exposed. He was naked on the kitchen counter, his legs wrapped around Yoongi’s waist, his lover deep inside him.
Yoongi’s thrusts were faster now his moans deep has he pistoned inside him.
Suddenly he took it out completely and grabbed his tights.
“How about we test your flexibility?” Jimin was really flexible, which Yoongi loved, but he was also really careful to not hurt him in the way it could affect his job. He hooked his arms under his knees to let him understand what he had in mind.
Jimin gave him a mischievous smile as he nodded.
He was going to be the death of him.
He threw his legs over his shoulders, bending Jimin’s body in a sort of awkward half folded position, his foots curling in the air over them as he thrust all the way back in.
“Oh God! YOONGI!” Jimin was scrambling under him, it was too much. Yoongi reinforced his hold on him to prevent him falling as he fastened his pace, he was close and the way Jimin was trembling around hie cock was maddening.
Their cries filled the house as Yoongi spilt deep inside of him.
“Fuck…” Yoongi hard breathing ruffled Jimin’s hair.
“You just did that.” Answered the blond fighting the need to come. It was the hardest part of being in chastity, the moment just after Yoongi orgasm, when he had to remember he it wasn’t going to happen to him as well, not yet.
“It’s just the beginning.” Yoongi lifted his chin to kiss him softly.
And it was.
“Yoongi…”
“Sssh, what did I told you? No speaking during the movie, be good.” He left a kiss on his shoulder and Jimin bitted the inside of his cheek.
Yoongi let him rest on the couch as he cleaned after their intercourse. When the kitchen was all clean and sparkling again he put on a cartoon and sat on the couch.
Then he guided Jimin on his lap and after a little round of groping he pushed himself inside again.
And that was it.
He didn’t start fucking him, he just let himself stay buried deep inside Jimin. During advertising he took his sweet time kissing him intensely, teasing his body, but he didn’t push.
He made Jimin his personal cock warmer.
They did it before, but Jimin was left so aroused by the hard fuck he was given after breakfast that he was having problems sitting still.
Every time he was fidgeting too much on his lap or when he started pleading Yoongi would give him a smack and a shush.
Finally, the credits rolls on the screen and Yoongi suddenly is thrusting in him with long deep stroke. He is not going to last after one hour and a half that he passed sitting in the tight body of his boyfriend.
He tears his head away, a little breathless, leaning back and peering down between their bodies, down past Jimin’s amazing, sleek back arched in pleasure; to his tight, round, perfect ass, to his hole stretched wide around his dick, sliding in and out of the trembling body. Jimin got tears in his eyes, somehow the knowledge that he is going to come at some point during the day but not when makes the waiting excruciating.
Yoongi speeded up with a grunt and a bite to Jimin’s shoulder. He grabbed a firmer hold on Jimin’s tights and fucked up into him hard.
He was a vision jumping on Yoongi’s lap, riding him, back pressed right up to Yoongi’s chest, head lolling onto his shoulder.
With a low grunt, Yoongi empties himself and proceed to kiss his frustration away.
Afterwards, he carried him in the bedroom they have been sharing. Usually, they need to sneak around but alone in the house they don’t have to worry about being found out or decency.
As a matter of fact, Jimin hardly wore anything, making good use of the warm weather.
Yoongi prepared a hot bath with bubbles. He took his place behind Jimin and cuddled him for a long time whispering how good how was and how much he loved him for giving him control. That his submission was the most precious things in the world, coming second only to Jimin himself.
Jimin drank in his words was almost glowing by the time he trailed down on his body to clean him.
During this month he took off the cage a couple of time to wash him properly and to make sure it wasn’t causing any damage, but he didn’t this time. Jimin was so on edge he didn’t want him to cum for just the sensation of the sponge cleaning his crotch.
He had plans.
Jimin gave him everything and more agreeing to this long scene and he was going to give everything back.
When his insides were clean and the blond was once again all flushed and aroused by his long fingers, he helped him drying. He took him up in bridal style, deaf to his protests and lowered him on the sheets.
“Now I will take the cage off.” He declared and the boy whimpered in anticipation, “but before you cum I will play with you a little. You were amazing this whole month and I wouldn’t be disappointed if you say no now. I would still give you the best orgasm, is totally up to you, you have the power just tell me what you want.” He sat on his talons waiting as the blond bite his lower lip in indecision. His look was dark with lust, he was desperate to come, but he also wanted to submit one final time.
Slowly he nodded and Yoongi crocked his head, “you need to tell me what you want babe.”
“I’ll come when you let me.” He said his breathing heavy just by the thought.
Yoongi covered him with his body taking over his mouth. He licked his lips ask for entry and Jimin opened them with a moan, his small hands hooking behind his back. Jimin loved that kind of kisses: arousing but not necessarily sexual, full of love and meant to convey feelings so deep that could be hardly put into words. When Yoongi kissed him like that he felt like the only guy in the world, like something priceless meant to be treasured. It was because all of this and much more that he submitted to Yoongi, that he felt safe when he spanked him or teased him to madness, he also didn’t mind if the whole world found out their relationship if he still get to be embraced like that.
The kiss left him panting open-mouthed, Yoongi kissed his face all over and then his mouth again before reaching for the nightstand. He putted on there the box that it had been the holder for a small key over the past month. There was to copy of that key. One in Jimin’s wallet and another one in the wooden box, Yoongi insisted for him to carry one of the copies if any emergency occurred or if Jimin felt like he needed to safe word for any reason and he wasn’t around.
Yoongi took the chain with the key out but he didn’t unlock him right away. Instead, he fasted the necklace around his neck and smile at Jimin’s frown.
“We are not done with the preparations.”
He walked over their wardrobe and took out another box, often present in their scenes. It was where they kept all of their toys and the ropes.
Jimin blushed.
Yoongi had that hungry expression that only came out when he had something especially sadistic in mind.
He took his sweet time considering items inside the box while to blond squirmed, still prone. More than once he took out a toy pondering as he looked back and forward between his boyfriend and the object just to make him sweat a little. They didn’t have the biggest collection, just some stuff they could easily carry around as they travelled.
Furthermore, Jimin was quite sure that Yoongi already knew what he wanted from this scene since he had a whole month to think about it. Even though he humoured him, letting himself react spontaneously by his show.
In the end, the box went on the floor and Yoongi got closer on the big bed with a set of ropes.
They were red, a dark one. Yoongi dyed them himself until they reached the exact shade he wanted. One which would stand out on Jimin creamy skin tone in contrast.
He led the blond up making him standing to have better access to his whole figure. By the way Yoongi saw it, bondage wasn’t just a way to spice up the things in the bedroom, but it was also a work of art.
He bent the rope in two half of the same lent as he walked around Jimin occasionally caressing him.
“Tell me love, which one is your safe word?”
Jimin leaned in the touch as his fingers brushed against his cheek.
“Peach.”
Yoongi gave him a brief kiss on the lips as he passed the rope over his head, making sure the bight was between his shoulder blades.
Kissing his way down he made three more knot leaving spaces between them as a base for the karada. He took some extra rope before doing the fourth knot, he found out that Jimin was especially sensitive just behind his balls, which was great because even with an easy bind, as the karada, which usually was more decorative, it got him really aroused. He made him part his legs to set the knot just on that spot and as he bringt the rope up on the other side he tensed it until Jimin didn’t let out a small moan, his hands clenching. Yoongi learnt how to read him like a book and he took a moment to kiss his shoulder as he made the rope pass the bight before starting the final passage. Pressing himself against his back he formed the diamond shape making the rope pass in the slots on the front and he tied the final knot just over Jimin tail bone.
He walked around him appreciating how the rope was well tied. That night Jimin was going to have beautiful marks.
He passed the fingers around a knot and dragged Jimin against his body to kiss him. He melted in his embrace moaning as he pulled the rope a little to put pressure on the knot between his legs.
Soon he was going to scream.
Yoongi made him lie on the bed again taking his arms up, he formed the diamond shape on the outside making sure to not cut off the bloodstream. He made a simple knot around his wrists and tied them on the headboard.
Kissing every inch of skin he went down to tie his feet to the bottom of the bed making a simple diamond’s binding also on the legs.
Then he took the key.
It was about time.
As the lock came undone and he was free from the cage Jimin adorable cock hardened with no stimulation. So sensitive that he was going to explode by the smallest thing.
He stared in awe as Jimin laid there all wrapped as a gift for him to open. His glassy eyes blinded by need.
He wished he could take a photo, but he would never. Even if they were extra careful a photo would be too much of a risk.
He licked his lips when his wandering look met Jimin cock. It was smaller than his, pink and cute, and by far Yoongi’s favourite treat.
He circled the base with his fingers tightening them enough to make sure Jimin wouldn’t come right away then he simply swallowed to the hilt. Jimin let out a scream because of the sudden stimulation and Yoongi bobbed his head a couple of time, drawing all kind of sounds from Jimin.
When his whippers got stronger he stopped but Jimin kept thrusting his hips up, but Yoongi tight fingers around him didn’t leave him any chance to come.
When his orgasm subsided he let him go and grabbed the lube, he let it fall directly between his legs, making a little bit of a mess but the way Jimin jumped was totally worth it. He blew on the liquid and he was rewarded by an animal sound.
He dragged his finger over the hard length then down pressing a little on the knot, just enough to drive Jimin crazy, then his fingers reached for the rope, sliding it a little on the side revealing Jimin’s hole, still red for all the fucking they had been doing since the morning.
He teased it a little before sliding in the first finger. He had so much experience in finding Jimin’s prostate that he landed it on the first try but he receded to pocking around.
With the other hand, he pressed one finger on Jimin’s cock, just under the head pressing it down and then letting it jump up. Jimin whined.
He added a second finger and closed his fingers around the hardness ready for another edging. He stater with small strokes teasing his prostate from inside. When Jimin got closed he took his hands away, waiting for him to calm down then he skimmed two fingers up that rigid length, feeling it lift to meet his touch as it had its own consciousness. Jimin’s breath hitched, his wrists and ankles writhing against the bounds but Yoongi was good with knots.
“Yoongi!” He screamed close and he let go of him with a sadistic smile.
Jimin swore: “Let me cum!”
“Not yet.”
He lowered under his cock sucking briefly his balls with not real intent then moved on the side. He bitted down into the meat of Jimin’s tight, a few inches above his fingers still tucked deep in Jimin’s body, leaving another mark. He licked him greedily, tasting the salt of Jimin’s sweat and the musk of his body, the plastic taste of the lube.
Jimin was going mad.
He need to come!
Like yesterday!
But Yoongi was too busy lapping around to do something about. Then the pressure on his prostate came back, together with the hand around him.
A short glance told him that Yoongi was grinning just over his erection, his tongue giving small licks to the head as he pumped him furiously, His fingers drawing circles on that bulb inside him. His whole body rocked up and down from the force of the waves of pleasure crashing over his body. The pleasure coursing through him was almost too much and he could feel himself reaching his climax. He was so close… this time nothing was going to stop him.
He could feel it, bubbling in his stomach, his release, just needed one more push and he would release. He was so fucking close, it was painful. Right when he was about to explode, he thrust forward into nothing. He arched up screaming his lungs out.
His body is so pained that he can’t do anything but cry out, loudly, expressing his dissatisfaction in a jumble of sounds as he desperately pushed up.
But it was too late. His orgasm slid behind his reach, his heart jumping into his chest. Tears were running down his cheeks.
After a minute Yoongi’s fingers caressed him on the tight. He was almost tempted to retract from his touch, he couldn’t bear another ruined orgasm, he rather stopped there than be edged another time.
His safe word heavy in his mouth, just begging to be set free. To end that torture.
The gentle caress kept going. Yoongi’s touch comforting, even through the pain.
When he calmed down a little Yoongi lowered on him again, kissing his belly button.
Something bigger was pocking his entrance and slowly get in. Jimin held his breath, it was a dildo, hard to say which one by his position but it was big. Yoongi slowly pushed it in all the way, it took forever but finally, the massive toy was deep inside him.
His boyfriend gave a tentative stroke on his dick and he moaned. Then he turned on the vibrations.
Jimin screamed trying to get away from the toy but it was useless, he could just take it.
Yoongi put extra pressure on the toy keeping it firmly against his prostate.
His mouth joined his hand around his cock and slowly lowered until Jimin’s erection met the back of his throat then he felt Yoongi relax his muscle around him to push it even deeper.
He was screaming so hard that he was going to be voiceless the day after but he couldn’t care less.
He was going to come Yoongi didn’t give any signs to slow down this time he took him deep as he could and suddenly turned the toy to the maximum intensity.
His orgasm rushed over his legs like a tsunami. The intensity with which he ejaculated stealth his very reason for a while and the world fades away in whiteness. It went on for what felt like and eternity, his body angled in a weird way spasming in pleasure. Yoongi drank it all fondling his balls with the other hand, sucking him strongly to make sure he milked him to the last drop.
Jimin fall back on the sheets painting hard, whining for the over-stimulation.
Yoongi let his, now soft, dick out of his mouth with a pop and took out the toy.
He was painfully hard himself.
He quickly freed his cock stroking himself spurting hard over Jimin’s boneless figure, dead to all five senses, and any kind of thought.
Jimin came back to consciousness slowly. It felt like emerging from waters.
His body was heavy and warm. Slowly he opened his eyes, it took a real effort, his eyelids were like pasted.
“Back with me?” Yoongi voice near his ear made him smile. It was stuffed with affection and just a drop of concern. “Jimin?”
“Mmmm?”
“How are you feeling? Can you talk?” Jimin tried to say something but his voice just wouldn’t come out.
“It’s ok,” Yoongi kissed his temple, “take you time, but can you drink a bit? For me?”
A bottle was pressed on his dry lips and he suddenly realised he was thirsty like hell, but Yoongi let him drink just a little sip.
“Slowly.” He said, “Ill give you more in a minute, do you feel pain somewhere?”
Jimin made a quick overview. He didn’t fell the ropes around him anymore, probably he slept through Yoongi unbinding him and cleaning because he didn’t feel sticky either. He shook his head a little.
“Good.” He gave him another sip of water and keep stroking his hair, his face and his chest. He was naked as well to maximize skin contact. He knew very well that Jimin was needy after an intense scene like the one they had. He didn’t want to see him never in a sub drop so he hugged him kissing him softly on the neck, he gave him more water made sure he was well tucked under the blanket.
After a while, Jimin called for him.
“Yoongi…” he said weakly and he smiled at him.
“Tell me, baby boy, do you need anything?”
He shacked his head, the words still hard for him.
“Was I good?” He said stumbling over the words.
“Oh dear, you were perfect! You always are. So good for me, you make me the luckiest guy on this Earth.”
Jimin hummed happily snuggling his face in his neck. Yoongi held him close letting himself slid into sleep now that he was sure that his loved boyfriend was okay.

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