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“Alright, we have about ten minutes left. How are you and Jimin doing?” The woman in the large, black chair asked. Jungkook continued to sniffle into his tissue before he gave her a smile and relaxed back onto the sofa.
“We’re doing good. He went shopping with Taehyung yesterday but he didn’t show me what he got so I think he got me a surprise,” Jungkook commented, tossing the tissue into the trash bin and rubbed at his wet eyes.
“Him not showing you doesn’t worry you at all? Does it give you any anxiety?” She asked, not a single drop of judgment in her tone as she wrote down on her paper tablet.
“No.” He shook his head, surprisingly confident in his answer. “No, I trust him.”
It hadn’t been his idea to get a therapist. After Jimin and him began to work on their problems, Jimin quickly realized he had a lot on his own. He always insisted that he wanted to be the best boyfriend for Jungkook, and that involved figuring out how to deal with his past rather than suppressing it. So with a lot of research he found a therapist, who was outspokenly sex positive and supportive of the LGBT community, which was important to Jimin if he was going to be totally honest with her.
It hadn’t been overnight, but with time Jungkook was able to recognize a change in Jimin. He seemed more confident in his feelings for Jungkook, and even in Jungkook’s feelings for him. He never stopped apologizing for how he acted during their last fight, but as time went on it was less out of guilt, and more out of honesty.
After one particularly difficult day, Jungkook crawled up into Jimin’s arms on his bed and whispered that he thought he might need help too. By the time they fell asleep, Jungkook had an appointment with who Jimin’s therapist said was a trusted colleague. She too, had the same progressive views and experience dealing with clients coming from difficult family situations. It had been over two months since his first appointment, and he already had a million revelations about his life.
“Well, I’m always happy to hear that,” She agreed, flipping through her notepad before she brightened up. “I just remembered you have a special appointment this week, don’t you? Are you still wanting to try out medication?”
Jungkook nodded sheepishly and tugged his lower lip between his teeth as he looked at the floor. “Yeah, I think it could help.”
“I think so too,” The doctor said, giving her client a sympathetic smile. “Jungkook, I promise there is nothing wrong with being on medication. Therapy helps with trauma, and I see us making a lot of progress, but sometimes those issues are more than just what happens in life and medication can really help. There is nothing to be ashamed of.”
Jungkook had struggled heavily upon realizing a lot of his issues didn’t stem from his childhood, but were instead amplified by it. It was a lot of remembering things he hadn’t remembered in years and looking over the symptoms his family members had before him. He tried not to feel fucked up, and it was getting easier, but it still made him feel like a freak sometimes.
“It’s just a big adjustment, and I don’t think I want to tell my family until I know I’m staying on them,” He sighed, and she nodded, seeming to write that down as well.
“Well, I think you’re doing great. You should be proud of yourself, you’re doing well. Let’s schedule your next appointment, hmm?”
Jimin looked like a model waiting for him, of course. His black sunglasses hid his eyes even inside as he read a magazine. At the sound of footsteps he lifted his head and instantly his lips parted into a wide grin.
“Hey Baby, How’d it go?” He asked gently, standing up and instantly wrapping an arm around Jungkook’s waist. The younger man was always a little more fragile after his appointments and Jimin could sympathize.
“Good, I can tell you all about it later,” Jungkook preened, leaning into his boyfriend heavily as they walked out into the parking lot together. The ground was still wet from the rain, the warm spring mists doing well to melt the last remaining bits of snow.
The second the two were seated in the car, Jungkook lifted his arms so Jimin could lean over the console and buckle him into the seat. The dominant grinned as he did so and pressed a kiss to the other’s temples before he buckled his own seat belt and began to drive back towards his apartment.
The hand that had once been so busy drumming against his own thigh, how drummed against Jungkook’s. The firm weight of his palm warmed him and he grinned as the younger man seemed to only relax more under his touch.
Upon Jimin’s insisting, they had taken their reunion extremely slow. They’d gone on dates and spent time in a more traditional way before Jungkook practically pleaded Jimin for another scene. The man had then explained that he wanted to take it slow, and wanted to make sure the romantic part of their relationship was strong enough to not be overshadowed by their BDSM dynamic. Jungkook hadn’t fully agreed, he argued that he knew he loved Jimin while they were dom and sub, but still agreed to continue taking it slow.
It was only after an extremely stressful day in class that Jungkook drove straight to Jimin’s apartment and kneeled right at his doorway. That night Jimin had spanked him and let him kneel until his legs ached before he cuddled him into the night. The next morning, both men were happier than they had been in a while, and both agreed that their dynamic only brought them closer, unlike how Jimin theorized. That was another thing that the older man was learning to work through, that his past relationships and his relationship with Jungkook were entirely different entities.
Jimin kept a small hand on Jungkook’s lower back as they walked up to his apartment. The blonde went to pull out his keys only to be beat by Jungkook, a wide grin on the younger man’s face as he got to use the spare key to Jimin’s apartment that he received only three days ago. He’d nearly cried when Jimin gave it to him, only to actually cry when Jimin joked around about what his reaction would be when he proposed.
Just as Jungkook was going to walk into the living room, no doubt going to finish the show they had been watching, Jimin reached out and grabbed him by the bicep, tugging him back. Jungkook shivered instantly at the hot breath that met the delicate skin of his neck.
Jimin’s hands dragged down from his arms to his hips as he pulled him back again, resting his chin on the taller man’s shoulders.
“Hyungie has a surprise for you, would you like to play?” His voice was teasing, a dangerously playful lilt to it.
“Yes, Hyung,” Jungkook breathed out and swayed where he was standing as Jimin pulled away.
There was a sound of rustling before fabric hit Jungkook’s closed eyes and he let out a quiet gasp.
“Did you have that in your pocket the whole time?” He asked incredulously, Jimin’s laughter being the first response.
“Of course, Baby. Color, please?”
“Green, Hyung!” He all but gushed, and blushed deeply as he stumbled when Jimin nudged him forward. The dominant caught him quickly though, tugging him back and kept a firm hand on his hip as he led him down the hall to Jimin’s bedroom.
He allowed himself to be guided and maneuvered until his shins hit the side of the mattress. Slowly and carefully he was led onto his knees on the mattress, turning around to face what hopefully was Jimin’s direction. He crossed his legs and settled his fidgeting hands into his lap. The silence was deafening in the room, and just as Jungkook began to feel that uncomfortable itch that told him to reach out and seek his dom he felt a gentle touch to his throat. Relaxing instantly, he sighed out softly as Jimin trailed his soft fingertips up the expanse of his throat until he reached his jaw. He pinched his chin lightly, holding the younger man still as he leaned down to press a feather light kiss to his lips.
“I adore you,” the dominant confessed, watching with fondness as the pink flush covering Jungkook’s cheeks traveled down his neck and underneath the collar of his shirt.
Slowly and gently, Jimin began to help the man undress. His soft hands caressed and explored over every inch of skin that was unveiled until Jungkook found himself completely naked, save for the blindfold wrapped around his head.
“Baby, I want you on your hands and knees for me. Can you handle doing that or do you need Hyung to help you?” The voice was reassuring, and Jungkook could feel the presence of hands beside him as he said he could handle it himself. Once he was successfully on his hands and knees, he patted around looking for the pillows. Upon finding them he scooted up closer and leaned down to rest his head on them, arching his back invitingly as he swayed his hips in the air.
He was rewarded with a playful smack to his ass, and the submissive yelped, flushing even further at the sound of Jimin’s laughter. The bed beneath him sunk down as he felt the dominant climb onto it, his heart beginning to race in his chest. Jimin reached around him to grab at one of the pillows and put it on the mattress underneath Jungkook’s hips. He slowly guided the submissive to rest his lower weight on the cushion and took his wrists in his hands, pulling them behind his back.
“Color, dearest?”
“Green, Hyungie,” He mumbled into the pillowcase and his breathing hitched when he felt the familiar feeling of soft rope being tied around his wrists. They hadn’t played much with restraints since resuming their play, that was primarily decided by Jimin. He didn’t like the idea of cutting off many senses from the man, fearing that Jungkook would think he was going to leave again. Of course the younger man knew he would never leave like that, especially during a scene, but he had indulged in the slow pace back to their own normal.
He felt the warm breath on his skin return, only it traveled from the back of his neck down past his shoulders. Jimin was kneeling behind him no doubt, his hands gripping at Jungkook’s bare waist. Jungkook shivered at the feeling of something cold against his back, instantly recognizing it as the necklace he had given Jimin months ago. He relaxed into the feeling, warmth filling his chest at the thought.
He was startled out of his own thoughts when he felt the ghost of Jimin’s plump lips against his back, kissing a path down his hot skin until they reached the curve of where his back met his ass. Shivering with anticipation, he nearly lets out a whine when he feels Jimin parting his cheeks and pressing in close, until his breath washes over the puckered rim. Within seconds Jimin was licking into him.
Jungkook cried out, his hips jumping until Jimin pulled one of his hands back and landed a harsh, warning smack on his ass. After that he tried his best to keep his body still, but desperately wanted to give in to the pleasure that surrounded him.
He wanted to be a good boy more though, Jimin spoiled him with affection and understanding, and a firm hand that Jungkook adored. He could be good for him, he could earn all the praises he would be granted with throughout the night.
Jimin, ever in tune with his baby, pulled away to bite gently at his cheek, grinning when Jungkook whined and went to move away.
“Ah ah ah, come back here Baby. You’re doing so well for me.”
Jungkook couldn’t help but melt under the affection and quickly nodded, a string of spit falling from his aware lips. “Baby will be good for hyungie, I promise. Wan’ be a good boy.”
“Oh Koo,” Jimin hummed, fondness heavy in his tone. “You’re such a good boy, my golden boy.”
With that he went back to Jungkook’s ass, successfully shocking any sort of response out of the submissive as he writhed and pushed back onto his tongue. The room was filled with filthy noises, between the sound of Jungkook’s whines and the slick noises of Jimin’s tongue against his skin. Eventually Jimin seemed to deem Jungkook worked up enough, leaning over him to open up the drawer to his nightstand. He grabbed the bottle of lube before looking at the condoms, considering whether or not he wanted to go through the clean up process tonight.
Jungkook seemed to decide for him, however. “Hyung, come inside of me! I wanna feel it.”
It was no secret that he was clingier on his therapy days, wanting to stay connected with Jimin for as long as possible. Jimin had a sneaky suspicion that the new, jeweled plug that sat in their nightstand wouldn’t be lying unused for long. He refocused his attention on his submissive and Jungkook jumped at the cold feeling of his dominant’s lubricated fingers pressed against his messy rim.
Jimin instantly pressed in two digits, knowing the man was still opened up from the night before. That, and of course his submissive liked the pain. He twisted his fingers before pulling them back, watching his own actions mesmerized as he scissored them apart. Jungkook pushed back against the fingers, whining heavily against the spit and tear soaked pillow.
“You’re such a little whore, look at this greedy hole. You just want more and more, don’t you?” Jimin asked with a teasing sneer. The brunette moaned at the mean tone and nodded, his eyes rolling back as he felt the fingertips brush against his prostate.
“I’m a whore, ‘m your whore,” He whimpered desperately.
Jimin let out a dark chuckle at that, fingering him faster as he added a third. His free hand rained down smacks on alternate sides of his ass, watching with avid fascination as the skin turned bright red. His baby always blushed and bruised so easily. The contrast of reds and purples looked so pretty against his tan skin, Jimin wondered if one day he could photograph him.
Soon, Jungkook grew impatient and the pace he set to fuck himself down on Jimin’s fingers only grew more frantic. If he didn’t stop now, Jungkook would be asking to come soon. Jimin pulled his hand away, ignoring the sob of protest that left the submissive. He slicked up his thick cock, reveling in the way Jungkook shivered and jolted as he slapped the wet head on top of his hole.
His hands traveled all over Jungkook’s back and arms, as if he was trying to memorize every cure, every scar, every beauty mark, that the man had. It was a habit he had picked up in the time he and Jungkook had become sexual, and he wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon.
Jimin pushed in slowly, admiring the way Jungkook fought against the restraints, desperate to either touch Jimin or grab at the sheets. Setting a slow pace, he thrusted his way into his body. He leaned over the submissive, and Jungkook sank under the weight against his back. He adored the feeling, allowing it to ground him as he focused on the friction between his thighs and Jimin’s lips pressed against his shoulder blade.
“Color, Baby,” he reminded the submissive and Jungkook let out a breathy whine.
“Green, Hyung. I’m so green.”
At that Jimin increased his pace, his hip bones dug into the tender skin of Jungkook’s ass and he gave way into the subtle reminder of pain. His hands curled in together as they desperately tried to cling to anything despite their restrained state. Jungkook whined with each thrust as his cock finally got the delicious friction it needed against the pillow. One of Jimin’s hands stayed on the small of his waist while the other traveled up to his hair, curling his fingers in the black locks and pulled him back onto his cock.
His dick hit Jungkook’s prostate with every thrust, punching out sighs of pleasure. Soon though, Jimin pulled out causing the younger man to put up a fuss, trying to open his eyes even despite the blindfold and wiggling his hips.
“Hyungie, come back!” He cried, desperately wanting to get rid of the empty feeling that plagued him.
“Shh,” the dom soothed. His gentle hands made work of untying his wrists before he turned him onto his back. Jimin admired the way his legs splayed over his own, how his hands were fallen by his covered face and the fond mess that was his hair spilled over the pillow.
Jungkook seemed to know it was his time to wait patiently and allow Jimin to provide him instruction, unless he wanted to be punished. He hissed between his teeth when he felt the brush of Jimin’s hands over his cock, his hands grasping desperately at the sheets.
He heard the menacing chuckle fall from Jimin’s lips and relaxed further as the man took his wrists into his hands and began tying them to the headboard. His wrists ached, but it was the welcome kind of pain, one that grounded him and wouldn’t last the rest of the day. Jimin’s hands rubbed down his arms as they came to cradle his face, his thumb brushed over Jungkook’s spit-slick lips and the submissive couldn’t help but part them, hoping desperately for something to suckle on.
Jimin granted his wish, slipping in his index and middle finger, pressing down against Jungkook’s avid tongue. The submissive closed his lips and suckled heavily on the digits, his hips bucking up to gather some sort of attention. Finally, Jimin pressed the head of his cock back against his rim and slid in slowly. Jungkook’s moans were muffled around the fingers he sucked on.
As Jimin picked up his pace, he pulled his fingers away despite protests and wrapped them around his fragile throat. Jungkook let out a loud gasp and his hands fought against the ropes tethering him to the headboard.
“Color?” Jimin questioned, his voice rough as he continued to thrust with thumb grazing Jungkook’s adams apple.
“Green!” Jungkook replied enthusiastically, electricity zipping through his entire body.
Jimin put his hands on either side of his throat, pressing down as his hips sped up their thrusts. Jungkook’s wet mouth laid open, breathy gasps being the only thing falling from them. Jimin knew he had to be close, he could tell by the occasional twitch of his thighs and his hips fought to break the rhythm as Jimin repeatedly pushed his cock in. Precome drooled onto Jungkook’s thigh, serving only to make him look more like a mess. Jimin always said he loved how messy Jungkook was, how he could ruin him with no effort at all.
“My pretty little toy, so good,” he praised, leaning down to cover the man’s mouth with his own in a heated kiss. The submissive could barely reciprocate, too caught up in his own pleasure. The dom didn’t mind however, he even liked the way he could lick into his baby’s mouth and how it laid open and slack even when he pulled away.
He curled his lip and spat, watching as the saliva landed right into Jungkook’s mouth, the submissive writhing against the bed as he swallowed his dom’s spit.
“Oh are you close baby?” He taunted. “I know you love it when Hyung makes you all messy.”
“Mmm love it,” Jungkook slurred, his hips moving frantically against Jimin’s. He was actually getting close to the edge, the quiver of his thighs becoming stronger.
Jimin seemed to take his reaction as motivation, pistoning his hips more and drifted one hand away from his throat to wrap around his red cock. Jungkook’s back arched as he cried out, his head that had long gone fuzzy was now playing the sensation in loops, oh so aware of the attention on his previously abandoned cock.
Jimin continued to thrust against his prostate, the rock of his hips perfectly in time with the strokes around Jungkook’s cock and soon enough the submissive thrashed against the bed as he desperately tried to contain himself.
“Hyung! Can I come? Please, I’ve been so good,” he begged, voice on the edge of manic, not knowing what he would do if he was denied release.
“Go ahead Baby, you’ve been so good.”
Within seconds Jungkook was finishing, come shooting up to splash against his neck as his hips bucked up incessantly. Jimin removed his hand from his throat, secretly inspecting it to ensure that the moments in which he had pressed down hadn’t been too rough. Once he was satisfied he leaned down and nuzzled his face into his neck, his own thrusts becoming clumsy as he neared the edge of his own.
Jungkook shivered with sensitivity during each thrust, but the feeling was welcome. He loved it when Jimin continued to use him after he came, it made him feel so owned and out of control. He let out tired little gasps with each movement until Jimin thrusted deep inside of him and came with a groan, his fingers digging into the skin of Jungkook’s ass.
The two laid tangled up for only a second before Jimin leaned up to untie the ropes, inspecting each wrist carefully and pressing a plethora of kisses on the tender skin. Jungkook let out a whine when the blindfold was removed, blinking grumpily at the brightness of a dim room.
“What’s your color?” Jimin asked softly, his hands brushing back his submissive’s bangs.
“Green, Hyungie,” He replied, voice small as he turned in on himself and curled up under his dom’s chin. Within an instant Jimin was holding him tightly, rubbing gently against his back as he soothed the man. Jungkook felt a little fuzzy, the feeling of subspace becoming more and more normal to him. Jimin had mentioned he would probably slip into it soon, if they had a heavy enough scene. That had endlessly excited Jungkook but the dom assured him that there was no rush, and some submissives didn’t feel subspace very often or at all.
They both theorized that wouldn’t be the case for Jungkook, the young man already showing signs of being on the edge of it, but the dom just wanted him to manage his expectations. Subspace required a lot of trust between a submissive and dominant, and no matter how much Jungkook insisted that he trusted him, Jimin just wanted to be sure.
“You did so good, Baby. Hyung is so so proud of you,” Jimin gushed, grinning when he saw the pink flush on Jungkook’s cheeks turn a deeper shade. He leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “I have a surprise for you.”
Jungkook’s wide eyes looked at him with thinly veiled excitement. The expression looked torn as Jimin moved away, wanting his present, but also wanting his dom as close to him as possible. Jimin didn’t even leave the room though, simply opened his closet and leaned up on his tiptoes to grab a box and came back to the bed. Jungkook didn’t sit up fully, wasn’t quite feeling able to, but he hoisted his upper half on his elbows as he watched the dominant open it with rapt attention.
Jimin held out the collar, and Jungkook gasped at the sight of it. It was a delicate thing, black with a silver buckle and the leather looked soft enough to touch. Jungkook instinctively reached a hand out but pulled it back, looking at Jimin shyly.
“You can touch it, it’s for you,” He explained and pushed the collar into his hands.
Jungkook marveled at the gift, eyes wide and mouth dropped open in shock. He noticed a tag hanging from the buckle and moved in closer to examine it, unable to stop his smile when he saw it.
Baby, it read with Belongs to Jimin-Hyung, just beneath it. It was a simple, heart shaped tag. He clumsily threw himself at the dom, wrapping his arms around him as the tears finally fell from his eyes, heart pounding in his chest.
“Do you like it?” Jimin asked, the smallest bit of insecurity in his tone.
“I love it,” Jungkook reassured him fiercely, a wide grin on his face. “Can I wear it now?”
Jimin nodded, relaxing once he saw the enthusiasm that was on his face. He watched as his submissive turned around and bowed his head. Jimin felt a rush of love consume him as he watched Jungkook sag into relaxation as Jimin finally was able to buckle the collar around him. Jungkook knew the tears were continuing to flow, but he didn’t have it in him to be embarrassed about it.
He didn’t think he had ever been so happy, it was a feeling that rivaled none other. Jungkook had always been stumbling through life, waiting for the moment when all of the pain seemed worth it. Finding Jimin led him to that, to this. His heart, still damaged, but no longer clung desperately to hope. It didn’t need to, because he had everything he wanted. He had amazing friends, a growing community and a man beside him who would support him through anything. For the first time, Jungkook didn’t feel alone in life, or like he was ‘too much’ and that was all thanks to Jimin.
The submissive pulled back and looked at the dominant with watery eyes, smiling when he felt the familiar warmth of Jimin’s hand on his cheek. He raised his own to grasp at his wrist, his heart feeling fuller than it ever had.