The door to Jungkook’s hotel room slams open. Kissing you roughly, he backs you into a wall and presses against you. His hands travel where they want to, squeezing your ass and breasts. One of his hands gives gentle pressure to your throat. “You’re mine,” he says, his eyes burning with a black flame. “So you listen to me and only me.”

His authority sweeps over you. A warm euphoria drips down your body like honey until you’re submerged in that place where you feel totally possessed. Nothing can reach you here except his commands as you float in that place where all else ceases. You long to give him anything he wants in this stillness. Your eyes soften as you drift to that place where you’re neither here nor there, feeling righted on a doomed planet. You’ve searched for this blissful, quiet void your entire life, and every time you return to it, it feels like home, a fleeting security that slips through your fingers the moment you come to. As Jungkook takes your hand and leads you to the bed, you realize this is different. This time, it really is home.

He drags a chair that’s resting at a table closer to the bed. Facing you in front of the bed, he drinks up your nirvana. “This is how I like you most,” he says. His erection presses against his pants, and you reach for it. He slaps your hand away. “Did I say you could do that?” Having lost the ability to speak, you shake your head. “That’s right. If you keep that up, I’ll have to bind them,” he says, gathering your wrists and holding them up. “I’d hate to rid you of the chance to touch me.” You can’t bear the thought as he gets comfortable in the chair. “Now undress.”

You hesitate, but the order intoxicates you. Pushing through your inhibitions, you let your jacket fall to the floor and slip your boots off. His red eyes hone in on you as you slowly unzip your dress and it falls. His breath quickens as his eyes trace every inch of you only wearing black sheer panties.

He gapes then stands, kicking off his shoes. He removes his black blazer, and your heart races. Smirking, he slowly unbuttons the first few buttons of the black dress shirt like he did during your first concert with him. His expression darkening, he yanks his shirt free from his pants and frees the remaining buttons. The shirt drops. You study every detail of his sculpted upper body, a heat building in you that you’re unsure you can fight off for much longer. His muscles ripple as he removes his belt and steps out of his pants. At the sight of his hard cock, a moan escapes you as the ache between your legs becomes unbearable.

He closes the distances and kisses you with intense longing. Your hands find the firm slopes of his chest and slide over each ab carefully avoiding his erection that presses into your abdomen. Lightly brushing your thumbs over his nipples, you grind into him as your tongues meet. He grunts and grabs your ass with force before trailing kisses to your chest. His tongue slides in long strokes over your breasts. When his tongue flicks both of your nipples, you pulse down below. He licks lower, and pulls your panties down to the floor. He kisses your needy clit so feather soft that you could cry. He stands with a cruel smile.

Your lips are on his neck, and he tilts his head back to give you better access. You kiss across his collarbones and worship his torso with your tongue. You run your tongue across his nipples, and move in slow circles on his lower abdomen. “Get on the bed,” he says. You obey, and he stands over you. “Pleasure yourself. Like you do to pictures of me.” You pause, heat streaking across your cheeks. He smiles devilishly. “I need to know how you like to be touched,” he says, pinching your nipples. “And I know you’re desperate to cum.” He drags a finger down your clit, and you moan.

Your overwhelming desire drives away embarrassment, and your fingers begin moving in slow circles. “See, I knew you were going to be good for me.” He sits back in the chair and strokes the length of his shaft while watching you intently.

The sight of him running his hand up and down his hard cock to you drives you mad, and you tease your clit as pleasure builds. Growing the pressure and speed, you work on your clit while running your finger up and down your entrance where so many nerve endings are. You fixate on Jungkook, and his eyes never leave you. Stomach tightening, you pulse against your finger, and Jungkook grips the arm of the chair. Nearing climax, you push your finger inside, and it nearly sends you over the edge. He strokes his cock as his eyes burn into you. Your body tenses as your finger thrusts long and deep stroking that pleasure point deep within you. Arching back, you cum as you shamelessly thrust and lose yourself in waves of euphoria. When they subside, you withdraw your finger and catch your breath.

Jungkook gets on the bed and climbs on top of you, cradling your face. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he says. “You’re going to do it again.” His teeth graze your nipples as he lowers his face between your legs. At the first stroke of his hot tongue on your sensitive clit, you’re already close. He reaches up and grabs your breast. As he rolls your nipple between his fingers, he slips a finger into you and continues slow strokes with his tongue. Pleasure builds deliciously slow as he takes his time. He flicks his tongue, nudging the bundle of nerves, and your breath catches. He smirks and closes his lips around you, sucking you into his warm mouth as you tighten around his finger. His tongue darts as he sucks, and you coil in response. As he returns to stroking lazily with his tongue, he moves his finger ever so slowly but intentionally with long and deep thrusts. Face flushed, you’re desperate for release and move against his tongue. He anchors your hips to the bed with his free hand.

He flicks his tongue, and just as you’re about to cum, he stops moving his finger and pulls his mouth away. He plants soft, teasing kisses down you, and you pulse around his finger that fills a need.

“You’re perfect just like this. I could do this for hours with your pleasure completely under my control listening to those noises you make,” he says. He sucks your clit and strokes it a few times with his tongue. “When the slightest touch,” he says, kissing your clit, “could send you over the edge.”

“Please,” you manage breathlessly.

“No,” he says with such sternness and finality that you don’t dare argue. He flicks his tongue a few times, making you gasp. “And if you cum before I allow it, there will be consequences.” He sucks twice bringing you to the edge.

You inhale sharply as another orgasm is hedged. Chuckling, he continues his game. He sucks, flicks, and kisses deliberately and attentively, savoring your responses like it’s the air he breathes. You lose yourself to the pleasure and need for release, and you’re taken to a place where all that matters is his tongue, his lips, and his mouth as he makes you his.

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When you’re coiled with beads of sweat decorating your skin and your clit is so swollen with pleasure that just his breath could send you over the edge, he says, “Now.” His tongue flicks your clit once. Twice. As you begin to cum, he sucks as his tongue darts and two fingers plunge into you. You cum so hard and so good that your eyes roll back as his fingers and tongue fling you to a place you’ve never been before. Finally getting the release you need, you come to panting as he doesn’t stop flicking you and thrusting his fingers deep inside. Your core tightens as pleasure builds again, and he relentlessly continues. You explode with pleasure as his mouth with his darting tongue stays planted on you, and his fingers stroke your pleasure point deep inside.

When you catch your breath, he withdraws his fingers and gives you a few more licks before kissing your clit. He meets you where you’re sprawled and breathing heavily in a daze. “Good girl,” he says, brushing hair out of your face. Those words touch a sacred place inside you, and you kiss him with growing passion, tasting yourself.

“Now I get to use that mouth,” he says against your lips. A smile pulls at your lips as he gets off the bed and stands, tossing a pillow at his feet for your knees. You get off the bed and kiss him harder, his veiny cock against your stomach. His kiss becomes needy as your hands find his velvet erection and gently stroke it. Your hands mimic the motions you saw him do to himself earlier, and he grunts. Breaking the kiss, you trail kisses down.

Your knees hit the pillow. You look up at him, soaking up the desire in his eyes. You kiss and lick him in silent benediction, not daring to tease him. He groans, and the heat between your legs grows. You caress the ridge on his head with your mouth, and when his cock twitches, it feels like a notch in your belt. You decide to play a game of your own seeing how many times you can elicit the same response. Taking his length into your mouth, you show him how deep you can go as he touches the back of your throat. He groans and twitches inside your mouth. You come up for air and swirl your tongue around his head like you did to his finger, and he twitches again. You continue sucking his cock and flicking his ridge with your tongue listening to his breath quicken as he reaches down and squeezes your breast. You give yourself to him over and over.

He slides his cock out of your mouth and kneels down to meet you. Kissing you with urgency, he guides you to stand. He picks you up and throws you on the bed, making you laugh. “Come here,” he says, sitting at the end of the bed and patting his lap. You straddle him as he sits cross-legged, acutely aware of where his cock meets you. He sucks just above where your neck meets your shoulder, and you slide your wetness on him.

Grabbing your waist, he guides you up and positions you over his cock. He rubs his head against your wet slit, and you whimper. “Are you ready for your reward?” he asks. He pushes his head in, and you moan, feeling yourself squeeze him. He works his head in and out of your tight hole. Gripping your waist, he carefully pushes his length in, letting you expand. “Jas,” he breathes. He gently rocks you in his lap, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. “This is how I’ve wanted you since the first time we met.” His tongue licks your bottom lip, and you kiss him passionately. His hands and mouth move to your chest, and you arch back as he sucks and licks. He returns to kissing you and holding you close.

“Enough,” he says, laying you back on the bed. He thrusts deep inside you, and you feel how snugly you grip him. He keeps thrusting long and deep, stroking your pleasure point, as he watches you come undone. Your core tightens, and his hand circles your neck with gentle pressure. Your hand reaches down to rub your clit, and he smirks at how needy you are. “Look at me when you cum.” With his cock thrusting deep and your fingers on your clit, you’re brought to the edge. “Cum for me, Jas,” he orders. You erupt with pleasure looking deep into his greedy eyes. He leans down and kisses your neck. “Good girl,” he says into your ear. Sitting up, he fucks you ruthlessly, plunging into you again and again, and you clench around him with pleasure building. Before you can think, he catapults you into another release, and you hear him curse. His hands cup your bouncing breasts, and he leans down to kiss you. “I want to cum in that mouth,” he says roughly.

After a few more thrusts, he withdraws from you and stands on the floor. You follow him, dazed with pleasure, and drop to your knees. Your mouth is around him sucking his length again and again. “Jas, I–” He gasps as his hot cum shoots into the back of your throat, and you swallow it. Shudders ripple through him as pull back and caresses his sensitive cock with your mouth and tongue, extending his pleasure. You lightly circle your tongue on his head and run it up his ridge. You suck along his length and his head with him shuddering above you.

When you’re satisfied, you stand and he kisses you. He leads you back to the bed, and motions for you to join him. He cradles you into his chest and strokes your hair. That place of blissful stillness is all you know, and you bask in it. “Jas,” he says into your hair, “you were so good for me. You did everything I told you to and let me use you however I wanted. Such a good girl.”

Each word he speaks laps waves of euphoria and security over your entire body. “What..” you trail off, wetting your lips.

“Yes, my love?” he asks.

“What are you doing?”

His brow furrows then he smiles. “Do you not know about aftercare?”

“I’ve heard of it before. But…”

He holds you tighter. “That makes me want to punch whoever you were with before.” You giggle. “They never did this?”

You bury your head in his chest. “I don’t think so.”

“Clearly not.” He tilts your chin up to look at him. “I know the place you go to. Subspace. It’s my job to keep you in that beautiful feeling for as long as possible. As long as you want.” He kisses you softly. Thinking for a moment, he peels himself off of you. He pours a cup of cold water and hands it to you. “You’re probably thirsty after all that,” he says, smiling. You think you see a sliver of concern gleaming in his eyes. Blankly, you take the cup and gulp it down, realizing how dry your mouth is. He takes the empty cup and sets it on a nightstand.

“Thank you,” you say, the words feeling thick. Your throat knots, and you try to swallow it down. “I–” Your voice breaks and traitorous tears fall from your eyes. He slides in next to you and cradles you into him, stroking your hair.

“I’m here,” he whispers. Your tears slide from your face to his chest as his arms hold you tight. “How dare anyone keep this from you,” he says more to himself than to you. Your breathing calms as he strokes your hair.

He gets up again, and you hear the sink running in the bathroom. Turning the remaining lights off, he returns with a warm washcloth and gently wipes your face. It soothes you further, and he cradles you again after putting the washcloth on the nightstand. “You’re mine now.” He pushes you deeper into that nameless void where only he matters and honeyed euphoria intoxicates you. “I think you’re beginning to understand what that means.”

In the darkness of his hotel room listening to his heartbeat whisper its secrets, you collapse into sleep.