1 Chapter One

Yoongi POV

//Smut Warning~

He looked so adorable.

His hands were tied far above his head, locked in handcuffs that were held in place behind the bedframe. His cheeks were flushed a dark shade of pink, lips forced apart by the gag tied into his mouth. Drool was trickling out of the corners of his mouth, coating the ball gag in his wet saliva, that would soon be used on my throbbing length. His eyes were closed tightly, tears running down from them as sweat glistened all over his body, shining on his forehead and abs as he thrusted his hips up into thin air.

"M-mmm~!" He moaned loudly, so loud that the bed seemed to shake harder and I watched him innocently, standing by the side of the bed with the remote to the vibrator in my hand.

"Shhh, Kook... your time is almost up..." I said, reaching down to run my hand through his tousled hair. He had about thirty seconds left until he could cum, which would be difficult with the tight cock ring fitted around his tip.

His legs were shaking, and I reached down and put a hand on his thigh, pushing it further apart so that his legs would be spread more. He was not allowed to push his thighs together or cross his legs, and he knew that.

He knew that all too well.

"Mmph..." He was trying to say something, but I didn't listen, instead checking my watch and smiling before turning the damned vibrator up to its max. "Time's up Bunny."

Jungkook pulled at his restraints, closing his eyes tightly and stopping his useless thrusting, his white cum finally spurting free from his tip and coating his stomach and chest, as well as the bedsheets.

"Poor baby, that was a lot..." I said, untying his gag so that he could catch his breath and then reaching up to uncuff his hands. "Have you been that needy since last week..?"

He just nodded, his chest heaving up and down as he looked up at me, closing his red, swollen lips and swallowing as he tried to even his breath. I turned off the vibrator after freeing his hands, reaching down to pull it out of him. He tried to wipe the tears off of his face, but I knew it was no use, he'd get them back in a few minutes when my dick was down his throat.

"Y-Yoongi..." He said, moving one of his hands up from his face and resting it on my strong arm, his other hand balled up into a face as he rubbed his closed eyes.

"Hm?" I hummed, looking down at his arm. I considered shaking it off, but I didn't.

"L-lay w-with me..." He said softly, giving my arm a soft but firm squeeze.

Damn it. That's what I hated about Jungkook. He could take me down from my threatening, assassin-like pedestal and make me soft. Soft for him, kind to him... the opposite of what I was supposed to be.

Slowly, I crawled onto the bed next to him, laying down on my side and snaking one arm around his waist. I lifted my head onto his broad chest, keeping my eyes opened as I silently looked around the room, observing the cushioned, bright red walls that I've seen a thousand times before.

"How many days do I have after this?" He asked, running his fingers through my hair. I could feel my body relaxing, and I hated it so much. I had never fet safe or comforted in my life, and it made me feel strong. But around Jungkook, being strong was not always an option.

"I'll give you three." I responded, a small smile playing on my lips.

"T-three? But it used to be a week...?" He responded, his chest rising and falling against my head, still struggling slightly to catch his breath. I just nodded in response. Little did he know, I had about a month now until I needed to kill him, so I'd let him have his sexual fun before then.

I felt him sigh softly, his fingers taking my hair and twirling it around his fingers. "Okay Yoonie..."