Chapter 35: Devil's Puppet

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The doorbell rung once and Jungkook fisted his knuckles before sighing. A part of himself was drowing in an endless pit looking for the way out to regain control of himself, but the other one felt tempted. He opened the door with veins popping against his skin and Jimin's worried expression filled his view. "Kook, what happened? I thought I told you I would be working all afternoon." Jimin wore his black round glasses already slipping to the tip of his nose. His outfit consisted of a white-black stripped long shirt, black tight jeans, black Geraldo sandals and a black Radios cotton bucket hat that hid his dark hair from his face.

"Come in." Jungkook dragged him inside and once the male entered, he instantly felt overpowered. The taller pushed him against the door and used his right hand to take the black hat off his head. "What's going on Jungkook?" Jimin's voice was cautious, he didn't understand.

"I'm about to lose my mind." Jungkook replied the same answer again and pressed his crotch against Jimin's. "Did Mi-" He couldn't afford to let him finish that question, so he kissed him; upper lip capturing his plump bottom lip harshly. He used his teeth to bite down on the wet flesh and dragged it to himself forcing the writer's head forward. "Ah... J-Jnh" Jimin's eyes stared wide at him with bewilderment.

"Don't say his name. Don't talk about him." The actor whispered very low.

Jimin found himself in quite the situation. He had made the promise to himself not to have sex with Jungkook, yet last night he did. But now was totally different. He didn't want to have sex with him, but he kept insisting. The grinds against his own crotch were opening the door of desires to crawl against his skin, but he couldn't give in to temptation. He had to think things through.

"Why are you..." Jimin's hands found hold on Jungkook's thin waist and he forced them to stay still. "about to lose your mind?" He asked and the actor rubbed the tip of their tongues together and mixed their salivas. Wonderful wet sounds were a result.

"I want to hear you moan my name as you cover yourself in your cum." Jungkook said and before Jimin could blink his eyes at the unexpected statement, his eyes saw white-black strips and through his head, his shirt went through until the shirt hanged from his arms tightly placed around the actor's waist. "Jungkook-" The younger forced his hands out of his waist and the shirt dropped to the floor. The cold door met his bare back and it made him shiver.

"Don't talk now baby. I need you." Jungkook used his hands to grip Jimin's ass. The thick muscles felt so stuffed against his palm it excited him further. "But..." Another kiss placed upon his lips shut him up. "Let me pleasure you again." The actor whispered, tongue rubbing his lower wet gums.

"Will it help you not lose your mind?" Jimin knew he would regret asking the question. His instinct told him to leave because the way Jungkook was acting, was definetely not the usual way he did. "I need you Jimin-ssi." It was a command said in the same tone he despised, the dominace reeked from his mouth.

"Only if you're gentle with me. I... I'm very s-sensitive right now." Jimin stuttered and Jungkook grinned. The grin was different. It was like the actor was mocking him. "As you fucking wish."

Now he found himself in a different room he hadn't been to before. The room was definitely not Jungkook's bedroom. "Jungkook? Take me to your bedroom." Jimin's voice quivered. He now felt tiny under the black doe eyes. It was as if the actor was humiliating him and making him cower down before him. He didn't like it one bit.

"No. Obey your dominant Jimin-ssi." Jungkook pushed him down on the bed and Jimin suddenly felt a shiver running down his spine. Invisible spiders crawled on his skin and forced the hairs in his skin to erect. "What's your safe word?" The question hadn't been asked in a while, and with tightened lips he gulped.

Jungkook turned his back on him and opened a black cabinet. From where he sat, Jimin had no visibility of what Jungkook had just grabbed, but he knew it wasn't good. "I asked, what's your safe word Jimin-ssi. Don't make me repeat myself." He walked back towards him with a pair of black handcuffs attached to a black tube.

"Samgyeopsal." Just the thought of the word now made him dizzy. He now craved the said food. Dammit! When his eyes saw the item on Jungkook's hands, the head of his member twitched inside his clothing. "That's my perfect, Jimin-ssi."

Jungkook licked his own plump bottom lip and knelt in front of him. "Hold this for me Jimin-ssi." When the object was in his hands, he curled his toes. Now his hormones were fighting his consciousness. "You like this." The dominant suddenly stated with a grin after sliding his black jeans along with boxer briefs. The proof was how the writer was already hard, longing to be touched by him.

Jimin felt completely exposed, from the back of his head, he felt disgusted for the first time since he's had sex with the younger. "Twitch the head." Jungkook ordered and it didn't feel right for the first time yet he still did.

The actor watched as the reddening head of the writer's member moved and the small diminutive hole in the middle twitched. "This is the spreader bar I told you about." He took the object from his hands and locked the handcuffs around each of his ankles. Then, he grabbed the bar between them and spread it apart. Jimin's legs automatically separated with a moan vibrating against his throat.

"As much as I love how you turn me on with those glasses, take them off. Don't wear them today." Jungkook grabbed the black round glasses and Jimin gulped.

"Jungkook, I-" Jimin was cut off when his vision darkened. Soft silk met the skin of his eyes and all he could see was black. A blindfold he had not seen was now covering his vision. "AH!" He moaned loudly when his body was pushed back against the bed and both his legs were pushed to hang up completely stretched out. "What was that? I did not give you permission to speak." Jungkook was definitely acting strange because his tone was dominant. The dominant voice was only used at least once in an intercourse, but now he had used it again.

"Speak." Jungkook felt a burn inside himself watching how Jimin panted, he knew the difference between moans of pleasure and moans of pain. Suddenly moving him like that in such a harsh way, was not how he treated Jimin.

"Just... don't turn me on my stomach." Jimin still kept his eyes open staring at the darkness, and his hearing improved. He heard sound of clothes falling on the floor and he assumed Jungkook was now naked. "As you wish." In an unexpected way, his andomen tensed and Jungkook's wet tongue rubbed his inner thigh.

The sumbissive forced his lips shut with his teeth biting down on them. Somehow through everything, the bed felt disgusting to him so he just fisted his knuckles and did not fist the sheets. "You can moan." Jungkook let him and soon moved the spreader bar backwards making his thighs touch his stomach until the bar was on below of his head. "You're my flexible Jimin-ssi."

"Ah~" Jimin hissed, he hadn't stretched and his muscles ached trying to stretch. "Ah! Ah! ARGH!" Another moan resonated against his throat when Jungkook suddenly forced a really cold wet object up his rim without stretching him first. "Guess what I'm using." Jimin's hips jerked back at the sudden penetration. If he had to guess, he'd say, "A d-dildo?" He held a mewl from leaving his lips when the object was taken out of his anus.

"No." And suddenly something made of rubber was slid through his length until the base. "I don't know- Ah~" He wanted to scream when his P-spot began vibrating. "Ah~ Ah~ Ahgh~" Through the darkened vision he had, he closed his eyes and moaned out when his member began vibrating at the same frequence as his prostate was being abused at.

"Guess again." Jungkook used his hands and gripped on the back of his thighs to lean down on him. "If you don't guess correctly, I'll use abuse your nipples next." He whispered before placing his lips against Jimin's parted ones. His own lips touched the white teeth before he pushed his tongue down to rub it against his. The submissive couldn't hold his moans from the vibrations he felt, it was overwhelming as always. But he didn't want him to abuse his nipples. They were already more sensitive than they'd ever been. Just now, with a single touch, he'd feel electricity over his body.

"A vibrator?" He answered, lacking knowledge on what kind of sex toys Jungkook had. He wasn't as kinky as his boyfriend. "Just that?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow and suddenly sniffed Jimin's breath. "Y..es?"

"Wrong answer." He retracted himself and left him on the bed to search for another toy. "Did you drink Banana Milk?" Jimin's eyes opened and he forgot he was blindfolded. He did drink Banana Milk while writing the draft for his new proyect (book). He had a really bad craving for it.

"I-I... did." His voice vibrated. Not his nipples, he didn't want it.

"Jungkook-ssi" He called out, the feeling of being exposed continued crawling down his body yet the pleasure he felt was making him excited. He felt wrong and right at the same time.

Jungkook didn't answer right away. He was at the other side of the room walking back to Jimin with an object attached by chains in his hands. For a brief second, his eyes were on Jimin a moaning mess on the bed and then he turned his head to the far end of the room. "I'm here." He replied once he knelt before him.

"You have a vibrator attached to a cock ring. You missed the words cock ring. This is your punishment." Jungkook slapped hise left ass cheek and suddenly Jimin screamed when he felt both of his nipples being pinched -but not by fingers- very forcefully at the same time and a cold chain landed on his chest. "AH! NO! AH!" He squirmed, his bent legs moved forward but Jungkook grabbed hold of the spreader bar and pushed it down on the bed. His body was completely bent in a ball.

This was not fucking Yoga.

"Heavy chain nipple clamps." Jungkook said and Jimin choked a sob. He was being stimulated to his very core. His stomach clenched. "Bear with me." The taller male knew all too well how painful the nipple clamps were and so he whispered it very low. Only Jimin could hear the whisper against his earlobe.

"ARGH!" Jimin felt on the verge now. Jungkook hadn't even touched him, he was about to reach an orgasm untouched. His ass clenched on the vibrator inside of him and he panted against the younger's lips. "You can only cum with me inside of you." The sentence drove him back from the edge. All the vibrations stopped and left him to pant as if he had just finished running five miles.

"F-Fuck!" The submissive cursed with a hiss when his insides emptied and his legs were now stretched on the bed. The relief for his aching back felt better, but it hurt and his thighs started to tremble. "Raise your hips" Jungkook ordered and rubbed the head of his untouched member against the red rim now on his view.

"I won't force you on all fours." He added in a lowered voice and groaned when Jimin's wet insides sucked him in.

It felt different. An unpleasant dominant voice ordered him, and he didn't want to believe it belonged to the man he loved. "Ah~ Jeongguk-ssi!" Jimin's hips jerked up and his own member moved up and pointed directly at Jungkook's chest. "T-Take them off!" Jimin's eyes teared up when the heavy nipple clamps continued torturing his nipples. The movement of Jungkook's hips moving forward made the heavy chains drag the clamps along with his nipples and it really hurt him.

Jimin stopped fisting his knuckles and used his hands to try and take the heavy clamps off his nipples with no vision whatsoever. "I-It hurts! Agh!" He finally cried but before his hands could release the clamps, Jungkook roughly pushed his hands down against the bed sheets by grabbing his wrists. "Concentrate on how my cock is going in and out of your ass so well and I didn't even prep you."

It jolted inside of him like electricity. The pain in his upper chest diminished the moment the head of his cock twitched and a warning shot pre-cum was released. "Agh! Ah! Ah! Jeongguk-ssi! P-Please." He was losing his mind and body. He wasn't asking for permission to release, even though he was about to, he just needed the clamps off his nipples.

Jungkook noticed something was wrong with his submissive. But he couldn't take the clamps off, not yet. If he took them off now, he'd seem weak for his submissive. And, he knew how Jimin's body reacted by pure memory. He knew the older was about to find his orgasm.

"Cum when you want to." He groaned when the walls around his length tried pushing him out by clenching.

"P-Please..." Jimin couldn't form a sentence. His body faced overstimulation and he needed the fucking clamps off. "Gguk-AHHH" Before he could finish another plead, his hips jerked forward and he ejaculated. The force of his orgasm wasn't like anything before. This time, he'd barely released semen. It was an almost dry orgasm. His chest heaved up and down with the chains making metallic sounds.

"That's it." Jungkook praised him and continued burying himself into him, easily reaching the bundle of nerves that sent him overdrive.

Eyes were dilated, driven into his sexual desires for achieving an orgasm like his submissive. "Take them off..." Jimin continued. From under the blindfold, tears slid down his cheeks. Jungkook noticed it and leaned his left hand against the tensed stomach for support before using his right hand to clean the glistened cheeks.

"Sam...gyeop...sal." The safe word was said before he could touch his cheeks. Instantly, he stopped moving and before he could lean back, Jimin pushed him away with all the force he had. The blindfold was taken off and with a blurry vision, he finally took the nipple clamps off his body. Their bodies were still connected.

"What the fuck Jungkook?" He whimpered and stared at the actor with hazy eyes. "I told you to be gentle with me... Take everything off of me." Jungkook just blinked and complied.

Once Jimin's body was free of any objects and Jungkook's member out of his insides, he threw him a punch to his shoulder. "You asshole. I told you it hurt! I'm extra sensitive lately! You know that!" Jungkook was about to speak, but he felt a sudden chill run down his spine. He felt a hole being shot against the back of his head, metaphorically.

"Jimin, I-" Jungkook winced and when he tried to touch the said male, the writer flinched and backed away from him. "No! Don't touch me." Jimin felt disgusted and moved away. He knew the actor was confused with his actions. "What's wrong with you? You've been acting weird lately." Jungkook asked, he still continued to reach out to his boyfriend, but the latter avoided his touch and climbed out of the bed.

"Is this the room where you fucked other people?" Jimin finally said the words he was dreading to say the moment they stepped into the room. He walked over the bed in search for Jungkook's shirt on the floor and when he saw it, he didn't hesitate to put it on himself. "Yes." Junhkook didn't hide it. He said it and stared right through into the writer's eyes.

"You brought me... here... where you fucked other people... on that bed. Y-You- What the... After all we've been through? After all I've done and proved to you?" Jungkook was about to speak but Jimin couldn't stop. He was breaking down in front of him yet all he could do was feel shame. Jimin didn't cry that easily, he knows his boyfriend.

"Is this your way of saying I don't love you?" With a shattering heart, the writer said. His next choice of words would break everything.

"No! Jimin hyung I..." Jungkook couldn't form a sentence from the anxiety crawling on his skin. He couldn't have this conversation with Jimin inside this room. No matter what, he couldn't. "Let's go into my bedroom. Please, let-" He reached out for his boyfriend's hand but the writer backed way from his touch again.

"No. I now understand. Loving you is so toxic for me... You're only after my body." Jimin left out a sad chuckle that broke his soul apart. "I fell in love with a man who's just after sex. I tried Jungkook. I really tried." Jungkook stood up from the bed and walked over to him to take them out of the room. He could not afford it over anything to let him continue the conversation inside the room. "Shh, Jim-"

"You asked me why I was acting weird. I have your answer." Jimin's eyes stared right into his.

JIMIN STOP TALKING! Jungkook was about to shout.

"I'm pregnant." The sentence made Jungkook's body freeze.

The Devil moved the puppet's strings inside that room. With two single words said, the puppet acted according to the devil's hands that pulled the strings.

"You're... WHAT?" The man before Jimin wasn't the Jeon Jungkook he knew or fell in love with. "I'm... almost five weeks preg-" Jimin flinched and instinctively protected his stomach when the man before him raised his right arm and punched the wall to his left.

"Put on some pants. We're going to a clinic." Jungkook growled with such a dominant tone, Jimin's eyes shed the tears inside them. "No!" He tried avoiding the male he didn't recognize as his boyfriend, but his left wrist was grasped. Something was weird now. In Jungkook's hold, he wasn't being harsh but his hands looked as if he was using most of his strength because the veins were popping onto the skin.

The actor was about to force them out of the room when Jimin gathered his strength and pushed the man away from him. "Don't fucking touch me!" He finally broke away from the hold, and luckily his wrist didn't show any marks despite how the actor had seemed to be using strength. "Y-You- I'm keeping our baby whether you like it or not! I'm no fucking killer. Don't ever say something like that again to my face. You're despicable Jeon Jungkook."

Something was crushing him down. He was drowning again before the writer, but he couldn't. Jimin needed to leave as fast as possible and this was the only way for him to be safe. "I don't want a baby. I made my point clear when you first asked me about it." The venom in his words was spit and it was now breaking Jimin's heart once again.

"You know what Jungkook? Fuck you. I thought showing you what love was could really change you, but you're too fucking deep into Min Woo's claws. I'm keeping my baby and you will not get the chance to be their father. Not when you can't even differenciate what love and fucking are." With trembling hands, Jimin quickly searched for his boxer briefs and black jeans before wearing them while the actor fisted his own knuckles, gaze on the writer's stomach.

"Don't contact me again unless it's through your manager for something professional related. I love you, but you can't see it and you probably never will... We're over Jeon Jungkook." The last sentence was a knife stabbing both of their hearts.

And Jimin left the room leaving the actor with a right hand full of blood marks on his knuckles. Right when the front door closed, Jungkook lost all strength in his legs, his back leaned against the wall.

"I hate you." He whispered with eyed glistening.

"That was a nice turn of events." The voice that haunted the actor's mind spoke.

"Leave me alone Min Woo hyung. You won..." And for the first time, Jungkook cried over Jimin. He sobbed like there was no tomorrow, his heart felt like something was crushing it down with a heavy weight and his eyes were red. All while Min Woo watched with a triumphant smirk knowing he'd won and now Jungkook could go back to being the dominant he had made him out to be. But there was a small detail missing, Min Woo's victory would soon fall.

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