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The Hitachi wand swung like a pendulum on a clock.
Jimin craned his neck, brow furrowed in concentration, entire body tense, hips shifting restlessly. He was splayed out on the bed, all four limbs tied to each corner. There was a black crop laying innocuously on the bedside table, but Jimin hadn’t noticed it yet.
It swung toward him, and Jimin thrust his hips into the air. The wand bumped against his hip where the head of Jimin’s cock lay against, and his cock blurted out some more pre cum before the vibrator slipped right by.
Jimin flung his head back against the pillow and groaned. From his left, Namjoon gave a throaty chuckle, then pushed at the Hitachi again. Jimin shot him a glare.
“’Come on Jimin, you’ll get to cum to your heart’s content today’, he says,” griped Jimin, hips twisting in a desperate bid to trap the vibrator in the V of his hips.
Namjoon threw his head back and laughed. “You’ve got to work for it baby,” He said, waiting for the vibrator to settle in Jimin’s groin. The boy on the bed moaned, shiver going through his entire body as the tip buzzed pleasantly against his cock. Namjoon nudged it away with a cheeky finger.
“Fuck, Namjoon!” Jimin hissed, pulling at the restraints in irritation.
A brow rose, and Namjoon regarded the boy quietly. Jimin bit his lip, contrite.
“S-sorry daddy,” he mumbled. Namjoon smirked. “Well, I was planning to hold you down and vibe you till you came, but since you’re such a naughty boy,” Namjoon turned to stalk out the door, sweeping his brown cardigan off the dresser.
“You can cum as many times as you want, provided you manage to get the vibe against your cute little dick.” Namjoon said teasingly, pulling it on. Jimin gave a pained groan. The elder looped a scarf around his neck before pulling the door shut. “See you when I’m back, cutie pie.”
He could hear Jimin huffing behind the closed door.
-
Jimin was going nuts.
Literally. Every single time he managed to get the vibrator settled, he would accidentally twitch and send the wand swinging away.
It was frustrating, and his entire groin was slick with pre cum.
Not to mention the sensitivity. The head of his dick was so sensitive, and the only way he could possibly cum was by trapping the vibrator between the head and his hip. He was sweating, the bed sheets under him was sticking to his skin, and he could only toss his hips with a helpless cry again as the vibrator went right by.
-
Namjoon bit into the bagel and took a sip of his coffee.
Jimin could hear him, he knew, could hear the sound of their apartment door opening, but Namjoon wanted to take his time. It’d been roughly two hours since he left the apartment, and Namjoon knew there was no way Jimin could have come in that time.
Namjoon tied the vibrator a tiny bit too short for Jimin to properly get any stimulation.
Chuckling, he set his breakfast down on the dining table, then opened the door and leaned against the frame.
His baby was wriggling, body straining against the restraints, and there were slow tears of frustration leaking down his red, red face. “D-dadd-“ Jimin whimpered.
The head of his cock was a bright red, and it was wet and sticky.
Grinning, Namjoon sidled on to the bed. It dipped under his weight.
“Yes baby?” He asked teasingly, running a gentle hand through Jimin’s hair.
“Please may I c-cum?” Jimin asked, voice breaking on the last word. Jimin had never been one for patience.
A wicked smile crossed Namjoon’s face.
“Of course you may,” Namjoon said calmly, reaching behind him for the crop sitting innocently on the bedside table. Jimin stilled, eyes going wide.
“You know what to say, baby.” Namjoon said soothingly, switching the vibrator off. It stopped humming. Running the flap of the crop down Jimin’s chest, he watched as the boy shivered at the ticklish feeling.
“I-I-“ Jimin stuttered, fingers twitching.
“Hm?” Namjoon hummed.
“D-daddy, please hurt my little cock,” Jimin said, body shifting restlessly, waiting for the first strike.
The crop whistled through the air, and Jimin shrieked, body twisting.
“Bullseye,” Namjoon said with a chuckle, rubbing at the head of Jimin’s cock soothingly. The boy writhed again, and tried to get away from Namjoon. It was turning even redder, if that was possible.
“What do you say, baby?” Namjoon cooed, running through the puddle of pre cum with his index finger. Jimin’s cock was still hard, straining upwards.
“Daddy,” Jimin wheezed, legs kicking out helplessly. “P-please hurt my cock.”
Namjoon brought the crop down on his dick with a sharp crack. “You forgot the word little, baby boy.” He said teasingly, swinging the crop down in quick succession.
Jimin howled as the crop came into contact with his sensitive dick twice, body writhing in the unforgiving restraints.
“You get ten strikes, baby boy. You’re done with three, so how many left?” Namjoon asked, running the crop down Jimin’s torso.
“S-seven, daddy,” Jimin hiccupped, eyes stinging with tears.
“Mmmm, my slutty accountant.” Namjoon teased, bringing down the crop with all his strength.
Jimin screamed.
In quick, rapid succession the blows came and didn’t stop, Jimin twisting and crying out relentlessly in his restraints in a desperate bid to escape the flashes of pleasure-pain-pleasure-pain. His dick was still hard despite the pain, and his hips were jerking up – to get away from the pain or toward he didn’t kno-
On the very last strike, Jimin’s hips twitched upward, and as it caught him directly on the head of his dick, he came with a pained shout, cum spilling out of his slit.
Jimin blacked out.
-
He came around to Namjoon rubbing the head of his cock with the palm of his hand, circling around it maddeningly, polishing the tip. The sensitivity kicked in, and Jimin howled, knees jerking toward each other. Namjoon laughed.
“Who said we were done, baby?” He asked, smug grin twisting his lips upwards.
“You said you wanted to come to your hearts content earlier,” Namjoon said, flicking his wrist right there; Jimin couldn’t help the pained laugh that bubbled out of his throat. “Didn’t you?”