Jungkook couldn’t breathe. He was helpless

his chest heaves, but the air kept stalling in his throat, rumbling into a guttural grunt as his eyes travel up and down your sopping wet figure. your hands were on your own body, caressing it as the steaming water washes the suds from your body wash away, and he was jealous. jealous of your hands— jealous of the water that had the privilege of touching your silken flesh. he so desperately wanted to move closer, to grab for you, but he knew the rules.

he could only touch if he was invited. He could only fuck you when you were a doll. His mute doll. He can have all his ways with you, just need one word from you.

so, instead, he stood in the corner of the room and watched, cock hard and aching in his trousers, fists tightly balled at his sides. you were always kind enough to draw the curtain back so he could watch you bathe, even if it meant you’d have to clean the bathroom floor afterwards, mopping up the splattered bath water. maybe you liked it a little too much when he watched you. the heat of his stare rivaled the hellfire raining from the faucet, even, and you loved the way it stole your breath from your lungs. you can’t help but want to watch him watch you, feeling a familiar strain of arousal gripping within the depths of your lower abdomen. with a soft hum, both of your hands ran up over your belly to grasp at your own breasts. you have to squint in order to see him through the steam, but you can tell he shifts on his feet, eyes hardly visible through the dark holes of the porcelain mask. it’s too much to resist the temptation of teasing him; or giving him the show he so desperately wants to see, and so you give in to the urges.

“jungkook,” you purred, finally, turning to press your back against the wall of the shower to face him completely. Your eyes met his lustful ones, which were burning holes in your body, sinking your teeth into your lower lip, you drag one hand down to push it between your ample thighs, “Oh, Jungkook…” his shoulders seem to draw taut now, chest rising and falling as he looms in the corner, eagerly watching to see what you’ll do next. spreading your legs as wide as they will go and still keep you safely grounded, you prod at your own sex with the pads of your fingers, rubbing your clitoris in rough circles until you’re panting and squirming against the wall. it feels good, but you knew it would feel so much better if he were doing it for you.  “I think…” you pause, staring at him through the steam with a sultry smile when you push your forefinger inside. your walls shudder and clamp around your own finger, and you moan out loud. you take note of the way jungkook jerks forward, as if he had to physically restrain himself from lunging at you, “I think I might need your help.” 

for a moment, he appears stunned, as if he wasn’t expecting that. You continued, “Don’t you want to help me?” you whine, poking your abused lower lip out in a pout, finger pumping deep inside you. you knew he did, but you couldn’t help but tease him— it was getting you off. “Don’t you want to make me feel good, hm? Make me moan for you?” finally, he nods. pushing your finger deeper, you arch your back off the wall and close your eyes for a moment. just a single moment. it feels too damn good. “F— fuck…”

when your lids flutter and part again, Jungkook is significantly closer to the shower now, large hands still down by his sides but no longer clenched fists, his fingers are twitching with want. tilting his head to one side, he allows his gaze to rake over every inch of your buxom form, missing not a single curve. he's waiting for his invitation, like a good boy should.

"Tell me what you want, jungkook." you urge, plumbing your own depths with more feverish thrusting. your palm smacked against your sex when you're knuckle deep, but the sound is hardly audible over the running water and your own moaning.

"I want..." his voice is meek, a far cry in comparison to his stature. "I want to make you cum."

the admission is enough to send shivers up your spine. "You want to fuck me, koo?" you ask, batting your thick, dark lashes up at him until he's all but growling in want beneath the mask, "Want to feel my warm, tight pussy clench around your hard cock, baby?"

"Yes. Please. Please... I want to fuck you so badly." he nods again, taking another step closer. you had an inkling of the idea that you could only play this game for so long before he became impossible to control. but that was all right with you, because you were becoming more and more needy by the moment, and your finger wasn't cutting it.

"Come on, then." you urge, finally, "Come join me."

you needn't tell him twice, because he was already pulling hard at his clothes, wrenching out of the cardigan and peeling his suspenders off. there was a cute, almost clumsy air to his hurried movements, as if he couldn't be bothered to be careful because he wanted you so badly, and you watched with your pupils blown, sucking on your lip until he was stark naked in front of you. you loved the sight of him, naked-covered in a thick blanketing of dark hair from his chest downward, muscled form bulging. he was a mountain of a man, in every sense of the word. his cock was already hard and twitching, pointed towards the ceiling with a thick, swollen head. it was flattering to see what just one little show of yours could do to him. he grasps the curtain rod, about to step into the shower with you, but you place both hands on his chest and stop him in his tracks.

“remove your clothes.” you gesture with a jut of your jaw to the porcelain he is still adorned. “I want to see you. All of you.”

Jungkook climbs inside the shower after getting naked, the shower certainly was not built to fit the two of you, but he doesn’t mind the closeness. in fact, he encourages it by pinning you against the wall with his own body, his cruel hands groping at your breasts. he’s panting already, and he hasn’t even gotten inside of you yet, but his parted lips drag over your mouth, and you tilt your head to welcome his breathy kiss with a happy moan. you can tell it drives him mad by the way he pushes you against the slick wall harder, as if he is trying to somehow force himself closer than he already is. you grip both sides of his neck to keep him close, pushing your tongue out to meet his.

Jungkook whimpers with need, digging his rough fingers into your fleshy thigh as he hoists it up on to his hip, leaving you struggling on the tiptoe of your other foot. you trusted him not to let you slip, even in his careless, primal state. “Fuck me, Jungkook,” you murmur against his lips, “I need to feel you!”

he can hold back no longer even if he wanted to; jungkook guides himself to part your netherlips and plunges deep. with a lusty cry, your fingernails nip at his neck, back arching, and the knee at his waist digs in, pulling him closer. “Mm!” usually, Jungkook could be a slow lover, a considerate one that would give you ample time to get comfortable with his size and how he stretched you, but he was too far gone tonight. luckily, so were you. you didn’t want to wait on his rhythm to build, and he didn’t seem to have the patience for it, either. he falls into a furious rutting straight away, bottoming out hard each time. “Y—yes, yes, yes!” the word is broken and chanted over and over, as if you were a scratched record, punctuating each cruel thrust. you could hear him grunting, more beast than man, in your ear. couple that with the way he hollows you, your walls flittering madly around the thick cock in your guts, and your eyes start to roll back.

“Oh, my god, right there—“ you groan, peering up at him through the steam and the haze of being dickdrunk, “I’m so fucking close!” you suck in a breath, but the air is thick and hard to take down. Jungkook has buried his face in your neck, sucking and biting at your skin, but he hears you and obliges the best he can, jack hammering the same, tender spot in your depths without even a single pause. “You’re— you’re gonna make me cum!” raking your nails down his neck and over his shoulders, your body is pulling itself so tight that it’s almost painful; the telltale bubbling in your belly is the orgasm brewing, and it’s about to boil over. you know it’s going to be intense, maybe too intense, but you can’t find the words to tell him to slow down. even if you could, you don’t think you’d want to.

Within a moment, after an orgasm, you both were in bed. The scenario changed. Now, you were his mute doll. Tied and helpless.

"No, no, no, please," you begged Jungkook, but to no use, as another surge of blinding ecstasy struck you hard, making you scream and convulse on the bed uncontrollably. The restraints that held you made it impossible for you to move your hands or close your bound legs to make the painful pleasure stop, making him smirk as he watches you struggle. At this point, there was no use in fighting the man overstimulating you for his needs and sadistic pleasure.

He towered over your limp and bare body with a wicked smirk playing on his lips and darkness swimming in his eyes. There was a sinister tone laced in his voice as he spoke, with a surprising hint of softness and care buried deep in it.

"I will not stop. Not when have you tied up and to my every mercy. I will take advantage of you and watch you come undone again and again until you're nothing but a sensitive and overstimulated mess for me."

"I-I can't," you sobbed at his promise of more stimulation while tears streamed down your face.

"Yes, you can. You have to, for me. I've wanted to fuck you since i saw in the shower, my precious doll. I've been watching you. Yearning for you for so long. And now, when I finally have you, I'm never letting go." His words made you shudder in fear and hidden desire.

He placed a light and tender kiss on your clammy cheek. His warm breath tingled your skin as he uttered his last words. "I'll take care of your pussy, baby, I promise."

As promised, he pressed the vibrator to your overstimulated and abused clit again, intending to make you come and squirt for him even more. He placed himself near your dripping and quivering pussy, wanting to watch very closely as he brought forth another earth-shattering and toe-curling orgasm.

He turned on the powerful toy at full strength, making you cry, and your body tensed up as an instant surge of electricity coursed through your nerves. The lines between pleasure and pain overlap, making you almost numb to the sensation, but at the same time, you've never been so aware of your body and mind as of right now.

You began to toss and writhe on the sheets as you neared your ecstasy for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. Involuntarily, your hips bucked into the vibrator, desperate for more stimulation on your throbbing clit. You tried to grasp onto something, anything, to keep yourself firm and solid as it became too much for you to bear.

"Attagirl," the man sneered as he observed that you were indeed needy for the stimulation despite not knowing yourself.

"O-oh my goood," you sobbed as your mind went fuzzy and white as another intense rush of bliss and cruel pleasure travelled through each and every nerve ending in your sensitive body. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, hips thrusting up and legs shaking as your walls contracted around nothing, and your clit throbbed violently against the vibrator as it never stopped stimulating you, continuing to draw out your orgasm and making you squirt uncontrollably.

After what felt like several minutes of excruciating pleasure, you lay once more limp and sore as you panted heavily after the absolute mess the man had made of you. No thoughts in your brain whatsoever.

"You did so well, my precious doll," he praised.

You hoped that he would show you mercy now, but it didn't seem like he was thoroughly done and satisfied with you just yet as he shoved two fingers into your deprived pussy, making you shriek, and his lips ghosted your swollen and abused bundle of nerves.

"P-please," you begged in a whine, not even sure what at this point for him to stop or keep on going.

"I'm still not done with you, baby," he murmured before taking your raw clit captive between his lips, ready to draw out even more from you until you were all used up and empty.

A/n: had the bhrams concept in my mind.