"And you say I'm kinky," I hum getting up to go to my chest of draws.

"Shut up," He whines pouting slightly, "Ok baby boy," I hum leaning forward to tie the silk around his eyes.

He licks his lips thrusting his hips up impatiently.

"Be still baby boy," I say pushing his hips down, "Be quick," He groans.

I cover my member in lube leaning to whisper in a husky voice in his ear "Daddy is gonna make you feel sooo good,"

"I know, Daddy," I gently stroke his member my thumb pressing on its tip.

He whimpers quietly, "I thought you were gonna fuck me?"

"I will" I hum evily, "When?"

"When I say so," I tease his hole smirking, "I hate you," I mutter thrusting my hips up to get more contact.

I slide myself in "Hate you too," I mutter biting my lip.

"M-move," He complains, squirming underneath me. I push myself in and out  slowly my hands gripping his hips.

"Why are you so slow?"

"I wanna build up you slowly," I hum pushing his legs up slightly, "But I don't wanna be worked up right now, just fuck me,"

"I'll fuck you how I want." I hum slapping the top of his thigh lightly.

"But it's my body you're using," He moans bucking his hips up, gasping when my dick pushes in to his prostate.

I thrust into him slightly harder my hands brushing up his sides, he gasps, letting his head fall back against the pillows.

I groan griting my teeth as I thrust harder into the boy below me, "Fuck. Tae don't stop," He groans gripping onto the ties around his hands.

I decide to repeat a series of slower thrust before thrusting harder into him, Jungkook moans loudly, biting into his bottom lip trying to be quieter.

"Let me hear you baby boy, " I bite my lips thrusting faster feeling a knot in my stomach.

He shakes his head, breathing heavily through his nose, I move my hand up and down his lengh in rhythm with my thrusts trying to force some sounds out of him.

He bites on his lip a little harder, his thighs shaking a little from the stimulation.

"Fuck," I groan squeezing my eyes closed as I thrust hitting his sweet spot, Jungkook grunts pushing his hips up to meet my thrusts, "I'm close, Tae,"

"I know just hold on for Daddy" I say gripping his member as I moan.

Jungkooks back arches, pulling against the restraints as he waits for me.

I thrust into him building up my climax "Fuck baby your so tight," I mumble through gritted teeth.

"No, you're just massive," He whimpers.

I chuckle "Same difference," I grip his hips my thrusts becoming less and less powerful.

He grinds against me, trying to reach his climax.

I press my face into his neck thrusting harder to try and tip myself over the edge.

Jungkook moans loudly as he releases on my chest, clenching around me.

I thrust a few more time pulling out to release onto the sheets, I lay on top of him panting slightly.

"I just changed these sheets asshole," He pants slouching against the ties.

I chuckle into his neck my hands sliding around him, "Aren't you gonna untie me?"

"Gimme a chance," He says reaching to untie my hands, "So, are we gonna start our work out now?"

"Jesus christ give me a chance" I hug onto him so he is unable to move his torso.

"I'm giving you a chance~" He wiggles underneath me pulling at the ties on his legs.

I sit on his stomach to untie his legs and to undo his blindfold.

"Are we gonna work out now?" He asks waiting to be untied, "Yeah,"

"Can we shower first?" Jungkook asks rubbing his wrists where the ties were.

"Sure," I say with a sigh before laying down beside him, he rolls onto my chest tiredly, "Ok,"

I hug my arms around his waist closing my eyes.

"I thought you didn't cuddle," He mumbles wrapping his arms around his neck. "I dont but I'm tired"

"So I can cuddle you when you're tired?"

"Depends," I mutter nuzzling into his neck, "It's worth a shot," Jungkook runs his fingers through my hair, plaiting parts of it.

"Dont mess up my hair," I mumble, "It's messed up anyway," He coos into my neck.

"It's called organised mess," I pout, "It's called a mess." He corrects bluntly.

Jumgkook sits up on my waist tugging at my arm, "Come, let's go shower,"

"I dont wanna move," I pout hugging my arms around myself, "Come~"

"Later," I whine hugging the blanket around myself, "Now. You're making the blanket dirty."

"Its already dirty,"

"But you're making it harder for me to clean later," He tugs on my arm trying to drag me out the bed.

"I hate you" I whine pulling him back, "If you hated me you wouldn't fuck me~"

"It's called angry fucking," I pout, "And you love it,"

I groan taking his hands to pull myself up, he pulls me out my bedroom to the bathroom.

I climb into the shower and sigh as I turn on the water, he comes in behind me, adjusting the water so it's a little hotter.

I run my fingers through my now wet hair turning to face him, "Can I borrow your shower gel?" He asks wetting his hair.

"Turn around," I say picking up the shower gel from the side of the bath.

He turns around, playing with his hands behind his back as he waits for me.

I put some of the shower gel on my hand and begin to massage it in to his shoulders.

"Want me to wash you after?" He asks turning his head to look at me. "Could do," I say rubbing the soapy bubbles over his waist and hips.

"Okay," He hums playing with some of the bubbles in his hands.

I peck the back of his neck as I finish covering his body in the soap, I get the shower head rincing his body.

"Any idea what you actually want to make me do for a workout?" He asks grabbing the shower gel, squirting it into his palms.

"Well, we could go for a run to start off with or use the treadmil. Then maybe some weights?"

He rubs the gel around my chest and shoulders making his way down my torso, "Sounds tirering,"

"Its a work out. Its supposed to be,"

"Yeah, yeah. I did used to work out y'know,"

"Yeah. You used to be really buff and sexy. Now, you' just sexy,"

"Hopefully, I'll be buff and sexy again one day,"

"I look forward to it," I hum tilting my head up to let the water hit my face.

"Why do you look foward to it?" He asks taking the shower head to rinse the bubbles off my body.

"I love to fuck a strong, powerful muscle man,"

"Why? Does it make you feel powerful or something?" He coos pushing my shoulder so I turn around and squeezing more shower gel directly on to my back.

"Of course it does," I chuckle turning around to pull him forward by his hips placing a kiss on his lips.

"Maybe when I'm stronger I'll top you~" He mumbles resting his hands on my neck.

"Nu uh. Baby' gonna stay bottom," I hum placing my lips against his, my hands going around his waist.

"We'll see," He wraps his arms around my neck leaning in for a kiss. I move my lips against his before pulling away with a smile.

"What you smiling at?" He slaps my chest, turning around with a pout.

"Nothing," I chuckle putting my chin on his shoulder, resting my hands on his hips. "You sure?" He turns his head curiously. "You never smile like that,"

"Guess I'm just happy,"

"Why though?" He narrows his eyes at me, poking my chest as if it will force me to reveal a reason.

"Because I am," I say flicking his forehead in return.

"Ow!" He dramatically holds his hands on his forehead sitting down in the bath.

I ruffle his hair before I rinse the rest of the soap from my body. I step out of the shower picking up one of the towels I have hanging up.

He pokes his head past the shower curtain, hopelessly reaching for a towel across the room.

I begin to dry myself before i turn to him "When you planning on going home to Mr Dickhead?"

"He's not a dickhead,"

"He really is," I say with a sigh, "At least I can go back to him though, he doesn't have to let me live with him,"

"Why dont you find your own place?"

"Can't afford it," He sighs looking down at the floor, "Thats too bad," I say with a sigh.

He hums in agreement, "I wouldn't be surprised if I live with him until I die," I shrug "You better call him. He seemed pissed that you stayed here"

"You didn't ask him first?!"

"Well he was being a douche so I told him to go shove his rules and that you're staying here,"

"I'm dead." He hangs his head over the bath in defeat, "Well... only a little bit dead,"

"He's probably not gonna let me leave the house in months..."

"Well you could always sneek out when he goes to work,"

"He has cameras,"

"Seriously jeeze. Even in your room?" He nods, "He knows I would try to leave,"

"In the bathroom?"

"Yes, he works with them for a job so he can have as many as he likes,"

"What if you wanted to jerk off? He could watch?"

"Yeah but he doesn't. He's disgusted at the thought of anything gay,"

"But I thought you said once that he pretended to be your boyfriend"

"Yeah he did, He let me kiss him and shit,"

"What if you hooked up with someone though?"

"Then he gave me pepper spray and a sat nav, Einstein,"

"What if you wanted to hook up at yours though?"

"Didn't ask, come over one day you can see for yourself," He chuckles wiping his face and neck with my towel.

"Nah, I don't wanna fuck when there's cameras,"

"Why? You not into that? Not like he'll watch," He smirks at me resting his head on his palm. "No filming that is my only rule."

"How come?"