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“Taehyung,” he says, and you swallow, making eye contact and then glancing at his arms and his waist. He’s in a crop top, which is hot as fuck, and he’s got one hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back so he can see the collar around your neck-- but not for long. In his other hand he’s got a blindfold, blood red and satiny. “Stand.”You stand, silent, and he hands you the blindfold.“You know what to do,” he says, and smiles at you. You smile back, and walk around him to stand behind him and tie the blindfold over his eyes. Your fingers shake with excitement as you knot the fabric, and he sighs when he feels that you’ve finished, low and confident, assured in his own power, that you’ll do as he says. “Sit, TaeTae.”You walk back around him and kneel, tipping your head into his hand when he takes it out of his pocket and holds it a little forward from his torso, just waiting.“Good boy,” he says, and takes hold of your hair again, tilting your head back like before. “Stay.”His voice has changed. It’s condescending now, high and exaggerated, the way people talk to dogs. It makes you shudder. And this time, instead of looking at the collar, he feels it, reaching down and hooking his finger in the metal loop, and you gasp.“Are you gonna be good tonight, puppy?”This question is a trick. It’s gotten you before, but it won’t this time. You’re gonna be good, which means you aren’t gonna talk, because pets... good pets don’t talk. Except parrots.Jimin is unzipping his fly, and you whimper quietly, because he’s not even wearing underwear. He hasn’t pulled you in yet, so you don’t try to lick him, but you do lick your lips, making sure it’s noisy and that he can hear you. His grip on your hair tightens.“Mm,” he hums, stroking himself, and you can’t help but admire the way he looks, so gorgeous and strong, just starting to sweat, enough to make his forehead shiny.Just cus you feel like it (you try to go with your feelings whenever possible in this kind of scene), you move forwards and lick his hand, the one he’s touching himself with, not trying to like, suck him off early, just exploring some, and he sighs.“Silly pup.”He tugs you away, but doesn’t wipe the back of his hand off, and you like that, how messy it looks. And once he’s hard he pulls you back in, opening your mouth with his hands and thrusting into your throat.You hold your breath. It’s hard, because he doesn’t pull back out right afterwards, but you’ve done this before, so you manage. You do make a bit of a choking noise for realism, though. His grip on your hair is really tight, and it’s a constant, dull pain, but it’s nice how he’s holding onto you.“God, that’s good,” he murmurs, moving you up and down his cock, and you hum back at him, watching how his chest moves with his breathing. You can’t see his face. “Fuck.”You’re getting really messy, drooling everywhere and not bothering with swallowing his pre, though you do make sure to taste it. It’s gross, as usual, and you make an exaggerated gagging sound right after you swipe your tongue through his slit. He laughs at you, breathless, and it makes you want to smile. Maybe once he’s finished.“Close,” he says, holding you down on his cock and thrusting into your mouth, and that’s when you swallow, feeling smug when he groans. “Fuck,” he gasps. “Fuck, shit, ah--”He doesn’t let you up until you’ve swallowed it all, and that makes your cock twitch even though it’s disgusting.“Fuck,” he says. “You better not be touching yourself, puppy. Lay back.”You do as he says, and he zips his pants back up before he joins you, dropping to his knees between your legs and holding his hand out, waiting just like before.“Shake hands,” he says, and you shudder, sitting up a little to put your hand in his. “Good boy.”He shoves you onto your back, holding your arm down over your head, and you arch up against him with a whimper and then slump back down immediately, not wanting to get in trouble.“Want a treat, pup?”You wriggle happily, and lean up to lick his cheek.“I bet you do,” he says, wiping your saliva off his face. “You’ve been good tonight, I think you deserve it.”He presses his thigh into your crotch, and you gasp, almost rutting into it but remembering at the last second to be good.“You may grind,” he says imperiously. “You have five minutes. You’d better come before then, okay, puppy? Alexa, set a timer for five minutes.”From across the room, on the bedside table, setting a timer for five minutes.You buck your hips up as an answer, and moan, because his jeans are rough and you’re naked, and he’s holding you down on the floor. He ruffles your hair, and scritch-scratches behind your ear, and you let your eyes shut, leaning into that touch and grinding up harder against him.“You sound so cute, TaeTae, I bet you look adorable too. You gonna come, puppy? Gonna make a mess all over yourself?”“Ah,” you gasp, and he smirks, probably thinking you’re gonna answer him. But you just keep gasping. You’re so close.“Time’s almost up,” he warns, and you choke, trying to grab onto the floor with the hand he isn’t holding down. You keep grinding almost frantically, panting and desperate, and then Alexa chimes from across the room, spelling out your doom. You whimper, and stop grinding, hips still twitching towards him without your permission, and he sighs.“Alexa, stop.”Alexa stops. Jimin stands back up and takes the blindfold off. He checks his phone. And then he leaves, without even looking at you.You pout, and turn over onto your stomach, resting your head on your arms and just waiting, because that’s the game now: waiting. You’ve never been very good at waiting.You’re so bored.(Jimin does come back eventually, with clothes, and he takes the collar off you and helps you get dressed. You ask if you can come, and he smiles sweetly at you and shakes his head. But he’s so cute you can’t really complain.)