Beach Play {NSFW}

The stars were bold tonight, hanging low above the waves like silent voyeurs to the sin about to unfold. The stretch of the beach glistened under the moonlight—untouched, secluded, perfect.

Taehyung’s shirt was already off, tossed into the sand without a second thought. He stood there, loose pants hanging dangerously low on his hips, watching Jungkook walk barefoot toward the tide. Jungkook’s white silk robe barely clung to his body, the sash teasingly undone, letting moonlight kiss the curves of his thighs and the slope of his back.

“Stop there,” Taehyung’s voice cut through the night, calm but commanding.

Jungkook froze mid-step, then slowly turned, already smirking. “Yes, sir?”

Taehyung walked toward him, the sand shifting under his feet. He said nothing at first—just took in the sight of his husband: chest rising and falling with anticipation, lips slightly parted, eyes dark and knowing.

“You know what tonight is?”

Jungkook’s voice was a whisper, “My punishment?”

Taehyung nodded. “You teased me at lunch. At dinner when you touched yourself under the table? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

Jungkook grinned. “I hoped you would.”

That earned him a sharp slap to the ass. Not hard—just enough to make him gasp. Taehyung grabbed a fistful of Jungkook’s hair and tilted his head back.

“You’re lucky I love you,” Taehyung murmured against his neck. “Now, Kneel.”

Jungkook dropped instantly to the sand, his robe falling fully open, bare skin exposed to the cool breeze. Taehyung opened the small leather bag he had brought down to the beach—a collection of black silk rope, a blindfold, lube, a slim vibrator, and soft cuffs.

“You're going to remember this every time you sit for the next three days,” Taehyung said.

He took Jungkook’s hands and gently cuffed his wrists behind his back, then slipped the blindfold over his eyes. Jungkook shivered.

“You okay, baby?”

Jungkook smiled. “Always green.”

Taehyung leaned down and whispered into his ear, “Good boy.”

With that, he slowly pushed Jungkook onto his knees, then onto his back, his wrists now trapped beneath him. The contrast of hot skin on cool sand made Jungkook whimper.

Taehyung kissed down his chest, his tongue dragging deliberately across each nipple, biting and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Jungkook arched beneath him.

“You can’t see me, can you?”

“No,” Jungkook whispered.

“Good. Then you won’t know where I’ll touch next.”

Taehyung trailed his fingers over Jungkook’s stomach, then abruptly gripped his thighs and spread them wide.

Jungkook moaned, panting. “Tae—please—”

“You don’t beg yet. Not until I make you cry for it.”

From the bag, Taehyung pulled the vibrator—small, sleek, and charged. He slicked it with lube and teased Jungkook’s hole with it, circling gently, never pushing in.

Jungkook twisted, muscles tightening. “Tae, please…”

With one smooth push, Taehyung slid the vibrator inside him. Jungkook let out a long, broken moan.

“Such a good slut,” Taehyung murmured. “Spread open and shaking, just for me.”

He turned the vibrator on—low at first, the gentle hum driving Jungkook mad. He wriggled, unable to keep still, blindfolded and bound, grinding down into the sand for friction.

Taehyung watched him squirm for a while before finally straddling him, grinding his clothed crotch against Jungkook’s hard cock.

“You’re dripping,” Taehyung whispered. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Touch me,” Jungkook gasped. “I’m begging, please—”

“No.”

Taehyung turned the vibrator up another level. Jungkook jerked beneath him, hips trying to thrust up. Taehyung pinned him down with a single hand on his stomach.

“You cum only when I say. Not a second before. Or you get another round.”

Jungkook’s thighs trembled. “Yes, sir.”

Taehyung leaned down and kissed him—rough, tongue invading his mouth, claiming it.

The ocean waves were louder now, but not enough to drown out the lewd, wet noises coming from Jungkook’s trembling body.

Jungkook’s moans were desperate now, bitten off into whimpers as he thrashed beneath Taehyung’s firm hold, the vibrator buried inside him still humming steadily.

Taehyung sat back on his heels between Jungkook’s spread legs, admiring the sight—his husband, blindfolded, cheeks flushed red, chest heaving, hips lifting helplessly in the sand.

“You’re holding on so well,” Taehyung purred, dragging his fingertips over Jungkook’s inner thighs. “But I wonder... should I let you cum now?”

Jungkook’s breath caught. “Please… please let me…”

Taehyung leaned over, licking a path from Jungkook’s navel to his sternum before pulling one nipple into his mouth and biting down—not enough to hurt, but enough to make Jungkook cry out.

“Not yet,” Taehyung whispered into his chest. “One more level.”

He turned the vibrator to high.

Jungkook arched off the sand, sobbing. “Fuck—Tae—Tae, I—I’m gonna—!”

“Don’t you dare,” Taehyung warned, voice dark. His hand curled tightly around Jungkook’s cock, squeezing at the base with precision. Jungkook screamed—denied release, shaking, panting hard enough to make his chest tremble.

“You feel that? That ache in your belly?” Taehyung whispered against his ear. “That’s me owning you. Controlling your pleasure. You don’t cum without my permission. Say it.”

“I—I don’t come unless you say,” Jungkook gasped.

Taehyung smiled, licking a stripe up Jungkook’s throat. “Good boy.”

With one swift motion, he pulled the vibrator out and tossed it aside, earning a full-body shudder from Jungkook. His hole clenched around nothing, hungry and exposed.

Taehyung didn’t let up.

He slapped Jungkook’s inner thigh—sharp, loud, leaving a red bloom on his skin.

“Count it.”

“O-one—” Jungkook’s voice trembled.

Another slap, this time just below the curve of his ass.

“Two.”

Taehyung delivered five in total, each one followed by a kiss over the reddened skin, soft lips where harsh palms had landed.

“You’re so perfect like this,” Taehyung whispered, wrapping a hand around Jungkook’s throat—not squeezing, just holding, commanding. “You’re mine. All of this—mine.”

Jungkook moaned under him, eyes blindfolded, mouth parted. “Yours… I’m yours.”

Taehyung slicked himself with lube, then leaned over, chest to chest, their foreheads touching.

“You want me to fuck you now?”

Jungkook nodded rapidly. “Yes—please, please—I need it.”

Taehyung aligned himself and thrust in all at once, burying himself to the hilt. Jungkook cried out, his bound hands digging into the sand beneath him.

“Fuck, Tae—so deep—”

“You were made for me,” Taehyung growled, pulling out and slamming back in. “Every inch of you fits me like it was designed that way.”

His pace started slow but hard, the slap of skin echoing against the rhythm of the waves. Jungkook writhed beneath him, completely at his mercy.

Taehyung leaned back, grabbed Jungkook by the hips, and yanked him upward slightly—changing the angle, hitting deeper.

“You love when I ruin you like this, don’t you?” Taehyung panted.

“Yes—yes, I love it—” Jungkook sobbed.

Taehyung leaned over again, pushing Jungkook’s knees higher, pounding harder. His rhythm grew erratic, wild, his hands roaming over Jungkook’s flushed chest, pinching his nipples, pulling his head back by his hair.

Then—he stopped.

Jungkook gasped. “W-Why—why’d you stop—?”

“You want to come, baby?”

“Yes—please—I’m so close—please—”

“Beg better.”

Jungkook whined, panting. “Please, Tae—I’m yours—I’ve been good—let me come, I want it—I want it so bad—please use me—fill me—claim me—”

Taehyung moaned at that, pulling Jungkook into his lap, the angle now even deeper as he began thrusting up into him, hard and fast.

“Cum” he growled. “Now.”

Jungkook shattered—his whole body convulsing as he screamed, release hitting him so hard he collapsed against Taehyung’s chest. He came untouched, thick ropes across their stomachs, hips twitching as he clenched around Taehyung’s cock.

That was all it took—Taehyung groaned deeply, wrapping his arms around Jungkook and cuming deep inside him, hips jerking until he stilled, pulsing inside his husband with one last breathless moan.

The waves crashed gently in the distance, slower now—like even the ocean had grown shy in the wake of what it had just witnessed.

Taehyung’s chest heaved as he held Jungkook tightly in his lap, their skin slick with sweat and release, breath mingling in the humid air. His cock still nestled inside his husband, softening gradually, but his arms remained wrapped protectively around Jungkook’s trembling frame.

He tilted Jungkook’s chin up. “Color?”

Jungkook was still blindfolded, lips parted, face flushed and damp from tears and sweat. But his voice came through steady, if a little hoarse.

“Still green, baby,” he whispered, smiling softly. “You ruined me perfectly.”

Taehyung exhaled a shaky breath and pressed his lips to Jungkook’s temple. “You were so fucking good for me. So perfect, I don’t even deserve you.”

Gently, slowly, he shifted them so Jungkook was laid on the sand, cradled against a rolled-up towel Taehyung had earlier stuffed into their bag. He reached behind Jungkook and carefully unfastened the cuffs, kissing each of his wrists the moment they were free.

“Too tight?” he asked.

Jungkook shook his head. “They were perfect. I love the way you bind me.”

“I’ll lotion your wrists when we get back to the villa,” Taehyung said gently, brushing sand from his hands.

Next, he reached for the blindfold, untied the knot at the back, and let it fall away slowly. Jungkook blinked up at him, eyes dazed but bright, gleaming in the moonlight.

“I missed seeing you,” he whispered.

Taehyung leaned down and kissed him—soft this time, no tongue, no dominance, just lips pressed to lips like a quiet promise.

“I love you,” he whispered into Jungkook’s mouth.

“I love you more,” Jungkook whispered back.

They lay like that for a moment, just breathing together. Then Taehyung gently pulled out of him, careful not to hurt him. Jungkook whimpered at the sensation, and Taehyung hushed him instantly, smoothing his hair back.

“Hurts?”

“A little,” Jungkook admitted. “But it’s a good kind of ache.”

Taehyung kissed his forehead. “Still. Let me take care of you.”

He pulled out a small, warm towel from their bag—warmed earlier with a heating pack wrapped in cloth—and gently cleaned between Jungkook’s legs, murmuring praise as he worked.

“You took me so well. Let me wreck you. Trusted me. You’re my perfect boy.”

Jungkook closed his eyes, cheeks flushing all over again—not from lust, but from feeling cherished.

After cleaning them both up, Taehyung reached for the oversized fleece blanket he’d brought. He wrapped it around Jungkook, then lay behind him, spooning him, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.

Taehyung’s arms came around him, one resting on his waist, the other gently playing with the ring on Jungkook’s finger.

“Still with me?” he asked softly.

“Mmhm,” Jungkook murmured. “This… this is my favorite part.”

“Aftercare?”

“Being held. Being yours.”

Taehyung buried his nose in Jungkook’s hair, inhaling deeply.

“Mine. Always mine. And I’m yours.”

They stayed that way for a while, tangled in the blanket, the sound of the waves soothing the aftershocks of pleasure still lingering in their bodies. Jungkook rested his hand on Taehyung’s, fingers lacing together.

“Was I too much?” Taehyung asked quietly. “I know I went deep tonight.”

Jungkook shook his head. “No. You gave me exactly what I needed. I wanted to be undone. And I wanted it from you.”

Taehyung’s heart swelled. He kissed Jungkook’s cheek again, softer than the sea breeze.

“I never get tired of making you fall apart… just so I can be the one to put you back together.”

Jungkook turned in his arms and kissed him again—longer this time. No urgency. Just mouths pressed together under the stars like they had all the time in the world.

Eventually, Taehyung chuckled, brushing sand from Jungkook’s shoulder.

“You’re going to be sore tomorrow.”

“I hope so,” Jungkook grinned sleepily. “Remind me of tonight.”

“Next time we do this—mirror on the beach?”

Jungkook snorted. “Pervert.”

“Only for you.”

They laughed softly together. Then Taehyung tucked the blanket tighter around them both, and they lay there under the moonlight, skin to skin, heart to heart, still wrapped in heat and softness.

Their world was nothing but waves, stars, and the beating of two hearts in sync.

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