tive forming little waves around them. The moves became sloppier once the shaft was angled correctly and brushing his prostate so tattooed fingers dug into the pale skin of his sides in order to help him. Jungkook was a lot stronger than he was and even if he was maneuvering him like a rag doll it was still easier for him to concentrate on the pleasure alone, his chants becoming louder with each minute that passed. "Does it feel g-good, little one? Does Daddy's cock fill you up nicely?"

"I'm close, can I – can I cum?" He knew it was too soon and Jungkook was not even halfway through what he needed to orgasm but he hoped he would be allowed to release.

"You've been so good for me. Cum for me, angel." Long fingers closed around his red member and began pumping it fast so semen spurted out of the tip almost immediately, causing for his whole body to tremble. The aftershocks were so powerful that the tattoo artist thought he'd follow but Jimin was already limp against him by the time that could happen. His breathing was uneven and he looked close to passing out so he decided not to push his luck and gently helped him off his hardness before cradling him in his arms. The pink-haired boy was shaking like a leaf and as soon as he spotted the confused teary eyes he began to feel guilty at the thought that he might have went overboard with the whole thing. Maybe he should have kept it vanilla. Fingers dug into the skin of his chest as the first tears fell. "Why are you crying, baby boy? Have Daddy hurt you?"

"N-No." He sniffled. "It's just a – a lot."

Jungkook cooed at the words and kissed his head again and again, his hands massaging the warm skin of his lover's arms and torso.

"I know it is, sweetheart. I'm sorry if it overwhelmed you. Was Daddy too mean to you?" Jimin shook his head.

"I like it when you're mean." He smiled weakly and buried his face in the crook of his neck. He realized the elder has not released so he sneaked his hand to grab the erection but Jungkook stopped him.

"It's okay, kitten, you don't have to."

"But I want to."

A few minutes later he was cumming around a tight fist but had to quickly come back to his senses because Jimin has slipped into little space and there were low chances of him exiting it anytime soon. So he tried to make it fun, washing his hair gently and asking him to sing, enjoying the sweet and raspy voice. They even played with the rubber duck before they got out and Jungkook helped the boy into his pjs that were covered in smiley avocados.

"Is my angel sleepy?" Jimin shook his head, his eyes as wide as saucers. "Do you still want Daddy to help you shave your prince parts?" The pink-haired boy crossed his legs at the question and smiled shyly while nodding. "Okay, wait for me in the bedroom."

He cleaned the bathtub before dressing his brown robe and grabbing everything he needed for his next task. He managed to pour warm water in a vessel and brought it to the room along with shaving cream, a razor and two fluffy towels. He found Jimin already naked from the waist down, his arms cuddling Milo tightly.

"Come closer to the edge, sweets." He placed one of the towels underneath his body and let his fingertips wander on one of his inner thighs, thinking about the best plan to make it work and not hurt his baby in the process. "Turn around, let's start with your bum."

Jungkook was touching him like he was made of glass and even if Jimin whined when he felt his cheeks spread, he tried to relax against the mattress. The truth was that he felt pampered so he closed his eyes as foam spread over his skin, the razor following gently. The tattoo artist avoided his entrance but he was still half-hard when he was asked to turn around so he immediately tried to cover his member, feeling embarrassed.

"Don't – you're not allowed to hide from me, kitten." He was not serious about his warning but it worked. "Can Daddy make you hard, sweets?" It was easier to shave him like that and he knew that was the case so he nodded, moaning loudly when he felt velvety lips wrapping around him. He whined when his tip hit the back of Jungkook's throat and grasped the dark strands with one hand, the other one still hugging Milo.

"C – Close!" He warned and was released before more foam was spread over his pelvis.

"Don't move, baby. I don't want to hurt you."

The peach fuzz was completely done with when the tattoo artist finished his handiwork so he leaned and kissed the soft skin lovingly.

"Do you want Daddy to take care of it?" Jimin nodded and buried his face in the stuffed animal he was holding as he let himself go. He came all over Jungkook's fingers and his tummy and the whiteness has been wiped away by a damp towel before the elder helped white boxers back on along with his pj pants.

The tattoo artist took quite some time to take care of the things he has used and when he came back he found the pink-haired boy curled like a kitten in the same place, his eyes shut. He was already asleep so the man grabbed his phone in order to snap a picture of the cute sight before gathering him in his arms and lowering him under the covers. He had a stencil to finish but he heard a faint "Daddy" that convinced him to lie down and snuggle his baby close to his chest.

April came bearing happiness.

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