Fics like the leash is optional (he wears it anyway)

Then Jimin shifted, reaching for the glass of water on the side table. He took a sip, paused, and—without warning—tipped the rest deliberately over Jeongguk’s chest. Cold water soaked through the thin fabric of his shirt in an instant, clinging to skin and the hard lines of muscle beneath. Jeongguk startled, eyes wide. “Jimin—what the hell—” Jimin was already sliding off the couch and onto the floor, crawling forward on his hands and knees until he was between Jeongguk’s spread legs. Blond hair fell into his eyes. He looked up through his lashes, expression pure mischief and something darker underneath. “Oh no,” he said, voice soft and wicked. “Whatever can we do? You’re all wet, husband. If only there was someone who could help you out of these soaked clothes…” His hands settled on Jeongguk’s thighs, thumbs stroking slow arcs inward. Jeongguk’s cock twitched hard inside his pants, already thickening at the tone alone. Heat flooded his face and lower. Fuck. He’s going to ruin me again. He’s going to— jeongguk never expected that spilling iced americano on a silver-haired stranger’s lap in a café would rewrite his entire life.

Fics like the leash is optional (he wears it anyway)

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