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Jeongguk was already big enough on a regular basis, for Jimin to feel as if he was being split in half. But today there was a kind of urgency rippling under the younger’s skin, some animalistic instinct that had him pining his Hyung to the mattress with intention; the elder’s pretty pace blotchy as tears run free down petal pink flushed cheeks as he pounded into Jimin’s tight heat at a brutal pace; grip vice enough on dainty hips to know there were going to be finger-like indents left behind way before they were finished.
And Jimin loved going at it gently (usually), have kisses peppered in the expanse of his body and sweet words whispered in his ear; easing into an intimate rocking of hips and simultaneously reaching their peaks. He absolutely loved feeling treasured and taken care of. But today, there was something different about the whole situation. Today, Jeongguk was manhandling him into the position he wanted him in: all fours, ass high in the air and face buried in soft sheets, before we could fully process what was going on. The younger had never been like this before, always treating his tiny Hyung as a precious gift, something so fragile, it could break if you didn’t hold it the right way. Though, it was clear now that there was no going back to soft, at least not for now. Not until the younger was satiated. But Jimin couldn’t say he didn’t love it.
Truth be told, he didn’t know he had it in him. At least not before Jeongguk came along, knocking on his door and crowding his shorter body against it the moment he closed it. Reaching under his thighs to haul him up until he cradled the younger’s narrow waist between the soft skin of his thighs. There was a gasp trapped somewhere in the back of his throat as he felt Jeongguk’s girth already hard and pressing proudly at his navel; couldn’t really help himself as he circled his hips down teasingly to feel it shift against his own smaller cock. Just as he couldn’t help the shiver that racked down his spine at his donsaeng’s groan.
They were in the blonde’s room before he could process that Jeongguk was moving. He was startled when he was thrown in bed and his underwear was being ripped out of his body. He had never seen the younger so desperate before. Even as he had tried and succeeded at teasing the younger to no end, the latter had always been able to maintain a firm grip on his control, dismissing Jimin with a soft peck on his forehead and a condescending smile that always had the blonde pouting petulantly.
What was so different about today? Maybe it had something to do with the pictures he sent him earlier. The ones with him biting down on his plump bottom lip as he lifted just so the hoodie he was wearing (that coincidentally enough, belonged to Jeongguk), just enough so the younger could take a look at his brand new panties. Pink and pretty with a little bow in the front, resting perfectly over the head of his chubby cock, barely contained in them as they hugged tight around his hips. He would admit he was being too much to the younger’s already thin semblance of self-control, but what could he say? He had yearned for the black haired boy to be just as affected as he was. And he had got what he wanted alright.
A jolt of pain mixed with all the overwhelming pleasure had him coming back to the present, feeling every inch of the younger’s cock as it dragged along his walls so deliciously he was left as a babbling mess. Spit running down the corner of his mouth and soaking the pillowcase he was using to muffle his screams. In a haze, he realized Jeongguk had bitten the tender skin where his neck and shoulder joined and Jimin moaned at the thought of being marked up by the younger. Having everyone who took a look at him know he was owned.
It was a shock when Jeongguk yanked his head from behind with a harsh pull on his hair, blonde locks soft and held possessively in the tight grip on the younger’s fist. Jimin scrabbled, trying to find some leverage and ultimately finding it in the black haired boy’s thighs. He was already short of breath and it all was pounded out of him when Jeongguk didn’t stop fucking him during the whole ordeal; holding him up with a hand in a vice grip on his hips and another one still holding his hair, exposing the elegant column of his throat that the younger didn’t waste time in marking up as well.
-"C’mon, baby. You were so brave in your texts. Now you’re getting all shy with me?" –The younger’s voice had never sounded so primal, a deep growl hissed directly at his ear, and Jimin couldn’t help the full body shiver that racked through him. He wanted to answer, to say something but words had failed him a long time ago and he could only whine in response. There was a dark chuckle, something mocking enough to have his skin burning hot with embarrassment, and then –"What’s wrong, babe? Cat got your tongue?" –Jimin’s mouth opened and closed, still, no words coming out. Mocha eyes falling shut and a small hand coming up to hold Jeongguk’s neck and the latter changed the violent thrusts for grinding his hips in tight circles, massaging the smaller man’s prostate restlessly.
There was a high pitched keen bouncing in the walls as Jeongguk released his grip in the soft blonde locks in favor of pinching and twisting a nipple and it was just too much for the smaller boy; hips rolling back into Jeongguk’s desperately, in an attempt to convey with actions what he couldn’t with words. There was too much of everything and still, not enough. He tried again, swallowing the saliva attempting to escape down the corner of plush lips and «H-harder»
-"What did you just say?" –He knew it had been a whisper, but he also knew Jeongguk had been close enough to hear him nonetheless and he whined when the younger completely stilled the movements of his hips. So he tried, again.
«H-Harder. P-please» Jimin startled when he was thrown face first into the mattress, arms giving up on him and getting trapped under his panting chest; he looked over his shoulder to Jeongguk, the latter laughing something sardonic and he panicked, mind racing, scrambling for something to say that could win him the younger’s good side again.
-"God, you’re such a whore for my cock. Aren’t you?" –When there was no other answer than big doe eyes the color of caramel looking up at him, Jeongguk continued –"Even though I’m fucking you" –and he punctuated that with a harsh trust – "it’s still not enough for you, baby boy? Who would have thought that our resident good boy Jimin was such a cock slut?" –Jimin felt fresh tears gathering in his eyes, took everything from him, but he managed a shy, broken «N-no»
The younger tsked and it was clear he was disappointed –"No?" –He asked, narrowing his eyes at the quivering body under him –"You sure about that, hun? Cuz all I see here is a desperate little thing begging to get fucked" –Jimin couldn’t think straight, not with the way the younger had started an even crueler pace, abusing his tiny hole but it was obvious to the elder that he didn’t want Jeongguk to be disappointed in him. He wanted to be good for the younger if only to keep him pounding into him so restlessly. «I- I’m a slut. I’m J-Jeonggukie’s s-slut» he released with a sob, bottom lip trembling pitifully as shame burnt hot along his whole body like molten lava.
There was a particularly brutal trust, a shock of pain exploding on his ass cheek as the younger’s big hand landed sharply on it. Jimin shuddered violently, shivers running down the elder’s spine and his already choked out moan broke into a sob, body going up the bed with the force of the younger’s hips pistoning into him. His muscles tighten around Jeongguk’s dick and the latter growled something carnal, big hands landing a couple more slaps on the tender skin of Jimin’s plump ass, squeezing so tight around his dainty hips there were already purplish bruises adorning the otherwise unblemished skin. And that thought alone had another mewl ripping from Jimin’s abused throat, world coming to a halt as pleasure exploded behind his eyelids.
The room vibrated with the sound of a hoarse cry ripping from the elder’s already abused throat, something that sounded suspiciously like a broken version of the younger’s name, a prayer for more and to stop all wrapped up in the symphony of Jimin’s angel voice and the staccato sound of his moans. He collapsed on the bed; body going completely limp and pliant under the younger’s unrelenting trusts, chasing his own orgasm. The last thing Jimin felt, was Jeongguk’s hot seed seeping into his hole and he whined, loving the feeling of being so utterly marked up and then he was out.
A few… minutes? Hours? Later, he woke up to soft kisses being peppered on the side of his neck, right where Jeongguk had bitten into his skin earlier. Jimin stirred and let out a pleased hum, body sore in the most delicious way. Mocha eyes fluttered open to find doe ones already looking at him, Jeongguk’s bunny smile thrown his way, and god, he was adorable. How could this, and the person who fucked him so thoroughly just moments ago, be the same one?
-"Hey" –The younger whispered. Dropping a kiss in Jimin’s swollen mouth. And the latter smiled, because how could he not to?
«Hi, bun» and oh, his voice was wrecked. He vaguely wondered how long it would take to go back to his normal pitch without it feeling as if he had just choked on hot water.
Jeongguk looked at him, the same look their friends made fun of because they said it just showed how utterly whipped for Jimin the younger was, and Jimin felt his own smile grow, pretty eyes puffy with tears forming crescents on his face. He moaned when Jeongguk shifted, realizing just now that the younger was still inside him, and apparently growing hard by the second. He was sore and oversensitive; every gentle rock of the black haired boy’s hips bringing a new wave of pain-pleasure that had him curling his toes.
The blonde had to blink a couple of times when the younger spoke again, brain turned to mush scrambling to give sense to his words –"Was I too rough?" –and oh, his Jeonggukie was so sweet. He smiled at the younger again, tired arms coming up to wrap around Jeongguk’s neck, sighing happily when the younger continued laving the sensitive patch of skin under his ear as he rocked his hips languidly.
«You were perfect»
