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Fingers close around the front of Jungkook’s throat and pull him back into the current of Jimin’s frantic thrusting as he fucks the officer hard into the side of their bed.
Choked moans squeezed out from those same fingers pressing in dangerously to the sides of his neck there where it cuts off his airways, eventually pinched hard enough that Jungkook’s seeing visions of white and gasping breathlessly under the assault behind him.
Jimin releases him only to grab a handful of his hair and shove his head into the covers, towering behind him with his hips pistoning roughly.
“J-Ji-”
Broken off and muffled, tears pressured out the corners of Jungkook’s eyes from every slam into his prostate.
This treatment he’s receiving is an acted practice of their routine bedroom sessions, when Jungkook gets home late and Jimin’s penting his stresses into him.
The thrusts abruptly stop and Jimin pulls his cock out with that loud squelch, getting off Jungkook entirely and leaving him there laying bent over the bed.
“It’s Sir to you, pet. You know better.” Jimin grabs the end of the chain hanging off as the leash attached to Jungkook’s leather collar, tugging it back to bring the boy up.
“Down.”
Jungkook slides to his knees on the floor, whimpering at how he now clenches emptily around nothing, missing the thick girth stretching into his walls.
Jimin keeps a tight grip on the chain, pulling on it again to insinuate that the other boy lift his head. He does, greeted by the wet head of Sir’s cock rubbing against his lips.
As he parts his lips, Jimin’s other hand knots into his dark strands and he pulls him down his length, forcing him to suck in the majority of his cock.
A muted hum sounds out, as Jungkook is still enjoying it all. The latter always notices.
“Such a slut for my cock. Suck it good, and I might reward you again.” The grip on his hair tightens, a warning to not play.
Jungkook knows not to play when Jimin gets deeper into his space, so he brings his head forward to take all of the length, letting the head of him slide down into his throat.
The groan he receives is rewarding in itself, with that jolting tug that sends a rush of heat up his spine as he starts sucking around what he can, his head slowly moving up and down but with firm sucks trapped in that assault.
The futility of his actions is when Jimin lets go of the chain for both of his hands to clutch at one side of his face, fingers digging into his skin, his other hand applying pressure to the small of his nape when his hips start kicking forward.
The choking is instant, tears flowing, yet Jungkook knows that Jimin adores seeing him that way, and he loves it the same, the low curl of heat in his gut inflamed with greed as those hips start pistoning with the intent to fuck his face.
He has to force his teary eyes to lift to meet Jimin’s powered ones that ooze dominance as those hips smack into his face, his cock lodged deep in his throat in repeated motions.
“That wasn’t good baby, that was too slow for you. You’re just not desperate enough for me, hm?” A thumb sweeps over his cheek, and Jungkook blinks some tears away, whining in disapproval to the words he’s hearing, though his cock is throbbing hanging between his legs.
“We’ll have to get you more desperate for me to fill you with my cum.” For now, Jimin leaves his hips working with his cock sliding between those pretty, plump lips, those tear-streaked cheeks doing more than enough for him to get off to, if he truly wanted to.
Jungkook’s still trying to suck on him, tasting selfishly at what he can with every thrust sent. His arms are bound behind his back with thick rope, holding him hostage to any position Jimin manipulates him to.
“Who knew the authority would be such a bitch for cock? I wonder how the law would love to see you now, all your co-workers probably would want to wreck you, too.”
Jimin’s not relenting on humiliating him, Jungkook’s eyes fluttering at the shame that floods his sweat-wrenched body. In a sudden motion, he’s pulled off his cock, slapped with it right after, his cheek wet with his own saliva.
Jimin rubs his cock all over his face firstly, then watching as Jungkook gets into the rut of things and starts massaging his cheeks, nose, and lips into his cock, breathing in and swallowing at missing the weight in his mouth.
“Cockslut.” Jimin slaps him with a quick yet sharp palm.
Jungkook waits for the next one, whining as Jimin slaps him around where he’s kneeled on the floor, unable to avoid the hits even if he’d like to.
It’s then that Jimin kicks him back with his boot on his chest, forcing him to fall to the hardwood floor beneath them both, coming over to hover his face with that same boot and press it down into his cheek.
Jimin spits on his face, and Jungkook cries more, a low sob leaving his swollen lips.
“What? Address me appropriately.”
“S-Sir…”
The toe of his boot presses harder into his face.
“Please!” Jungkook practically wails, and Jimin laughs at him outright.
“You’re so fucking pathetic.” Jimin seethed, bringing his boot away to instead round his body and stand in front of his legs. “Spread your legs, pet.”
Jungkook acts hesitantly, knowing what’s coming as he stares up at the disheveled appearance of Jimin cracking down on his domspace.
The burning obsidian in his eyes gets him to spread quickly because fearing any further hesitance might’ve brought something ugly out of him.
Jimin steps forward, lifting a leg and hovering his boot to brush it along the leaking cock he discovers there that’d been hiding from between those shaking legs.
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“JEON!”
He jerks the wheel in his hands of his cruiser where he’d almost driven right into an 18-wheeler in the opposite lane to him, his heart pounding insanely fast in his chest.
Brought back to reality, his previous night’s activities haunting him, Officer Min staring him down fearful of their lives where he holds tightly to Jungkook’s arm.
He only loosens his hold when seeing that he’s back from his spacing out, immediately cursing him out for daydreaming while driving.
Jungkook utters so many apologies, blinking rapidly and ignoring the strain on his pants as he awkwardly adjusts his position in his seat to avoid bringing attention to his lower half when his work buddy was right there beside him in the passenger.
“S-Sorry—”
“You fucking better be, you could’ve killed us you dumbass!” Officer Min reads him with a disgruntled expression. “Get us back to the station already, I’m starving.”
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He comes home exhausted to Jimin, who he finds sitting on their couch watching the second season of black mirror. Greeting him with a heavy, tired sigh and settling onto his lap to bury into his neck with some sweet kisses.
Jimin throws an arm around him, kissing his temple. “Hard today?” His job or his cock?
“...Yeah.” Jungkook utters, sheepishly staying in his neck, trying to dodge his arousal.
Duh, his boyfriend notices, squeezing around his middle tighter and landing some more loving pecks along that exposed part of his face.
“Wonder how much longer you’ll have to hide me before they stop trying to find me, sweetheart,” Jimin says through his kisses that are currently melting Jungkook’s resistance away as he hums in answer, feeling a hand card through his hair affectionately.
“Probably never gonna stop…” Jungkook moans as he feels Jimin’s nipping at his jawline now, that hand in his hair lowering to his nape to rub there kindly.
“Well then I’ll keep playing prisoner for you, Angel.” He feels Jimin smirking against his neck now where he bites and tugs on the skin there, pulling another moan from him.
“Did you want to play some more already, Angel? Wasn’t yesterday enough for you?” He hears him usher in a soft whisper, which is still tainted by the erotic nature of his words bringing visual images to flash across his vision.
He groans loud and long, nuzzling deeper into his boyfriend’s neck, wanting to avoid answering those questions.
Jimin’s always one to press though, his other hand smoothing down his side and gripping into his hip with a bruising hold.
And he gets flipped over onto his back there on the sofa, Jimin’s hands already moving to fumble with his belt while he crowds his legs up to his sides.
He smirks deviously below at Jungkook, eyeing him predatorily, and that gets him to groan some more, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Please stop looking at me like you’re going to eat me.”
“Who says that I won’t, Angel?” Jimin retorts back, sliding his belt out of his loops and playfully smacking his thigh with it after, adoring the whine it brings out of Jungkook.
“Then do it.” The brat has the nerve to challenge him. He scoffs, hearing him snicker at him, and tears his arm away from his eyes to break that shroud of hiding.
“Look at me, Jungkookie.” He reaches for his chin, gripping it tight between his index and thumb, turning him to look at him.
Jungkook still tries to fight that grip anyway, eyes straining to look elsewhere, and Jimin follows with his head, gaining on him in close proximity so that he cannot escape his gaze.
“You don’t talk back, remember?”
A beat of silence.
“Jungkook?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Better.” He licks over his lips and lets go of his chin, instead running a hand down his chest that’s still covered in his officer attire. “If you want me to fuck you, you have got to be nice, Jungkookie…”
Jimin tosses the belt away when he sits back up, deciding not to use it, now occupied with getting Jungkook’s pants down his legs and the boy aiding him by lifting his feet where he tugs them off and throws them to the floor too, leaving him in his boxers.
Those are discarded quickly too so that Jungkook’s lower half is bare and he only has that stupid fabric clinging to his chest left for Jimin to tear off.
Instead he lowers himself between the boy’s legs, hooking his hands in the unders of his knees to push his legs up and out so that he’s entirely exposed for his view and pleasure. “So pretty, Angel…”
Jimin’s lips glide along his inner thigh, as his dark eyes stay glued above to Jungkook who is worrying his bottom lip between his teeth and letting him persist as he likes.
The path of those lips create excessive, wet kisses down lower towards the center of where the boy wants him most, his tongue running up the underside of his cock purposefully to hear the low whine catching in Jungkook’s throat. A breathy laugh comes out of Jimin, the warmth of it hitting there against the boy’s hardness, and he places a last kiss to the base.
Only for his tongue to tease at his balls, running up against them and he sucks them into his mouth, watching Jungkook’s eyes nearly roll into the back of his head as he moans, and he also witnesses him grabbing for the arm of the couch as he goes down on him.
Jungkook always gets noisy, and it makes Jimin burn inside, provoking a heat out of him that can only be vanquished by ruining the pretty boy. Proven fact each time they are intimate, the officer is keening, wailing, thrashing, begging, screaming inside his home’s walls.
Their relationship just developed quickly, and hot like hellfire after their first encounter, and months down their interactions. Wasn’t hard to get Jungkook needy.
So Jimin is not surprised in any way when he presses the flat of his tongue firmly up against his fluttering rim, dragging that lick out to tease him, hearing how the boy moans lewd and low.
It has the flames in his gut roaring to claim, and his fingers sink deep into his skin where he holds his legs up, his tongue flicking again across his rim.
Jungkook whimpers heatedly, urging Jimin to follow up with some slower licks all over that area to wet him entirely. “Needy baby,” He spits against his hole, dragging a finger up and down his crack, smearing the wetness there against his rim, teasing him even more to watch his cock twitch.
He pushes the tip of his finger in tauntingly, watching how Jungkook’s head bows when he’s barely touched him. That contact doesn’t last long, as he easily replaces it with the tip of his tongue entering him, before he thrusts it inside him and licks deep into his walls.
Jungkook’s reaction is otherworldly, his moans rich and beautiful as Jimin harvests those sounds out of him from spearing his tongue into him ruthlessly without letting up. Opening up his tight walls that way, a finger slicking in alongside his tongue when he gets bolder with eating him out.
The pace of his finger sinking in to his walls is set slow, while his tongue works feverishly, contrasting what to be expected coming from him, and he eats up Jungkook’s whines and moans as he does.
Jungkook’s other hand finds its way to Jimin’s hair eventually, and he stops abruptly when it gets to that point, snatching hold of his wrist and pulling it free when he sits up, glaring down onto him.
Overseering the boy who appears so small now compared to his size, eyes wide in apology. “No touching, Angel.” Jimin pins his hand up above him where his other clutches at the arm of the couch. “Keep it there or I’ll stop.”
It’s a real threat, and Jungkook whimpers his sorry, hiding into his arm again when Jimin casts such a dark, heated look. “Mmm…” Jimin ends up humming deeply, studying his body and letting both of his hands trail down his chest once again, this time letting one of them fall to the boy’s neglected cock.
He begins stroking him languidly, watching the shift of his features as he enjoys that touch, but he knows deep down what Jungkook really wants.
Jimin’s other hand goes to his own cock that’s hidden behind the confines of his sweatpants, but he’s not wearing any underwear to prevent him from getting straight to business with the latter.
He lets go of Jungkook’s cock just to reach into his sweatpants’ pocket and pull out his packet of lube he kept on him at all moments, tearing it open with his teeth and pouring it onto his engorged length that he had taken out from his pants, stroking himself off to coat his cock.
While that is going on, he notices Jungkook staring down at him touching himself with hungered eyes, and he chuckles softly under his breath, watching him flush hotter. “Want it baby?” He slaps his cock down at his rim, listening to the boy whine in need yet again.
“Please, Sir…”
Jimin leans down over him to capture the lobe of his ear in a lewd suck, hotly kissing there at the boy’s throat afterward while he strokes himself at his hole, pushing teasingly with his hips just to hear the hitch in his breath. “Don’t worry baby, I’m going to fuck you now.”
Jimin would’ve prolonged his teasing, would’ve stretched out the time to see Jungkook wither into something so small under him, to take for himself, but at the moment he was pursuing his own need to take what was his.
That’s why he didn’t prep him with his fingers, now pushing the tip of his cock in, letting his hole swallow him deliberately slow and patiently, greedily tasting at Jungkook’s neck and sucking dark bruises there to surface in a marked way.
Jungkook moans out feeling his walls get stretched by just the tip of his cock, that moan shoved out in amped noise and tone when Jimin snaps his hips forward aggressively out of that slow take, tearing into him where his hips meet flush to his own and he’s settled deepest.
Nothing could’ve prepared Jungkook for the burn and sting of that forced stretch, but he loves it, his hips pushing down onto Jimin in answer for him to continue, and Jimin’s teeth bite into his neck possessively as he begins a pace of measured thrusts that are still hard in the rough snap of his hips.
The resistance met with the tight velvet hugging his cock is good enough to get some deeper grunts out of Jimin, as he pumps into him tirelessly, his hands planted over Jungkook’s on the couch, pinning him effectively underneath his weight.
Jimin can only hear those whiny moans above him, so he lifts his head, wickedly licking up his cheek, smirking at seeing how fucked out he looks already when he’s only just started. “Is it good, Angel?” Biting into the soft flesh of his cheek.
Jungkook answers with his glossy eyes and pretty, parted lips sounding out the most heavenly noises Jimin’s heard a thousand times but still could drive him to be reckless.
The angle of his thrusts are treated unwavering, steady and dogged, up until he pulls out suddenly and pulls Jungkook to sit up only to flip him over onto his stomach, leaning straight over the arm of the couch with his other hand pushing his ass out to arch up for him.
Jimin comes up behind him, slapping cruelly at each of his cheeks, spreading him open with his fingers to steal that view for himself. “You’re gonna look so pretty dripping full of my cum.” He spits down at his hole once again, sinking two digits in just to toy with those muscles. He thrusts them in sternly, listening and watching how Jungkook arches up into his touch, mewling at the lewd noises escaping his walls from their exchange.
Scissoring into him demanding that his hole remain complacent to his demands, Jimin pulls his fingers free and replaces it with his cock to fill Jungkook again. “Such a good sleeve for me,” He chuckles hearing the boy continuing to moan, the nature of his behavior unchanging except that he was speaking less signaling that he was pushing him deeper into that space he craved.
Both hands go to Jungkook’s waist and he grips bruising, now pistoning his hips angrily with the intent to fuck him deep and right into his bundle of nerves. He always slams into his prostate, keeping it ruthless where when the boy’s hands come trying to push him away, he just pins them to the small of his back and strikes into him harder.
Leading up to this mantra of moans that Jungkook is relinquishing, his submission clear and evident by how his back is bowed and he takes whatever Jimin throws at him. Jimin’s harsh palm returns to crack down on the swell of his ass several times, blotting his skin pink with that imprint.
And Jungkook just takes, tears staining his face as he is feeling entirely throttled with every push of that thick cock splitting his walls open and pressing so good into his prostate that his cock is helplessly leaking under him.
Jimin knows that Jungkook will cum untouched if he takes it a notch higher, so he does, reaching to yank his head back and steal those moans from his lips when kissing him dirtily, mostly open-mouthed with their breaths mixing and tongues dancing.
Jungkook is weakly responding to his wishes, so Jimin uses his other hand to wrap around the boy’s throat, squeezing hard into the sides as he likes, watching him gasp for air when he is pushing all of it out in his moans at the override of pleasure.
His hips steel to a brutal, animalistic pace from behind, their slaps of skin hitting continuously echoing back off the walls of the living room, Netflix still playing in the background but lost and forgotten about.
Sure enough it only takes several more harsh punts of his hips before Jungkook is soundlessly reaching his release, ropes of cum landing on the sofa below him and sticking to parts of his chest from the rough handling of Jimin still pounding into his walls.
Jimin shoves his head down when he amps up the velocity of his thrusts, the drive to cum and raging coil in his gut close to snapping. Savage slams of hips knocking into the other’s ass, fingertips turning white where he grips at the back of Jungkook’s neck holding him down as he pumps away to ecstasy.
Jungkook is crying at the overstimulation, letting himself be used as the vice that Jimin needs to come undone, his euphoria met and his walls clenching down on his massive cock.
Jimin starts, grunting deeply as his hips slap noisily to Jungkook’s ass now messier in their angles as he cuts his movements short in groaning loud and strangled when he spills deep into his boyfriend.
Jimin’s vision fails him for several seconds, adrenaline surged through the painting of his cum inside that hole that was eager to take his load, his hands lowered and paused at the small of Jungkook’s back gripping at his wrists where his arms are still folded behind him.
He uses that as leverage to give a few gentler thrusts, humming deep in pleasure almost in sync together. Jimin aims to let his head fall so he could peer down at where their skin meets, slowly pulling his cock out to watch his cum dribble out past Jungkook’s rim and down his perineum. Dripping down his thighs and onto the sofa.
Jimin grins maddeningly at the sight, breathless with his chest heaving at the exertion he put out, still happy to see Jungkook spent under him, red and full of cum. “Good little sleeve…” His hands rub gently over the curve of his ass, an affectionate gesture received.
Jungkook hums low, and Jimin lifts him to turn him over so he could kiss him sweetly, a different take than his earlier behavior, pleased to feel those arms slinging around him to hold him close as he lays over his frame. “You happy, bun?”
Jungkook kisses him in response, hands kneading into Jimin’s back underneath his shirt. “Yeah… could you maybe take my shirt off for me?”
At this, Jimin sits up again with a scoff, obviously teasing with a light-hearted smile and working on unbuttoning his boy’s shirt to strip him of that lastly and finally. He tosses it away to the floor, grabbing a blanket off the back of their couch and draping it over the both of them while pulling his sweatpants back up over his softening cock.
“Sorry bun, I really wanted to fuck your ass.” Jimin snuggles up onto his baby, and Jungkook nuzzles into his head, littering all these sweet little kisses at his ear and jaw.
“You don’t see me complaining much… eh?” Jungkook teased, which made Jimin laugh as he cuddles around him, tangling their legs.
“No… No I don’t, baby.”
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