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Jinkook 16.0

"Yes." It sounded so pathetic, but he really couldn't find it within himself to care. Not when his hips were shifting, moving in a wide circle, trying to align the head of the hard length inside of him with that spot that would make him see heaven. Lifted himself up and dropped back down before widening his legs just a little and trying again. This time higher and harder and oh god there were stars erupting around the corners of his vision and he knew that he had found it.

Jungkook's hands were on his hips, muscles straining with each movement as he helped lift him up, so far and so high that only the thick head remained inside him before releasing, letting gravity do the work as he dropped back down, so hard and so quick that it felt like he was going to come with every movement.

It was so good. So, so good. The very best he'd ever had - even with his absolutely abysmal track record, even had to admit that the sex had occasionally been good. But never like this. Nothing had ever made his entire body shake and his head drop back between his shoulder blades. Nothing had ever made him actually moan out his partners name the way he did Jungkook's, long and wavering.

"Daddy." He wanted to be good. Wanted to keep this fantasy going. Wanted to ask for permission because he it was something he needed. Because every time he came with anyone else it was always missing something. And maybe it was just the emotion behind it that had been lacking. Or maybe it was this whole power imbalance element that he longed for. "I need to come."

"Such a -" Jungkook was breathless, and as his eyes slipped open he took in the sight that lay before him. Dark hair was plastered to a sweaty forehead, eyes so dark they were like endless pools of obsidian. Muscles straining and skin glistening and damn, he really had won some kind of lottery he hadn't even realized he'd bought a ticket for. "Such a good baby. You're doing so good, Jinnie. Come for me."

He was a good baby. He was doing a good job.

He would never understand why those words had such an intense effect on him. Maybe because no one had ever once praised him. Had ever bothered to say anything kind or sweet or caring. And yet with Jungkook those things seemed to over flow, an utter abundance of praise and desire to simply be in his presence.

His entire body shuddered as he lifted up and dropped back down, once, then twice before his knees were giving out and he was coming, cock so swollen and painful, swirling with deep purples that he practically exploded. Felt the splashes of come reach his chest and splatter over his chin, letting out a soft whine of embarrassment at how much he had let himself go.

There was something soft moving against his skin, and he realized that it was Jungkook's tongue lapping at the expanse. Opened his eyes and glanced down and realized he was cleaning him off, licking the come from his skin and swallowing it down like it was nothing.

"Don't! That's so -" One of his hands left the other's shoulder, lifting up to cover his face as he felt the heat spread down into it from his ears and he didn't need a mirror to tell him they were bright red.

"Hey." But there were fingers encircling his wrist, pulling his hand away carefully, and those bright eyes were right there, shining like diamonds that had been placed in the night sky. "Don't be embarrassed baby. Daddy loves the way you taste."

"God." Somehow that was even worse all while inexplicably making it better.

"Can you go again?" Jungkook was speaking, whispering into his ear and he let his hand fall away completely, wrapping it back around the other's wide shoulders and holding on. Only nodded before biting at his bottom lip. Because he was so tired, his knees so weak he really didn't think he could bounce anymore. "Want to try a different position?"

"Yes, please." It was amazing and terrifying the way Jungkook seemed to be able to read his mind. But he shifted, practically scrambling to arrange himself into something better. Whimpered pitifully as that still hard cock slipped from him, his muscles tightening and fluttering, already wanting it back.

Twisted around until he was on his stomach, back bent and weight resting on his folded arms. Found the strength to lift himself back up onto his knees, raising his ass high into the air. "Go ahead and take it, daddy."

"Oh baby." But he could hear shifting coming from behind him. Felt the other's weight move and dip, until the heat of his body was so close and he held his breath, nails digging into his own flesh as that hard cock breached his rim and suddenly he had the intense desire to just impale himself in one quick movement. "You are so perfect."

"I'm not." He was anything and everything but perfect. Sure, he might have been good at this, but was that really anything to brag about? That he had no limits. That he would do anything.

Actually, that was a lie. He had no limits for Jungkook. He would do anything for Jungkook.

Maybe that was something to be proud of. That he was willing to do anything to take care of the gift that he had been given. That he would do anything to keep what was his.

Jungkook bottomed out within him, and he sighed, shifting just a little to try and adjust the angle. Realized with the next thrust that Jungkook had caught on to what he was doing, because it was different. And then again, until suddenly the thick head was pressing against that bundle of nerves and he was crying out.

"So pretty." Jungkook's movement were slow, so slow and impossibly deep. Part of him wanted to beg for more. To be fucked down into the mattress until he was screaming.

But he knew that Jungkook was probably just trying to make this last longer. Rolled his hips with every single thrust, used his position to his advantage and slammed back until he was practically fucking himself. Tried to muffle the sound of his moans with his arms but it was impossible. Because it felt too good and he didn't want to hide it. Wanted Jungkook to know what he was doing to him.

"So good." Twisting, he made the mistake of looking back. Saw Jungkook on his knees behind him and wished he could have his view. Wished he could watch that thick cock slid in and out of him. "You're so big."

"You're taking me so well, baby. Such a good boy." The weight of the other's hand came to rest between his shoulder blades, stroking downwards gently, a soft moment of affection in the midst of their fucking. "Can daddy come inside you?"

"Yes." Reaching down between his lengths, his hand wrapped around his own leaking cock, thumb digging into the slit as he tried to time his movements with Jungkook's. "Please. Use me, daddy."

Nails dug into his hips so hard he swore he could feel his skin tearing. Shifted until his own fingers could claw into the sheets, gripping it for dear life as he was slammed into. Felt the other stutter, before suddenly he was being filled with white hot heat. Felt it pouring into him like lava, and he screamed at the sensation. Shuddered and collapsed down against the mattress, rutting against the surface as another orgasm was drawn from him, somehow even more intense than the last.

Part of him - the part that was still soft and submissive - wanted to stay like that. With Jungkook behind him. Inside of him. But the rest of him knew they couldn't. Tried to take deep breaths and just prepared for what had always happened before.

Feeling Jungkook's warmth leave him was heart breaking, and he tried to quietly tell himself that it was okay. That it was alright. That everything was fine. That this was real and Jungkook wasn't like that and -

A soft cloth was being passed over his skin, wet and warm, swiping away the excess lube and come that had leaked out of him. A gentle hand gripped his shoulder, pulling him onto his side so it could be swiped over his belly and chest. Glanced up and saw Jungkook smiling at him, before leaning down and pressing the softest kiss against his lips.

It only took a minute for the other to come back. He knew because he counted each and every single heart beat that took place within that span of time. Felt strong arms wrap around him and let himself be drawn in to the warmth. Sighed as a blanket came up over them and he let himself fall even deeper.

Let himself give in to the idea that finally there was someone who wanted him.