Hyungie plaything {Jikook}

53(M)

Author’s Note

Hehe... I guess I’m lucky I didn’t disappear completely~ 😅 I’ve been super busy lately, no time to breathe! And when I do get time… well, the mood just runs away~ 🙈 I know many of you might’ve forgotten the story by now (I don’t blame you!), but still, here I am, sneaking in a post 💗 I’ll try my best to upload the next chapter by next week~ Thank you for your patience and for sticking around! 🥺💕

⚠️ Warning:

This chapter contains graphic sexual content, explicit language, awkward/cringey and emotionally charged dialogues, scenes of intense embarrassment, and the unapologetic use of sex toys.

Read at your own risk. This is not for the faint of heart, or the easily offended.

You've been warned. 💀

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"Nails dug into my back, your thighs clenched around me. We were soaking, panting, fucking like animals with a storm for a witness."

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Jungkook's hands tore down Jimin's back like he owned a map, zeroing in on that plump ass like a starved man eyeing his first meal.

He grabbed a greedy handful, squeezing with brutal intent, like he wanted to leave fingerprints in the soft, bouncing flesh, thick and warm, shamelessly slutty.

His cock throbbed deep inside Jimin's tight hole, pulsing hard, like it could feel every desperate twitch wrapped around him.

His hands spread those cheeks wide, dragging them apart like he was trying to crawl into the heat itself. Palms dug in, kneading like he owned every inch.

Then Jungkook slammed his hips up, hard, rough, unforgiving, his balls slapping wet and loud against Jimin's ass cheeks as that single brutal thrust of his cock punched deep into his sloppy, wrecked hole, the sound ringing through the open night air, so obscene it could've shamed the stars.

A breathy, broken "F-Fuck..." tore from Jimin's throat as his body jolted, then slowly sank back down on his hyung's cock, starving for the stretch, desperate to feel every thick, pulsing inch splitting him wide open.

His hole sucked tight around Jungkook's cock with loud, messy squelches, heat, slick, and ruin. His belly twitched as that cock drilled into the raw, aching spot that hurt so fucking good, it left him breathless.

"Hyung..." Jimin managed to whisper, voice thin and wrecked.

"Hm?" Jungkook hummed low, eyes locked on the sight in front of him, Jimin's blonde hair damp and clinging to his forehead, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and bitten pink. His chest heaved in shaky, uneven breaths.

But Jimin wasn't even looking at him. His glassy, unfocused eyes were locked on where their bodies were joined, like he couldn't believe how deep his hyung was buried inside him.

"M-My tummy... it feels so full," Jimin whispered breathlessly.

Jungkook's lips curled into a slow, smug grin. His hand traced upward from Jimin's ass to his waist, gripping firmly around those thick hips, like he was ready to slam him back down even harder.

"Yeah? But it feels good, doesn't it?" Jungkook taunted, grittily, with dark, starving eyes.

Jimin gave a tiny, shaky nod. His gaze finally lifted, blurry, wet, and ruined, locking onto Jungkook's. Lips parted, swollen and flushed, he looked wrecked. Overwhelmed. Beautifully undone.