𝐉𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐟𝐬 || 𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤||

Just a Little Tease?

It started with a look.
Just one innocent stretch in front of Jungkook ~ arms up, shirt lifting, hips tilted. But it wasn't that innocent, was it?

Jimin knew what he was doing.

He wore the tiny grey shorts, so thin they clung to his skin like a second layer. No underwear. No shame. He bent over near the couch, 'accidentally' dropping the remote. And Jungkook? Jungkook saw everything 👉🏻 the curve, the peek, the bounce.

And yet, he said nothing.

Until now.

The moment the bedroom door shut behind them, the silence turned dangerous.

Jungkook's voice was low, controlled. "You really think I didn't notice?"

Jimin looked up at him, innocent eyes wide. "Notice what, Koo?"

"Don't play with me."

In two steps, Jungkook was behind him. One hand gripped his nape, forcing him down onto the bed. Jimin gasped, breath caught.

"I've been patient all day,” Jungkook muttered into his ear. "But you crossed the line."

He yanked those little shorts down in one swift motion.

Bare. Blushing. Begging.

Jimin whimpered when he felt the sting of the first spank. Then the second. Third. Each slap landed heavier, the burn blooming across his soft skin. Jungkook was merciless  not cruel, but deliberate. Teaching a lesson.

"Count for me, baby."

"O-one," Jimin moaned, thighs trembling.

By the time he reached ten, he was panting, cheeks flushed, cock leaking onto the sheets.

Jungkook leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "Look at this mess. You like being punished?"

"I-I didn’t mean~"

Another spank. "Liar."

Jungkook reached for the lube, coating his fingers before slipping two inside Jimin in one go. No mercy. The stretch burned, but Jimin loved it ~~ he was so wet, so ready, clenching tight around him.

"Already open for me," Jungkook groaned. "You wanted this all day."

"I w-wanted you…"

Jungkook kissed the back of his neck. "Good. Now take me."

Without warning, Jungkook lined up and thrust inside.

Jimin screamed into the sheets. The feeling of being filled, stretched, owned  it was too much.

Jungkook started slow, deep, letting Jimin feel every inch. But when Jimin moaned just right, arching his back like a pretty little slut, Jungkook snapped.

He slammed into him harder, faster. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with filthy, desperate moans.

"You think teasing me all day doesn't come with consequences?" Jungkook growled, pulling Jimin's hair so he could hear every word.

Jimin's eyes rolled back. "I'm sorry–so sorry–I needed you "

"You need to be used."

He grabbed Jimin's hips tighter, angling deeper, pounding against his prostate. Jimin was gone –gasping, drooling, cock untouched but on the edge.

"You're dripping," Jungkook smirked. "Want me to make you come without touching it?"

"Y-yes~Koo'~please––"

Jungkook reached around at last, fisting Jimin's cock just as he hit deep inside him.

That was all it took.

Jimin came hard, cum painting the sheets below. His body convulsed, trembling from the intensity. Jungkook grunted, thrusting a few more times before spilling deep inside him, groaning low into his ear.

The silence after was thick ~ only ragged breaths, sweaty skin, and shaking limbs.

Jungkook slowly pulled out, watching his cum drip from Jimin's spent hole. Then, he kissed the bruises he left  soft lips over sore skin.

"You okay, angel?" he whispered, his tone shifting from dominance to concern.

Jimin gave a weak nod, eyes fluttering shut. "Perfect…"

Jungkook gently cleaned him, pulled him into his arms, and wrapped them both in the blankets. Jimin curled into his chest, pressing a lazy kiss to his collarbone.

"I love it when you lose control…"

Jungkook smirked, stroking his hair. "Then don't tempt me next time."

"Maybe I will," Jimin whispered, teasing smile forming.

Jungkook kissed his lips softly, possessively.

"You're mine."

"And always will be," Jimin whispered, eyes closing.

They fell asleep tangled in heat, sweat, and love.