Hyungie plaything {Jikook}

54 (M)

⚠️ 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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​"The most powerful things are often found in the smallest packages, a seed, a diamond, a single word."

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Jimin POV's

The darkness made everything feel more intense, more suffocating. My knees were a shredded mess. The skin was gone, scraped raw by the grass and dirt until they were just stinging, bloody patches of meat ground into the earth, while my small hands remained pressed firmly against the ground, bracing himself in a low, trembling dog-like position on all fours. I was stuck, pinned under the heavy mountain of Hyung's weight.

I couldn't even flinch away as his big, thick cock forced its way in, stretching me so wide it felt like I was being unzipped from the bottom up. Every time he hammered into me, my ruined knees scraped against the grit, but my ass cheeks just kept bouncing back against his pelvis, seeking the hit. I was a trembling, messy wreck, just a broken toy that only knew how to be used, begging for the very thing that was tearing me apart.

Every time he slammed into me, my vision wobbled. It felt like a giant, hot pole was trying to reach all the way up to my tummy, poking at things it shouldn't be touching. I was making these embarrassing, high-pitched *skreak* sounds, my mouth hanging open and leaking spit onto my own arm.

"Ah! Ah! Hyung, it's too big! It's gonna poke through!"

I was crying, real messy tears that made my nose run, but my butt wouldn't stop squeezing him. It was like my hole had a mind of its own, acting like a hungry mouth that wanted to swallow him whole, even though it hurt and felt too full.

Then there was the sound. The *squish-squelch, slap-slap-slap*. It was so loud in the quiet air. It sounded like someone stirring a big pot of thick, wet macaroni, and I knew it was because I was so slimy and leaked-on down there.

Suddenly, the arm wrapped around my tummy yanked me back, my bare skin smacking hard against Hyung's big, solid chest.

"You hear that shit?" Hyung's voice was a mean, hot growl right against my ear-hole. "That nasty-ass sound? That's your tight little hole choking on my cock, sucking me in like it's starving for it."

I felt my face turn purple-hot with shame and heat. I tried to twist around to slap his mouth shut, but he just laughed, a deep, scary sound that vibrated through my spine, and shoved in even harder.

My hands scrambled wildly in the air, my fingers clawing at nothing as I tried to find the ground, but I couldn't reach. Hyung's arms were locked like iron around my waist, hoisting me back against him. I was suspended, trapped against his chest with my knees barely touching the earth, unable to move as he kept pinning me back and driving deep.

"Nuh-uh! Stop saying that! You're being a bad hyung!" I wailed, but when he hit that one spot deep inside, my legs just gave up. They turned into useless puddles of jelly.

"You're dripping all over the place," He snarled. His breath hot on my neck as his mouth dragged along my jawline. "Leaking like a slut just because I'm touching you."