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[ thirteen ]

"babyboy, I've come to fuck you."

jungkook's breath hitched. "h-how did you find me?" jimin grinned.

"your brother was helpful," jimin approached him with little steps. "deliver to him my thanks, after I fuck you."

jungkook takes a step back when jimin takes one to approach him. "don't run away." and then jimin took huge steps, he did it so fast jungkook didn't have time to react.

jimin pulled him into an intoxicating kiss, he completely forgot about the clothes. jimin's hand roamed jungkook's oversized sweater.

jimin pushed him up against a wall, not breaking the kiss. meanwhile, jungkook is having a very confusing time.

Jungkook

jimin pushed me up against a wall. i felt my bulge grow and a groan escaped my lips.

i turned the tables and it was him now against the wall. "who said you could fuck daddy? daddy fucks the babyboy." i growled.

"you said it was my turn to be daddy." he said before biting my lower lip and dragging it seductively. i can't take it anymore.

"i don't remember saying that," i stared into his eyes making him completely unaware of his pants and underwear being pulled off. "babyboy."

i put his legs on my waist, he didn't have time to react.

i entered his tight ass and buried my face on his neck. "fuck—," his back arched. "didn't see that coming..ugh.."

i thrusted into him, rough and fast against the wall. his hands intertwined with my hair. "dad—agh!"

"just what," thrust. "are you," thrust. "doing to me?!" thrust. i whisper-yelled.

"agh daddy—right there!" jimin bit my neck. i hissed.

i thrusted harder and he screamed, i bet everyone passing by heard it.

"AGH JUNG FUCKING KOOK I'M COMI—" and he came on my sweater, staining it.

i came afterwards and i slowly let us fall down to the floor and catch our breath.

after sometime, jimin stood up and took the strange bag he brought with him, didn't i mention that?

he pulled out a choker i think? and a.. pair of handcuffs?

"oh daddy, let me tell you how it feels to be bottom."