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Jimin was... excited, to say the least.

Jin had gripped his wrist so hard, practically dragging him out of the club.

He was currently on Jin's bed, his hands tied behind his back, his ass up, and his legs spread to be tied to the end of the bed.

Jin really didn't know what to think of that performance. He watched every little movement Jimin made on that pole, and seeing him kiss Hoseok pushed him past a line he didn't know he had.

He poured lube on the younger mans hole, quickly inserting two fingers deeply, chuckling at the gasp the younger let out.

"You think it's okay to go around, teasing yourself on that pole, and kiss another guy? I barely handle myself with other men looking at you, baby. What do you have to say for yourself?" He ground out, shoving in a third finger, his speed increasing almost aggressively.

Jimin was biting at his lips, trying to keep his sounds in. "I-I'm sorry sir! I won't do it again-"

"Not good enough, slut. You must really be a fucking whore, hm?"

"Y-Yes sir! I'm a whore. I'm your whore!" Jimin panted, giving up on holding in his heavenly moans.

"Mhm, says the one who kissed another man while I watched. What were you trying to accomplish with that? Hm?"

"F-fuck!! Fuck me, master!" Jimin moaned out, practically drooling at the thought of it. "Show me, again, who I belong to!"

Jin laughed, curling his fingers in the right way to press right into the youngers prostate, grinning at the desperate noise that came out of the strippers mouth.

"And how do you want me to fuck you, slut?"

"Mmh- like this. Pull my hair, choke me- fuck- defile me! Please, sir! I want your cum!" He was pitiful. His cries were delicious for the elder man.

Jin pulled his fingers out of the younger, and pulled down his pants and boxers to reveal his own hardened cock.

Jimin couldn't see what Jin was doing, but he heard the telltale sound of his pants being pulled down, and he got even more excited.

Jin poured some lube on his cock, lazily spreading it around as he stuck three fingers back in Jimin's ass, showcasing the small gape he had. He rubbed the pad of his fingers on the walls of his warm hole.

"P-please sir!! Stop tea-teasing!" He whimpered, wiggling his hips. He was rendered basically useless in this position.

Jin chuckled lowly, and gripped Jimin's small waist, before guiding his cock to the younger, and pushing himself inside fully, not really giving the younger time to adjust, not that he needed it though.

Jimin's eyes rolled back in his head, drawing out his moan of pleasure.

The elder didn't give him much time to adjust, however, and started thrusting immediately.

"Fuck- fuck! Ah- yes! God, harder!!"

Jin didn't change his pace, going slow and hard, wanting the younger to feel it. He wanted him to be desperate, and then, when he was a begging, crying mess, would he change his pace.

His thrusts were sharp and deep, hitting the younger mans prostate every time. He reached forward, gripping Jimin's hair, and tugging harshly.

Jimin wanted to be fucked hard, but he wasn't. At least, not the way he wanted to. Tears spring at his eyes, letting out moans as Jin hit his prostate. He felt so good but he still wanted more.

He could feel the startup of his orgasm building in his stomach, and whined, letting out a high pitched moan.

Jin knew the sound of that moan, and snapped his hips roughly, "Don't you dare fucking cum." He hissed, and at this time, he quickened his thrusts, finally giving Jimin what he wanted.

The younger jolted, his back arching, and he squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to calm himself down as to not cum.

Jin took his hand off of its tight grip on Jimin's ass to smack his ass, watching the red print bloom just seconds after he spanked him.

Jimin gasped at that, letting out a high pitched moan, trembling at the fact that he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back his orgasm soon.

The elder knew the ins and outs of every noise and movement Jimin made during sex, so he knew what was coming up. Not necessarily caring, however, he gripped Jimin's hair, smiling at the pained moan coming from his lips.

"Who do you belong to, Jimin? Hm?" He asked, leaning forward.

"I belong to you! You and only you, master!!" He called out immediately, his body shaking with intensity.

Jin was pretty satisfied with the answer, leaning down to kiss his shoulder, sucking a bit to leave a mark.

Jimin couldn't even formulate words after that, reduced to a sobbing mess of moans and whines, his body actually screaming to cum.

Jin knew this, but didn't care about the fact that he couldn't speak.

"What do you want, cumslut? Hm?"

Jimin, desperately wanting to cum and please the elder, focused on making words come out of his mouth.

"I- I want to cum and- ah! I want- I want your cum! Please master! Please~!"

Jin grunted. He had been ignoring his own upcoming orgasm.

"Fine then, baby. You can cum~"

Jimin let out a moan of relief when he heard those words, and let himself stop holding it in, and within a few more hits to his prostate, he orgasmed hard, his whole body jerking at the intensity.

Jin wasn't done, however, and he only quickened his rough thrusts, getting almost sloppy with them. He finally let himself go, and moaned loudly when he came, burying himself deep in the younger as he did.