Not quite ready /k.sj + k.nj/ NAMJIN SMUT

limp

Seokjins POV

I purr, forcing him back on his feet and unbuckling my belt. "Come on baby, cooperate a little."

He whimpers, legs shaking as his head rests against the cold brick. "Mm.. dont be rough.. I'll fall again, I'll scrape my knees.."

I coo at his little plea, leaning down to suck another hickey on his neck, fingers pumping in and out of him.

He cries out, scratching at the wall do hard I can hurt his nails break. "H-hyung.. g-gent-le!" He grinds back on my hand, turning so hes facing me.

His face is red, eyes fluttering closed and rosy bitten lips covered in spit. Hes always so pretty to fuck, I could get off just from his facial expressions.

I yank my fingers out, flipping him so his back is against the wall and his cock is on display.

He whimpers as I pin his wrists above his head, holding him still.

"H-hyung.." he hiccups softly, rutting his hips up. "I'm all needy now.. touch me, please.. pretty please..?" His eyes meet mine, teary and red from his previous orgasms.

I lean down, making it seem like I'm going in for a kiss. His face lights up softly, falling again when I stop before him.

"No."

He let's out a frustrated whine, wiggling to get out of my grip. I transfer his wrists into one of my hands, picking up his legs and putting them on my hips.

"Ready pretty boy? Just kidding, I dont care." I line up with his ass, slamming in.

His face contorts, a pleasure filled mewl meeting my ears. He hiccups, gasping for air as I fuck into him, deep groans finding his ears.

"A-ah.. ung' o-h fuck.." he withers under me, trying to break his hands free. All hes doing is rubbing them raw against the brick and I cant help but feel bad, so I let go, grabbing his ass to hold him up.

His hands circle my neck, pulling me forward as he kisses me. His hot lips come in contact with mine and I groan, hitting his prostate so I can slip my tongue in and deepen it.

He arches his back, causing me to go deeper. I can only imagine it's quite painful, the tears running down his cheeks only confirm my suspicions.

So I slow down, just a bit, softening the kiss and holding him less hostile.
He melts into me, pulling back to catch his breath.

"What's your color pretty.." I swipe my thumb over his cheek, wiping it dry.

"Y-yellow.. please.."

I hum, lifting his hips and guiding them down ever so slowly, grabbing his cock to jerk softly.

He gasps, head falling against the building as he let's me do all the work.

After about five minutes hes crying again, begging me to hurry up, be rough with him. All I can do is watch in amusement has he gets more and more upset with me.

"S-stop being s-so slow!" His face crumples and another set of tears shed down his cheeks. "S-so close o-oh j-just a little more p-please!"

He tries to hit my chest, shakey fist making contact with my peck.

I shake my head, squeezing my eyes closed and panting like a dog. At this point I'm about to cum to, and I have to stop myself from making sure he cant walk.

He cries out again, this time he grabs my shoulders, pushing himself up before dropping back down.

He let's out a breath stopping moan, shuddering on my cock. And I grit my teeth, grabbing his hips and pounding into him.

He cums, not even a minute after I start hitting his prostate, but I havnt yet and I'm going to before I stop anything.

He cries softly from overstimulation, going limp in my arms as I chase my orgasm.

When it finally comes I moan out in his ear, digging my nails into his arms.

My legs give out like his did and we end up on the ground, leaning against one another and panting.

After about five minutes I pull out, getting up and fixing my pants. It's dark out now, we've been here a while.

"Can you make it home yourself?" I peer down at him, face of confusion evident.

"Um.. yeah, yeah I'm good.." he stumbles to his feet, shakey hands pulling his clothes back on.

I want to ask if hes sure, but he seems like he wanted me to invite him home and feed him breakfast. I'm not the type to do sappy shit like that and I dont want to end up doing it anyway.

So I give a small nod, turn around, and walk away. Leaving him in that alley to limp home at 9 pm.