Jikook smuts : top Jimin

sweeter than candy on a stick.

CREDIT + LINK:

@ ⸝⸝ nastyvmin
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19422904

SUMMARY:
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jeongguk is desperate to suck jimin's cock.

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TAGS:
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sir kink
Humiliation
Degradation
dom/sub
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Work Text:
"you are so fucking cute like this," jimin says, but he makes it sound like a mean thing. the way the edge of his lips curl into a half smirk and his gaze doesn't waver. he tugs at jeongguk's hair, smiling down at him at the almost-stifled whimper. "my little baby slut."

jeongguk nods his head to confirm what he's too shy to say. his cheeks are warm already, jimin's words getting to him so easily, but he can't say it yet. it's embarrassing. he knows he'll break eventually-he always does, slipping far enough into a hazy headspace-but right now he can only nod. mumble something unintelligible. try his best not to shy his eyes away from jimin's.

"tell me again what you want, sweetheart."

he's so fucking mean. it'd started as it always does-him in jimin's lap and the two of them making out; jimin pulling away occasionally to leave hickeys down jeongguk's neck and collarbones. jeongguk's sensitive so it never takes much more than that and a few of jimin's half-whispered words to get him properly needy. out of his own shirt now, he's dropped to his knees in between jimin's spread legs and is looking up at him hopefully, mouth half open and tongue darting out to keep his lips wet.

it's pretty damn clear what he wants.

"your-" he tries. jimin knows how embarrassing it is to have to say these things aloud, which is why he always makes jeongguk spell it all out so clearly. "your-i'd like your-to, i mean-mayisuckyourdick?"

"didn't catch that."

"please," he whines, and this time he does look away. his eyes fall to the floor and his hands fidget. for a brief second he imagines jimin pushing him back on the floor and stepping on him (his dick). he shakes his head and mumbles again, "please, sir, i need-i need something, you-" he takes a breath and finally looks up at jimin again, blinking slowly, "need you in my mouth."

jimin caresses a hand through his hair and coos at him. "baby wants a cock in his mouth, hm?"

"please," he nods desperately, eagerly, mouth dropping open again and staying so. "your cock, sir."

"aw," he says, giving another tug to jeongguk's hair, but he seems pleased with the addition.

"only yours. just-please, sir, i need it." the embarrassing thing is that it's true: his mouth feels dry and empty and he can't focus on a damn thing but how badly he needs a cock (jimin's cock) to fill it, slide in rough and down his throat; needs to choke on it and feel spit dribble down his chin; needs to feel pride bloom in his chest from making jimin moan. needs jimin to call him a filthy slut, pull at his hair and praise him for taking it so well, making him feel so good. right now, he needs it more than he needs to breathe, so he begs again: "please, sir. please."

"okay, okay," jimin gives in, smiling so sweetly down at jeongguk. "but we can't make it that easy for you, can we? no fun in that."

jeongguk lets out a confused sound and his eyes widen-he doesn't move till jimin laughs again at his deer-in-headlights expression and caresses a hand down his cheek. he leans down to kiss jeongguk's forehead before getting up from the couch, then heads for the bedroom, and, more specifically, jeongguk presumes, the toy cabinet in there (and jeongguk's both proud and embarrassed to admit they have an entire cabinet dedicated to sex toys). jeongguk hears some ruffling sounds but jimin quickly returns, a pair of handcuffs dangling off his right pinky.