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They don’t get time to do this often. Usually, there’s comeback preparations, performance rehearsals, tour organisation or vocal lessons getting in the way, among hundreds of other things. They get time to be together, but not in the way they sometimes both need. Swift kisses and quickies are good, in their own way, a rush of endorphins before practice, a wind-down after a late night of rehearsals.
It’s not enough, though. Not enough to satisfy the itch beneath their skins, demanding something more.
“Are you gonna keep your hands up there, Jungkook, or am I gonna have to tie you to the headboard?”
They take advantage of their time off. Otherwise, they’d never get the chance.
“You say that like it’s a threat,” Jungkook laughs, obediently twisting his arms above his head, flexing for the sake of it. He only tenses a little bit when Jimin raises his hand, but the slap across his face is welcome, sending tingles down his whole body, a rush so rare he cherishes every second.
Pain is something Jungkook knows well. He feels it in his muscles after a workout, a burn in his limbs after hours of dance. He feels it in his lungs, his chest, the back of his neck, lying down backstage and gasping for air. Pain from Jimin is different, though. When Jimin inflicts pain on his body he curls into it like he needs it to breathe. Like leaves unfurling, watered after months of drought. Jungkook can exist without it, but existence is so much better with Jimin’s fingers on his skin. With bruises all over his body and cheeks reddened from a firm hand.
“Behave,” Jimin hisses, even though he knows Jungkook won’t. “Tying you up is so tedious. I like it when you listen to me.”
“I never listen to you.”
“Yes you do,” Jimin corrects, retrieving something from beside him on the bed, his smile wicked. He holds the item up, dangling it in front of Jungkook’s eyes. “Once I beat it out of you.”
“Put them on,” Jungkook whines, squirming a bit. He licks his lips, gaze fixed on the nipple clamps in Jimin’s hand. “Please, don’t I deserve it? Haven’t I been a good boy?”
“Not yet you haven’t,” Jimin scoffs, slapping one of Jungkook’s pecs, loving the way it jiggles. He pushes them roughly together, pinching the nipples, hard enough that Jungkook moans. Jimin loves Jungkook’s nipples, loves how red and puffy they get, how fun they are to play with. Straddling Jungkook’s thighs, Jimin leans down to take one between his teeth, pulling harshly, sucking a hickey around the sensitive bud. Jungkook moans again, arching his back into the touch.
“Please,” he begs, his cock thickening between his legs, naked beneath a Jimin who hasn’t even unbuttoned his shirt. Jungkook always loves it this way. “Daddy, please be nice…”
Jungkook uses the title like a weapon, knowing all too well how much it gets Jimin off. Predictably, Jimin growls, biting down hard and pinching Jungkook’s other nipple between his fingers. “Quiet while I get you ready for the clamps.”
“I’m ready for them now.”
“I want you to cry,” Jimin says, moving to the other nipple. Jungkook blinks away arousal, clouding over his eyes as his nipple throbs from the attention. “Right now you’ll like it too much.”
Some would say it’s strange, how much Jimin likes to see Jungkook hurting. How the fat, wet tears down his cheeks make Jimin’s dick twitch. If Jungkook didn’t like it, too, then Jimin wouldn’t even consider it. Knowing how much Jungkook likes to be in pain makes the pain Jimin gets to inflict that much sweeter.
Jimin takes his time abusing Jungkook’s nipples, laving his tongue over the swollen parts of him, biting down where he’s not swollen enough. By the time Jimin pulls away, Jungkook is panting, arms strained by his ears, avoiding eye contact while he huffs for air. His dick is fully hard, resting against his stomach, untouched and aching. A dribble of pre-come has spilled onto his abdomen, which Jimin runs a finger through, bringing it up to Jungkook’s mouth. “Tongue out,” he orders, smearing the thick substance over Jungkook’s bitten lips. Jungkook doesn’t like the taste much, which is why Jimin does it. Making him do things he doesn’t like is exciting. Jungkook enjoys being forced into it, so he dutifully licks his lips, swallowing down his own pre-come, making sure Jimin sees his clean mouth afterwards.
“See?” Jimin says, reaching for the clamps again. “It’s not that hard to obey me.”
“Daddy,” Jungkook whimpers, squirming as the first metal clamp fastens around his nipple, shooting pain through his chest, enough that his cock softens a bit. “Daddy, it hurts.”
“It’s supposed to, baby,” Jimin taunts, clasping the other nipple, tugging from where the chains connect in the middle, grinning when Jungkook groans. “Look at your poor little cock. Can you stay hard while I abuse your nipples like this?”
“I—I can try…”
“You will,” Jimin says, gripping his spare fist into Jungkook’s hair, pulling his head back to expose his throat. “You’re a slut for it, you know? Daddy hardly knows what to do with you. How am I supposed to punish you when you like everything?”
Jungkook can’t reply, too busy falling into the pain, gasping as Jimin puts a hand around his throat. He tugs at the nipple clamps as he does so, squeezing lightly around Jungkook’s sensitive neck. Jimin notices that Jungkook’s cock thickens up instantly, and he laughs, cruel and sharp. “Don’t come just from my hands around your neck,” he tuts, cradling Jungkook’s jaw, gripping the sides of his throat. “That would be pathetic.”
Jungkook has been known to come untouched, or even with a few slaps to his dick, easily spilling across his chest when the pain hits just right. Jimin wants him to last tonight, though, after they’ve spent so long waiting for this. He lets go of the nipple clamps, ignoring Jungkook’s whine of protest, and grips the base of Jungkook’s cock. “You need to hold it in.”
“What if I can’t?” Jungkook gasps, twisting a bit on the bed, struggling to get friction against Jimin’s fist. Jimin notices the way he tries to thrust between Jimin’s fingers and slaps him again across the face for good measure.
“You will,” Jimin repeats, final. “I’ll ruin your orgasm if you come before I say so.”
“Daddy’s so mean,” Jungkook pouts, still finding it in him to be bratty. “So mean to his baby.”
“Watch yourself,” Jimin growls, nipping Jungkook’s jaw with sharp teeth. “I’ll fuck you stupid yet.”
“Heh,” Jungkook breathes, breaking into a grin, “it’s all going according to plan.”
Jimin slaps his cock and Jungkook goes quiet. It’s satisfying to watch the length of it spring back, to gaze upon the way Jungkook winces then shivers, falling into the sensation freely. Jimin’s hand is sticky as he pulls it away, wiping the fluid on Jungkook’s chest, making sure he barely grazes Jungkook’s sore nipples, still clamped and throbbing. Jungkook leans into it but doesn’t get very far before Jimin’s touch is gone.
“What should I do with you, hmm?” Jimin asks, imagining the possibilities. He’s planning on leaving Jungkook hanging for a long time tonight, so he has plenty of time to play. “A whore like you, I could do anything.”
“Anything,” Jungkook repeats, drawn into a whine, gripping the headboard like he’ll pass out if he lets go. Jimin will most likely do that to him if he does, and he wants to enjoy this while fully conscious, so he does his best to resist the temptation to loosen his hold. A large part of him wants to throw his hands around Jimin’s shoulder and rut up against him like a feral animal. He’s all keyed up and desperate for it, just the way Jimin likes.
Jimin spreads Jungkook’s legs, licking his lips as he eyes Jungkook’s tight hole. It hasn’t been touched yet, so it twitches under Jimin’s gaze, anticipating Jimin’s next move. Jimin adjusts himself in his pants, holding back from pounding into Jungkook’s sweet heat straight away, knowing how much it would hurt and Jungkook would cry because of it. While Jungkook insists he can take anything Jimin gives to him, Jimin knows he has limits. He can read his boyfriend better than anyone. As much as Jungkook begs some days to take it raw, to be fucked without prep, Jimin doesn’t think he can. Besides, Jimin doesn’t think he’d enjoy it himself, anyway. Jungkook’s hole always feels better when it’s wet and ready for him.
The lube is on the bed somewhere and it doesn’t take long for Jimin to find it. The cap is a bit wet, the bottle half empty, well used and loved. Jimin knows Jungkook uses it in his private time, which makes him so horny he thinks some day he’ll go insane. Imagining Jungkook fingering himself, wishing it was Jimin’s hands instead, makes Jimin crazy. Some days, he likes to watch, sitting on a chair at the end of the bed, observing with a bored stare. He likes to make Jungkook feel like he’s nothing special, just another whore Jimin seeks out for fun. A slut not even good enough to touch—has to come on his own fingers, moaning Jimin’s name.
Jimin always makes Jungkook feel extra special and good after that.
As much as Jimin preaches about prep, he doesn’t like to stretch Jungkook too much. They both like it rough and Jimin doesn’t wish to take that pleasure away from them. He wets his fingers with lube and spreads Jungkook’s legs, pushing two in straight away, seeking out his sensitive prostate. “Daddy!” Jungkook chokes, flailing madly, clenching down on the fingers inside of him with a moan. Jungkook claims the Daddy thing is mostly for Jimin’s benefit, but Jimin hears the way Jungkook moans around it, can hear how much Jungkook loves to say it in the throes of his own pleasure. Perhaps he doesn’t remember afterwards how desperately he may cry out for his Daddy, begging for his own release.
Whatever makes him happy, Jimin thinks. If denying it brings Jungkook some kind of wicked joy, Jimin won’t take that from him. Teasing him about it, though, is not off limits. “Oh?” Jimin says, pretending to be oblivious. He crooks his fingers, pulls them apart, stretching inside the dirtiest part of him. “I’m sorry, you’re calling out to who?”
“Daddy!” Jungkook whines again, struggling to close his thighs, but Jimin keeps a grip on him, forcing them even further open. “Too much!”
“Mmm, Daddy will decide if it’s too much, baby,” Jimin considers, trailing a hand up to his hip, pressing down against the bone, hard enough to bruise. The pain distracts Jungkook enough that Jimin can push a third finger inside, even though it’s so tight he can barely get past the second knuckle. Jungkook doesn’t complain, even though his brow is tightly knitted together, adjusting to the pain. His cock hasn’t flagged. Jimin knows how much he enjoys this.
Jimin pours more lube over Jungkook’s entrance, gradually pushing his fingers further inside, right until they reach his palm and can’t go any further. He fingers Jungkook languidly, in-and-out motions that leave Jungkook’s legs shaking, then he forces in a fourth finger and fucks Jungkook so roughly he cries out from the shock. Jungkook’s whole body shakes the bed as he bangs against the headboard from the force of Jimin’s thrusts, Jimin’s fingers beckoning inside of him, echoing squelching sounds into their room that sound lewdly pornographic. “Enough!” Jungkook sobs, flailing his feet, knocking Jimin’s body back. “It’s too much!”
Growling, Jimin grabs one of Jungkook’s feet with his spare hand, annoyed at being kicked. “Is that any way to treat the one finger-fucking you?”
Jungkook grumbles to himself, clenching around Jimin’s still-moving fingers, struggling to relax into it. He doesn’t reply, knowing he’s in the wrong for daring to attack his Daddy like that. “Useless slut still doesn’t know his place,” Jimin grunts, unzipping his pants. “Fine. If the fingers are too much, maybe your whore hole will adjust better to my cock.”
Jimin manhandles Jungkook’s body into a better position, where Jungkook’s legs are wrapped around Jimin’s hips. Jimin doesn’t bother undressing, simply taking his cock out from his unzipped pants and running the bare length of it over Jungkook’s wet rim. “You feel that?” Jimin murmurs, leaning down to whisper in Jungkook’s ear as he whimpers. “Feel Daddy’s cock, ready to fuck you?”
“Please,” Jungkook cries softly, almost beyond coherence. “Need it.”
“Needs it, he says,” Jimin scoffs, lining himself up. “Take it, then.” He cants his hips, pushing inside of Jungkook’s hole in one swift thrust, filling him to the brim despite the resistance. Jungkook wails, hands falling from the headboard to push at Jimin’s shoulders, crying at the pressure. “Oh, so you wanna let go, too?” Jimin huffs, annoyed at his brat, fucking into Jungkook’s heat with reckless abandon. Tears spill from Jungkook’s eyes, overwhelmed from the combination of cock and his nipples being tugged by the clamps still attached to his chest. “If you want to make yourself useful, hold your legs up for me.”
Jimin moves Jungkook’s hands from his shoulders, guiding them to his own thighs, which are shaking. Jungkook tries to get a grip on them, but his hands are sweaty and he can barely hold his own weight. “Don’t be stupid, Kook,” Jimin says, sighing as though disappointed. Jungkook whimpers. “You always need help with everything. Can’t do anything on your own, can you?” With that, Jimin lifts Jungkook’s legs up himself, folding him in half, then encourages Jungkook to grip behind his knees, holding himself up. “There’s a good boy. Not so hard, is it?”
Jungkook can’t find it in him to reply, eyes rolling as Jimin grinds his hips deeper and deeper. There’s a pillow beneath him that helps with angling his hips up, meaning Jimin’s cock brushes past his prostate every few thrusts, sending what feels like mini orgasms through his body each time. This is what Jungkook loves about bottoming—the overwhelming pleasure, feeling like he’ll let go by accident, like he’ll—
“Jimin,” Jungkook gasps, suddenly nervous.
“Did I give you permission to call me that?” Jimin asks, not catching on.
“No, Jimin—I need to pee. Oh my god, I really need to pee.”
Jimin stops. Jungkook freezes. They stare at each other, silent for a moment. Jimin raises his eyebrow and thrusts his hips, once.
“Really?” Jungkook asks. They’ve spoken about it in theory, but this is something they’ve never tried before. They don’t even know if either of them are into it. The pair of them are experimentalists, though, and are willing to try almost anything. They like testing new kinks in the spur of the moment. It makes sex fun, even when it goes wrong. “Right now?”
“I mean, now is as good a time as any,” Jimin says, shrugging. “That’s only if you want to.” He thrusts again, then presses a hand against Jungkook’s lower belly, testing the waters.
“ Oh, ” Jungkook gasps, eyes rolling into the back of his head. The pressure feels like too much, like how getting fucked feels, full and about to spill over the edges. He doesn’t just like it. He loves it. “Do that again, Daddy, please!”
Jimin smirks. He thinks they’re both going to enjoy this quite a bit. For him, seeing Jungkook even more out of his mind is arousing enough. Let alone the risk of Jungkook pissing himself, how wet he would make them both, how embarrassed he would be… The thoughts send Jimin’s heart racing.
With Jungkook holding his own legs up, Jimin is able to put one palm against Jungkook’s abdomen and the other around his neck. Ideally he’d tug the nipple clamps too, but he figures he can do that later, when he really wants to make Jungkook come. For now he’ll let Jungkook teeter at the edge of it and deny him that release. It always makes his eventual orgasm that much more powerful, which Jimin adores to see.
Jungkook loves getting choked. He begs for it now, for Jimin to tighten his hand, to really make him see stars. The blood loss and resulting headspin is something Jungkook is quite addicted to, despite not getting it very often. Jimin usually leaves marks, which is absolutely unacceptable when they’re in the public eye. They can get away with it now, so Jimin gives in a little, thrusting hard and squeezing Jungkook’s neck just the way he likes. “C’mon, breathe, sweetheart,” Jimin taunts, sweat dripping from his brow, so hot he feels like melting. “Is it too hard?”
Jimin senses Jungkook’s orgasm, finely attuned to it after all these years. He lets go of Jungkook’s neck, much to his disappointment, and grabs Jungkook’s cock instead, squeezing the base. He stops fucking him, releasing the pressure from Jungkook’s bladder, too, not wanting to accidentally send him over the edge. “Breathe,” Jimin repeats, meaning it this time. “You weren’t going to come, were you?”
He was. They both know it. “No, Daddy, I wasn’t,” Jungkook pants, sincerely as ever.
“And why is that?”
“Because Daddy didn’t say I could.”
“Good boy,” Jimin coos, giving Jungkook a moment to recover. When Jungkook’s caught his breath, Jimin resumes fucking him as hard as he can, pressing on both his bladder and his throat. When he thinks Jungkook may come again, he stops, repeating the cycle until Jungkook can barely speak.
“What was that?” Jimin asks after one of Jungkook’s babbles. “Daddy can’t understand you.”
“Please…” Jungkook whispers, hands slipping from his thighs, although he hasn’t noticed he’s no longer in the correct position. Jimin doesn’t say anything, though, so it must be okay.
“Does my poor little whore not know how to speak?” Jimin tuts, raising a hand. Jungkook doesn’t know where to expect the slap, and he cries when it lands on his sensitive cock, flushed red and throbbing, leaking endlessly from the head. Jimin gathers the mess in his palm and rubs it around Jungkook’s swollen nipples, weaving around the metal clamps, following the path of his hand with his tongue. Unlike Jungkook, Jimin loves the taste of cum. It’s rich, masculine, and reminds Jimin who belongs to him.
“Need t’pee,” Jungkook manages, squirming against the sheets. There are tear stains on his cheeks, with more tears to come. His eyelashes are wet. Jimin resists the urge to wipe them, knowing Jungkook doesn’t want him to be gentle right now.
“Hold it,” Jimin orders, the rush of power going straight to his head. He’s always loved to be in control, especially like this. Telling Jungkook what to do gets him off, and this scenario is only exemplifying that desire. Knowing how desperately Jungkook needs to piss, but has to wait for permission from Jimin… It’s electrifying.
“Can’t,” Jungkook sobs, tears spilling, whining into the pillow. “Daddy, really can’t, I’m gonna die!”
“You are not going to die,” Jimin corrects, taking pity. He loosens the pressure from Jungkook’s bladder, tugging on the nipple clamps instead, reminding Jungkook they’re there. “How about this; you can come after Daddy does. Okay?”
“Not gonna come,” Jungkook disagrees, shaking his head. “Gonna piss.”
“You’re hard, baby,” Jimin points out, tugging lightly on his purpling cock. Jungkook groans like it hurts more than it feels good. “You’ll come. You won’t piss.”
“Okay,” Jungkook says, because he’s past the point of being that much of a brat. If Jimin says he’ll come, he’ll come.
Part of Jimin wants to come inside Jungkook, but the other, larger part of him wants to see Jungkook coated in it, so the decision is easy. Jimin focuses on his own pleasure as he fucks Jungkook harder, thrusting until his hips begin to stutter, then as soon as he starts to come, he pulls out and jerks off over Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook’s red tits soon become covered in white, blood rushing to the surface, flushing up Jungkook’s whole body. Jimin slaps Jungkook’s cock once, tugs the clamps free, and doesn’t even get the chance to wrap a hand around Jungkook’s neck before Jungkook is coming in long spurts, wailing as his release is forced out of him, nipples so swollen they look like they may bleed. It wouldn’t surprise Jimin if milk began to pour from them, the way they’re looking right now.
The thought is pleasing. Jimin stores it away for later assessment.
Jungkook lays there panting for a second, still covered in both of their releases, before he shoots up off the bed with a cry. “I’m seriously about to wet myself,” he gasps, but when he tries to stand up, his legs tremble and he immediately collapses to the floor. “Jimin! I need the bathroom!”
Jimin loses himself in fits of laughter, falling back against the bed, struggling for air. “Oh my god. That bad?”
“Jimin!” Jungkook wails, crawling across the floor towards their ensuite. “Help me up, please, I swear my tummy is swollen.”
“Don’t say that, you’ll make me hard again,” Jimin scolds, rolling off the bed to help his poor boyfriend. “Up you get,” he coos, much to Jungkook displeasure.
Jimin assists Jungkook to the bathroom, and while he relieves himself, starts running the shower. Jungkook can barely stand in it, but with Jimin’s support, he’s able to lean against the wall and wash the cum off his abdomen.
“I wanted to play with that some more,” Jimin pouts, running his fingers over Jungkook’s sensitive nipples. Jungkook shivers, not quite ready for them to be touched. They’ll probably stay swollen all through the following day. Even a shirt won’t hide it. The vision of Jungkook struggling to hide his nipples, the evidence of their rough coupling, sends a flare of heat and want through Jimin’s body that’s difficult to resist. Jungkook may have been edged for the past hour, but Jimin came one time very comfortably. He figures he could come again, if Jungkook were up for it.
Jungkook ends up sucking him off in the shower. They turn the water off just so that Jimin can have the pleasure of coming on Jungkook’s face and wiping it all down his neck like a claim. “You love this way too much,” Jungkook says, eyes tightly closed, allowing Jimin his fill.
Jimin sucks on a thumb, cherishing the taste. “Oh, don’t act like you don’t have some weird kinks, too.” That shuts him up fairly quickly. “I like it when you’re mine.”
“I’m always yours,” Jungkook says cutely, and Jimin turns the shower on again, washing Jungkook’s face to hide his own blush.
They usually don’t get to do this for months at a time, so they savour the clean up, floating in the afterglow of their consecutive orgasms. Jungkook tells Jimin he would be down for some overstimulation next time, and Jimin wants to explore the piss thing more. “I almost forgot about that,” Jungkook says, suddenly shy. “It wasn’t super weird?”
“Uh, it was maybe super weird how quickly it got me off?” Jimin offers, wanting Jungkook to be comfortable. “Did you like it?”
Jungkook flushes red. “I liked it a lot. More than I thought I would.”
“I’m glad.” Jimin says, reaching out to hold Jungkook’s hand. They fall into bed together.
They won’t play again like this tomorrow, or even the next day. Jimin could, but Jungkook needs longer to recover and Jimin doesn’t mind the extra cuddles. They may in a week’s time, or a bit earlier if they’re particularly horny. They try to fit in as much as possible before their break is over, because after that, they’ll barely have the time for penetrative sex, which is Jungkook’s favourite.
Jimin really can’t deny Jungkook anything. It works out, though. Jungkook loves to be spoiled. Maybe next week they’ll have the energy for round two.