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“Your son is lovely, such a nice boy, nice nimble fingers that–” Yoongi’s smiling in this woman's face, sharing a drink with her while he compliments her son. Clearly, she has no idea what really goes on or she simply doesn't care.
Soon, she goes, leaving Yoongi and her darling boy alone in her house again.
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Yoongi's arms are crossed while he watches his student warm up, the 4 year old messing up the scale, getting a scoff from Yoongi. “Start over,” and Jimin whimpers, starting his warm-up from the beginning. “If you want your treat– to even see it, you won't fuck up the easiest part of practice!” Yoongi's a bit harsh, but Jimin's used to it at this point, responding with a feeble, “yuh- yes, sir,” and restarting his warm-up from the beginning. Once he gets through that, Yoongi's relieved.
He sits on the suede bench beside the child, patting his lap as if he's commanding a dog, Jimin obeys– like a dog, and sits on his lap. “Scoot up for a minute,” Yoongi tells him, and Jimin listens again, straddling only one of Yoongi's thighs now as the adult releases himself. He then grabs Jimin by his hips, feeling his tiny body up before slipping the boy's pants down. He pulls Jimin back, holding him above his cock. Yoongi savors the sight of Jimin's plump little cunt before he lowers him. It's impressive how much such a small body can fit.
Jimin's panting now, the adult's cock snuggly buried inside of him. Yoongi doesn't touch Jimin during this, arms staying at his sides; he won't give Jimin that luxury of contact until he successfully plays through a song. “Canon in D,” Yoongi instructs and Jimin starts playing without a second passing in-between the action and words. His fingers slip, Yoongi lightly slaps his thigh, “start over,” and again, Jimin does as he's told. He'd make for a good dog if he were one. Jimin's getting close to the end now, but darn ! Yoongi slightly moves, causing the boy to mess up, “again,” Yoongi says through his teeth, “but- but- ” Jimin frustratedly stutters out, he'll never get his way with Yoongi.
Yoongi hums along to the child's playing, so lost in the classic tune that he doesn't realize when Jimin's finished, the younger softly saying his name to regain his attention. “Good boy,” Yoongi dryly praises. He takes Jimin by the hips, stands– all while keeping himself buried in the boy– and turns his back towards the piano. He has to scoot the bench forward a little, so there's enough room for him to properly fuck the younger. Jimin grips the suede, little fingernails digging into it as he joyously awaits his reward. The first thrust has Jimin stupidly grinning already, his prepubescent body is so sensitive to these things. “Ghuu~” Jimin's tongue lolls out, Yoongi hitting his undeveloped cervix with every swing of his hips. The bench starts scooting across the floor as Yoongi's intensity increases, leaving scratches where the legs once were.
Jimin groans, slapping a hand over his mouth at the sudden sound. Broken hiccups are soon forced out of the boy, ending with a choked sound when Yoongi starts filling him up. His tummy gains a soft pudge from the load, which neatly stays inside of him, Yoongi keeping him plugged up. They return to their original position, breathing elevated, but unlike Jimin, Yoongi keeps his composure. A deep breath, “are you ready?” Yoongi asks his student, “mhmm,” Jimin nods, positioning his fingers over the keys. “La Candeur,” this time Jimin hesitates, his body having to catch up with his brain. The seconds delay earns him a stern, “start over,” he sighs, nodding. No wasting time, Yoongi hates wasted time.
It's played all the way through, thank goodness.
“Yoonie, yoon-ie!” Jimin squeals, pussy squeezing Yoongi's big adult cock. Jimin's face resembles that of a pornstar at this point, it's so good, this rape. Gosh, Jimin doesn't even know that word. ‘ rape ’? tch, it's his treat , his reward for being so good at this.
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Jimin's full of so many loads of Yoongi's cum at this point, he's like a lewd, perverted water balloon now. Yoongi squishes the stretched stomach skin of the younger, enjoying the sound of the thick liquid moving around inside of him. “ Play ,” Yoongi grins, “‘m can't!” Jimin babbles, cradling his extended belly. He's much too full and fucked-out to keep practicing. Yoongi sighs, he, unfortunately, has to go easy on the younger. So practice is over for today.
Yoongi carries the bloated boy to the bathroom, sits him on the toilet, and starts pressing on his stomach. Jimin's legs spasm as the cum spills out of his pussy, it feels almost as good coming out as it did going in. Yoongi makes sure he isn't dripping or anything, can't have his pants getting wet from forgotten semen.
“My, did you two make any progress?” Jimin's mother asks, Yoongi nodding and giving her that charming smile he always does. Jimin looks tired, “I see you worked pretty hard today, huh?” Jimin nods, “uh-huh,” walking up to her and latching onto her side. “I'll be back in two days, make sure he practices on his own,” Yoongi says with the door open already, waving bye as he steps out.