Malamente - Rosalía

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He watches intently.

He watches with an attentive gaze the way the man throws the knife angrily, slicing through the air to hit directly to the target right on the center.

Right at the center.

To say Jungkook was impressed would be an understatement, but did he expect anything less from Park Jimin?

Knives is his personal nicotine, thriving his blood of addiction with need to have it around him at all times.

Jimin is never without a weapon, specifically any type of knife.

That much is obvious and exciting.

"Are you just going to stare at me all day?" Jimin mocks, wiping the sweat away from his forehead to fix his smug gaze to the ravenette, "Or are you going to do something?"

Jungkook wasn't exactly trying to hide away his near glaring stare, more so because he was focused on one specific thing that spiked his blood with a slight twitch of annoyance.

The evident hickey on Jimin's neck.

It's dark purple, ugly, but filling it's purpose.

To catch his attention.

And it pissed him off.

Jimin couldn't bite back the small grin on his lips as Jungkook pushes himself off the wall and strides towards him in this empty training room, eyes focused on him similar to a predator to their pretty. For a second Jimin actually grew cautious by how hostile Jungkook's footsteps were that he gripped the knife he was holding just in case.

He's not one to easily trust anyone either way, and Jungkook doesn't look too happy by his sly comment.

However when Jungkook finally stands in front of him, he doesn't say anything.

His lips are pursed, nearly close to a hideous grimace. Eyes glaring in piercing darkness, almost like the night sky but this has no stars glittering his gaze.

It's only an endless darkness of vast expressionless emotions.

Suddenly Jungkook raises a tatted hand to Jimin's chin, craning it to the side so he can study the hickey from this closer angle.

Oh the way Jungkook had to hold himself back from doing something stupid.

Like killing him.

His other hand balled to a fist to suppress his emotions and he lets him go, "They failed to make it pretty, looks sloppy, so disappointed."

Now this caught Jimin by surprise, clearly.

Jungkook saw that, he took advantage of it.

"You always claim that I am yours, even marked me out of your own jealousy," He mutters, shoving his hands to the pocket of his dressed pants, leaning to Jimin's face, "Time to beg for forgiveness for misbehaving."

Oh the way Jimin's legs began to quiver from the sudden husk in Jungkook's voice, clear in authority with a depth of demand. It's the type of voice that shivers all the way down your spine to the brim, leaving nothing but goosebumps and an explosion of lust to explode at the pit of your stomach.

Maybe Jimin likes being ordered around, a tad too much.

"Now why would I do that?" He mocks back, throwing the knife to the target before looking back to him innocently, "I haven't done anything wrong."

"You let another person touch you," Jungkook growls lowly, leaning to his face, "You. Are. Mine. As long as your living here, under this agreement with me, you are to not let another man touch you."

This sparkling blaze behind Jimin's eyes only sent shivers and his dick to react and harden, especially when Jimin subtly bites his bottom lip with a feline look in his eyes. He doesn't look impressed on the outside but he's already licking Jungkook's jaw in his mind, begging him to punish him for being bad.

Oh how badly did he wanted to be punished.

Then again, where's the fun in giving into his needs that easily?

So he only leans to his face as well, arms crossed, "And you are allowed to?" He questions back, his amused smile on his lips now growing, "Too bad, I will do whatever the fuck I want- Ah!"

Jimin is suddenly thrown to the floor, aggressively, to nearly land on his face but he caught himself before that happened. This sudden surprise to this caught him by surprise but suddenly he's stomped back to the ground with a foot on his back, slamming him down to not be able to get up.

"You really want to play like this?" Jungkook taunts, whirling his own know between his fingers, looking down at him, "Fine, but let them know who you fucking belong to, angel."

Suddenly the knife drags down to his shirt, tearing it down the middle to reveal his bare back.

That area right at the center is the only area without any marks or scars, almost as though it was waiting for Jungkook to carve on its smooth skin.

Begging to be marked.

To let the fuckers who bends him over know to how he fucking belongs to.

The devious ravenette chuckles drily, sitting down on Jimin's ass to keep him in place.

"Scream for me baby."

And suddenly he stabs the tip of the knife to Jimin's skin, forcing a sudden grunt with a gasp to flutter out of Jimin's lips in shock, feeling the familiar string shutter over his body like a contagious drug.

And his own dick instantly hardens, badly.

"Fuck!" He yelps as Jungkook drags the knife to carve on his skin, forcing more shuttering screams and whines to stumble pass his lips to the pain, feeling the high of adrenaline cruise his body like a heat wave of drugs that's attacking ever part of his cells to complete haze and pleasure.

Oh that feeling of the blade dragging his skin is a sensation that Jimin feeds off of, unable to help himself from sprouting out a breathless sigh from his swollen lips that he's biting down hard.

"I-It hurts," He whimpers strained, making Jungkook only chuckle drily as he continues to carve on Jimin's skin, unable to help himself by how powerful he feels.

So fucking powerful.

Printed and engraved, right there on Jimin's skin, whatever he wants.

Something that is his alone.

So addicting.

Seeing the blood and skin tearing before Jungkook's eyes was almost like he was breathing, injecting him shots after shots of adrenaline and this desirable pleasure into seeing how Jimin completely loses himself.

Losing himself to Jungkook alone.

The pain he's causing onto him alone.

That's so fucking sexy.

"Good, I want it to hurt," He remarks back cynically before suddenly grinding his harden member against Jimin's ass.

Jimin instinctively moans, face now red to the overstimulation of pain yet pleasure he's feeling from this torture. The knife against his skin and Jungkook grinding against his ass has his mind running wild with lust, pouring out another moan from his shakily lips.

This is a fucking dream, that he never wants to wake up from.

"Fuck me," Jimin begs now, feeling his legs now trembling by how hard his dick feels and the need to be fucking wrecked, "P-Please..... Master."

Jungkook grinds his bottom lip, his eyes hooded as he looks down at Jimin. There's nothing he wants more than he fuck Jimin's ass off. To feel him clench around his harden dick, pressing himself against his prostrate to just see how weak Jimin falls to submission with sinful noises pouring out his swollen lips as he tries to hold them back using his teeth..

Oh he wanted to, Jungkook wanted to so bad.

But then that means giving him something he wants, and that's not what Jungkook is about to do.

This is punishment for him misbehaving.

It shouldn't turn to a reward.

"No," He says back, his voice monotone as he yanks the knife back, finishing with his art work marvelously, "You've been bad, you get nothing but punishment, you little slut."

And he grinds himself harder one last time, forcing Jimin to shuddering and strangle between a gasp or moan before Jungkook gets off him and throws the bloody knife aside, walking away from the laughing chaotic man on the floor to the rejection, enjoying this game these two have together.

With his new carving clear and large on his back.

Jungkook's
Angel
Only

So fuck off :)

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A/N:
Wow that was intense........

Haha these two are definitely something intense, but alike in some twisted way or form.

How are we doing??

Let's see what happens soon!!

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