𝗝𝗜𝗞𝗢𝗢𝗞¹

✖𝗔𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗥𝗔'𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗢𝗔𝗡𝗦 ✖

贏Humiliation, sensation play, total submission, controversial(?),
biting, age play, bondage, autonepiophilia丟

"Darling"

"No"

"Please"

"No"

"Babyyyy, I beg you, you're killing me !"

"I am not, you're just whiny "

"This was cute the first 10 min darling but you're getting heavy and -"

"My fucking god gguk, if you have to pee just say it but stop saying I'm too heavy, you're literally double my fucking size due to all your muscles!"

"Si-size ...ah ?Jiminah size you say ?"

Jeongguk glowered into those naughty honey-dipped irises of his lover who had let his petite body be sprawled out over Jeongguk, making it difficult for the young therapist boyfriend of his to get up.

"I -", Jeongguk was quite begging on a veracious account. He did matter of factly have to release the colossal amount of pressure weighing down on his damned bladder, further engendering whines from those cherry red lips about how clingy Park has got lately. Talking about that ...actually, the therapist has got quite a...
proclivity for that?

A sense of ... adoration about that part of his angel. But, let's be honest here, what's better than teasing your partner about those cute, cheeky habits of theirs?

"You?" The pink-haired male inquired, a teasing smirk in his challenging eyes as he stared right into Jeon's fucked up sexy glare, soon letting himself scan the younger's thighs.

Jimin licked his lower lip. Damn ...those thighs ...they'd be entwined around Jimin's neck and he'd surrender himself to Azrael.

Jeon had other thoughts though. His eyes glimmered out the "Ah ... playing around now, aren't we? " kinda shine. He shook his head, a satisfactory smile on his lips. The taller male smirked, that's not gonna be so easy sweetheart.

He instantly masked up his expressions with one calm expression of his and turned his lips down into a defeated scowl, his mind all this while having him buzz up a master plan.

Teheehe how those tables are gonna turn

Jimin's naughty words were the sole reason for catalyzing the sudden smile on the bunny like boy's face. Now, further hiding the twinkling gleam in his eyes, he grinned back, eyebrows raised. He thought it over. It wasn't gonna be so simple for Jimin. Jeon was a therapist and he could definitely manipulate any action of his in 1000 different ways. He studied psychology for 7 fucking years after all. But oh lord was he loving this. He shook his head, poor hyung.

Jeongguk shook his head gleefully then answered, his voice contorted into one requesting squeak.

" I...do have to pee." Besides... Jeongguk thought. This koala is pressing down on his damned bladder and a man gotta do what he gotta do man.

"Just go baby", Jimin comforted. His fragile, swollen lips curling into the most alluring of chuckles as he rolled off his boyfriend, letting out almost a moan as he felt Jeongguk's hard against the soft and plump arse of his while doing so. Now, his senses were overpowered by the sudden realization of what exactly his act would unfold into. His eyes were peeled, open wide.

Shit, I'm fucked today.

Jeongguk grinned, "I'm going to have a shower." He leaned forward and planted a smooch at Park's temple before those sly lips of his questioned. "Will you be able to finish making breakfast till then ?"

"Sure thing, it'll be done by then." Jimin complied.

And then the elder gave a smile that just seemed so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness. That was the cause of that unexpected warmth rushing to Jeongguk's crusty heart as his mochi would purr back in the day while he curled his fingers into a fist making a heart sign with both of his hands."I was born to cook!"

Who knew nature had planned two frenemies having mixed emotions about each other to develop feelings that would soon transform into this unyielding force driving their very lives.

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Crash

I knew it.

Jeongguk chuckled while looking down at the fallen angel ( pun intended) who had somehow managed to crumble into a fall and land straight on his bum. He moved forward extending his arms out to the older, letting his other hand rub circles on Jimin's back.

" Jiminah," he chimed."Did the floor break?!"

"Aish kookieee-ah" Jimin whined as he hit Jeongguk's chest, his tiny fingers wrapped into small fists." Ah Jeonggukah," he pointed his index finger at his boyfriend."You tease me way too much. "

Jeongguk smiled tapping Jimin's button nose."وردتي الجميلة-my pretty flower. "

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"Look, cooking is easy."

Jimin chimed these words over to himself with a small expression of concentration, anxiety manifesting itself on his face as he pushed his strawberry blonde locks back, showing off that perspiration of his, droplets of sweat streaming down his forehead.

"It's easy, easy peasy lemon fucking squeezy ", he repeated brusquely for the 6th time as he finished his eighteenth long trudge around the white marbled counter.

It was like social interaction for him, something he knew how to do but people told him off because he couldn't handle either of them well.

"Ah lil angel, you're overthinking it." Jeongguk encircled his arms around that svelte waist as Park's head lolled back into the maknae's shoulder. Jimin sighed realising how Jeongguk knew exactly how to calm those nerves down.

Jeongguk thought, treasure through body warmth, make the other feel safe, not vulnerable.

Ha! he's gonna bring hell down on those insecurities. His jaw tightened. As if he'd actually ever let his baby boy be negatively affected by them.

Nah, he'd rather leave sports and die.

Jeongguk hummed under his breath, letting Jimin stretch his neck out as he let his tender kisses bloom on those red auricle's making sure he matched the movement of his chest with the blonde's heartbeat, his large hands clutching the older's smaller ones in his with a smile.

"You are magic Jiminah, pure delightful magic that I'm not and will not be worthy of being besides."

Someone was giggling as they mapped the veins on Jeongguk's hand with their small fingers smiling. It was a touch Jeongguk recognised too well. It was the exact same person who ultimately ended up whining, lips puckering into that 'o' shape. It was those very plump lips that of his that took away kook's heart embedding it safely into his own. "Jeon, you know me to well "Jimin whispered out.

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"But I don't know how to cook daddy! "

Jimin turned around straddling the taller's hickey adorned neck, only to be hit by the astoundingly handsome face of his boyfriend standing just a little taller than him wearing a white shirt that clinged to his torso sporting the linings of his abdominal muscles and below that he wore grey Nike sweatpants.

His body seemed as though he had just run a mile and the fact that his body always felt way too warm around him got him shivering. His most likely once perfectly styled dirty blonde hair, all slightly windswept, matching way too perfectly with that pair of heavenly deep azure blue eyes of his.

Jeongguk chuckled, amused at how his boyfriend was openly drooling right in front of him.

This was the comeback he knew so well. It was the comeback of his bratty, needy sub, he frickin knew it.

"Daddy will teach you how to cook yeah?" Jeon explained in his deep voice. It was an octave lower than his usual deep and raspy Satoori accent. It was a voice one could sink in as it wrapped you up. It was a voice that vibrated with power and command. It was a voice laced with authority as a kindly sentence of Jeon would manage to shake Jimin's confidence away oh so suddenly.

Checkmate love thought Jeongguk. No way I'd let you get away with that early morning teasing of yours.

" W-what are you g-gonna do," the blonde squeaked as the taller slammed his lips onto his boyfriend's tempting rosy lips, nearly knocking out all the winds from Jimin's lungs.

Jimin barely got a moment to react before the hotter make in front of him pressed his tongue sloppily into that agape, inviting mouth of his. It was a very sloppy kiss with the scent of honey lingering away into the air.

Now the reason as to why there were so many honey lip balms lurking about all around the house made sense.

Passion and gratitude. It was those two elements being exchanged in the intermingling of their billowing breaths. After all, that's what love is right? A hot, genuinely beautiful mess, their beautiful mess.

Jimin's walls fell away instantly as he recalled what Jungkook had told him one starry night as both of them sat on the rooftop, tongues lapping away at the black currant ice cream cones they held.

"Those eyes are your pain untold hmm Dahlia? And I wish you would tell it, I do. " He'd told Jimin, rubbing Jimin's cold fingers in between his warm ones. "I would be yours in any storm, but there's one thing baby, you have to keep me safe from your lies. You have to let me in all the way so that you always trust me and I only ever see your kind eyes, the ones that are my home. Because I want to stay with you, but you have to be good for me too darling."

Something about those knowing eyes and how those expressions never ranged so drastically had struck a chord within Park's thoughts.

So Jimin did exactly that.

In the twinkling of an eye, his vulnerable side came out, a sign of nothing but pure credence in his gguk. Once more their lips met into the prettiest of equations.

It was sensual, slow, soft and comforting in a way words could never be. Dear god! Jeongguk couldn't fight against the thoughts that were engulfing his cerebrum. His darling's very smell was flooding his senses!

And that brings us here; Jeon grubbing his hand teasing Jimin, while the other was desperately trying not to destroy any of the taller's utensils. Jeongguk then elucidated, rather teased lowly into his boyfriend's ear.

"The heat is too high babe."

"But it will be better that way, won't it?" Jimin questioned flipping the pancakes.

"Nah baby, the outside will get extra red and it will still be wobbly inside ."

Honestly, Jimin wasn't paying the least attention to the pancakes anymore cause let's face it, Jimin had stepped the wrong footings when he razzed with the top's mind earlier on and he is definitely going to have to withstand the consequences. He had the therapist's ever so lovely feather-light kisses brushing against his delicate but sharp jawline.

Every act of his Jeonggukie was hot, fiery, passionate and demanding.

Not that Park wasn't enjoying it all. Before he knew it, the therapist's hand found the small of the libra's pliant waist, hiking his body up as Jimin hugged Jeongguk's hips with his curved, athletic thighs, his head fell on the slenderly built male's shoulder as he whined."Woah Jeonggukie"

"Are you okay baby boy?"Jungkook whispered huskily into the pink-haired boy's perky red ear.

Oh God was he keeping it slow.Steady.Firm

"Yes daddy" came the high pitched squeak ." huh- Jeonggukah-"

Jimin was always very beautiful but he looked especially delectable with his hot flushed cheeks and his desirous red lips paired with those star-filled honey eyes of his.

Adorable Jeongguk thought...so very fetching

A gasp from Jimin's plump lips later, Jeongguk laid Jimin down on the black silk sheets dipping his hands below the older's waistband finding the fluttering depilated rim he could cum at the sight of. He let his fingers be swallowed into the wet walls.

"Ooh, "Jimin's body curled up into the therapist's body immediately reacting to his touch as his eyes closed shut, lips wide open, a small scarlet tongue poking out; a reaction to his overstimulation.

He let his hands linger around to the smaller male's side and then to his hips once again. The now whimpering, pink-haired male pursued his lips. His body began to sway around like a magnet desperate to pull the more muscular man closer into him.

Hot. Heavy. Wet. Heavy. Hands. Tongues. They grabbed at each other. Jimin.Jimin Jimin. Jimin was clouding Jungkook's mind. His mind craved more of those plump, thick thighs. Wouldn't he cry out in that teenage girl, high pitched voice of his every time gguk spanked it?

Soon they weren't even certain of what they were doing. They were drunk on each other's body. Sensual thoughts about each other were flooding up their mind. Addicted, they were addicted to each other.

Not a second passed before the whining male found himself pressing into Jeongguk. Everything happened too fast, the taller male rocking into him. Jimin's hand combing through Jeongguk's hair. Jimin remembered thinking that "this is how he'd fuck me, how he'd destroy me."

He remembered how the male held his tiny form down tightly, how he snapped his hips harder and how it stole his breath, how it stole his soft whines.

Jimin recalled how Jeongguk's big hands snaked their way from beneath his thin shirt and made their way up to his perked pink nipples. How the male kneaded them roughly as he mouthed the vein popping at Jimin's neck.

The smaller male melted away, letting his body be wrapped in confines of ecstasy, dopamine flowing through his veins, blood rushing to his dripping hole, his throbbing, pink rim clenching in as it was desirous of it being stuffed full of Jeongguk's thick load of cum.

The squeaking male had his dainty fingers threading through gguk's hair again as his body leaned in further into him. The now sweaty dominant male would most certainly ensure Jimin receiving an accolade for his extraordinary kinky girl-like, sweet-pitched voice. It was his favourite kind of melody.

His heart swelled with pride when he heard Jimin's "I need you Jeonggukaah!" in that adorable pleading tone of his. The anomaly of Jimin's voice, when compared to others, got the youngest's heart racing in the ripest of ways.

The pink-haired male was Jeongguk's antidote and that feeling was mutual. Jimin's restlessness showed its colours soon. He couldn't help but crave those lips of his bunny, couldn't help but whine about how his body' large frame wasn't adjoined to his. So he made sure he let his boyfriend know about it.

"Jeonggukie," he panted.

"Yes, princess," he whispered against his lips.

"Please daddy," he whined.

"Please what?"

"I want..."

"Say it, princess. Tell me. What do you want hmm?" he dipped his head and licked a line across Park's sweet-smelling collarbone. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"Ugh!" he cried and almost let a moan slip through his now blood-red lips, the aftermath of letting Jeongguk's incisors digging into them.

"You smell so good," mumbled Jeongguk on his libra's neck, his nose buried at the swell of Jimin's collarbones, breathing in all for himself the libra's scent. "And so fucking wet too."

"Who's fault is that?" spat Jimin digging his fingernails on Jeongguk's shoulder blades, his chest arching up to the therapist in attempts to try and get even more closer. Jimin needed more. More kisses, more bites, more touches. More Jeongguk.

The latter was ambivalent about how he should respond to the hot, tiny male in front of him so he pressed his knee in between those well fleshed yet beautifully muscular thighs.

"Tell me," he commanded.

"I want you to fuck me, " the older whimpering male whispered.

"I can't hear you." He could - Jeongguk knew that - but he wanted Park to demand it.

"Please, Jeonggu-ngh-ah, I... oh! I want you to fuck me you brat!"

"That's my boy" the needy male could imagine that brusque smile behind his words. "I'm gonna take such good care of you Dahlia."

Both knew it very well, Jeongguk was a very capricious man, his duality fascinated many.

"Ugh!" Jimin whined again as Jeongguk kicked and kneaded back his knee harder into his boyfriend.

Jimin's body was shackled by his desires. He began clawing at the younger's body, he wanted the latter to make him go giddy in the stomach, make him feel good, have bombs of ecstasy bursting in him. But Jeongguk's character during sex wasn't of the same shade as others.

Jimin felt Jeongguk's large hands wrap themselves behind his hickey adorned neck. A heartbeat later he dug his fingers into Jimin's jaw, forcing him to look at him as he pulled him roughly apart, peeling their bodies away from each other. His darker stare darted into Jimin's much softer ones.

Those eyes were overflowing with a saccharine-like dominance, his desirous actions were pouring out his love for Jimin, a surprising sensuality laced in them. It sent a shiver down Jimin's arched spine as Jeongguk pinned him down in place.

"Don't think for a second that this is going to be over quickly," he travelled. "And don't even assume I'm going to let you off so easily."

Being the caring boyfriend he was, Jeongguk could have been bona fide whenever Jimin teased him, but oh he knew so very well that it was all done by the little baby so that his daddy could stuff his little hole, having him cum multiple times while his perfectly round globes were kneaded by two very specific hands.

It was during these times that he knew he had to add in a bit of a caustic tone to his words. Jeongguk pressed his lips to the flesh above Jimin's exposed collarbone then began to make his way north, tilting his head up to expose the length of Jimin's veiny neck.

Jimin's mouth let out needy hums, his voice a pitch higher than his normal tone, he couldn't stop himself when it came to him. Jeongguk's hands, his touches, his ever so light feathery kisses were all the fuel to Jimin's blazing fire.

Both of their hair, a dishevelled mess now. Not to mention Jimin loved it that way, loved how it looked as though each strand of his boyfriend was dancing around in the smoothest of flows around Jimin's small ring adorned fingers.

The Virgo lifted his head with a playful smirk adorning his thin lips, mirth on his eyes. Jimin was waiting for some kind of a retort that would surely make him pout or whine but instead, he got a finger in to stretch his hole.

He gasped, closing his eyes in pleasure as Jeongguk fingers went deep inside him slowly, carefully. Jimin didn't need to open his eyes to know Jeongguk was studying every shift of his muscles on Jimin's face searching for any indication that the libra was in pain or not enjoying what was going on.

But Jimin was overjoyed with the intrusion and made sure to let the other know of that with his sultry loud moans.

"I love those little sounds you make princess." The therapist's voice rumbled into Park's flushed red ear. The little petite male loved the way Jeungguk addressed him, as though Jimin was this flower the younger male wanted to deflower.

The word "princess" always got pretty butterflies in Jimin's mildly toned, soft abdomen, getting him all hazy and babyish. " I bet you're really something when you cum darling hmm?"

"I really wouldn't know gguk-ah." Shit shit shit. Jimin panicked over what he just let out.

Jeongguk froze. It was as though metal wires tightly bound themselves around the younger's body. "Have you never been touched before Jiminah? You are a virgin? "

The latter's crescent eyes averted their gaze away from his boyfriend of 6 days. No, if the fragile male would elucidate that fact out to Jeongguk than perhaps he'd think lowly of him. He wanted to somehow equivocate the truth.

Love and desire somehow always get you lying, whether you do it intentionally or not, whether it's of the minuscule kind or whether it's as wide and mighty as the stormy ocean outside. You do end up lying. He let his gaze fall upon some obscure corner of the room.

His small fingers fiddled uncomfortably with each other. He had no spark of what he should be pouring out to Jeongguk. That irrational fear of him pouring out too much about his virginity to Jeongguk settled itself into the deepest pit of his heart.

Jimin was embarrassed. He had his heart swooning over this piece of art...this dangerous art of a man for about 4 months now. This man was so out of Jimin's league that his delicate mind was surprised he could even see him standing in front of him.

"Answer me petal." Jeongguk's voice was soft, as though even the tiniest hint of harshness would break his darling little boyfriend down. Some people just have those traits. They treat others as though they are diamonds despite being treated as coal themselves.

It was this trait of his that got Jimin's heart fluttering, these tiny details that made all the difference in the world for Park. The taller's hand fell from Jimin's soft cheeks and dipped into the pocket of his black sweatpants.

He shifted his weight so that he could look at his little dahlia better. It was as if he was seizing him up, like as though he was some sort of a lab experiment.

Jimin's fingers pulled at the embroidered fabric of his grey hoodie. He was scared, so scared. What if he left him after knowing how much of a loser he was? Despite being elder than him he'd never done the deed yet. He'd always been afraid of someone mistreating him, using him.

He had been spending his entire life dancing, training his vocal abilities so he'd be able to enrol into his dream band named "BTS" and earn enough so that he could clear away all the debts his father had dumped onto him.

He had to break away all his ropes to move forward and build his own dance academy which he had recently opened up. People have multiple sides, always. There's the side you see mastering everything, the other fragile side you manage to get a glimpse of now and then there's the side only they know of.

The side no one can see and witness, the one side no one's allowed to visit. Jeongguk knew that Jimin's anxiety level would oscillate between the two extremes ever so frequently.

He wanted his lovely gift of a boyfriend to know that he would love Park no matter what. He wanted to let his racing heart settle in the comfort of knowing that everything and everyone will be okay. This anxiousness got a peculiar crease on his baby's face and Jeongguk's heart was repulsive to that tensed face of his.

It was more of worry that Jimin felt. It came as an electrical storm in his brain. Quite honestly, it was painful when Jimin has had anxiety attacks. It's different from a headache and he always felt this intense sorrow, perhaps as a sort of frozen panic with nowhere to go.

So though he appeared calm every time he got one, his panicked state was worrisome, it got him holding onto any piece of metal at sight to control his convulsions down.

So Jeongguk stepped forward enough so that Jimin's arched back was now aligned straight against the wall, let his hands drop down to hold those chubby soft hands of his boyfriend as his fingers intertwined with Jimin's; locking both of their love together into one strong first. They stood toe to toe.

Due to the increasing temperature in the room, Jimin's hair became one with his face, wetly draped over that facial structure of his that drove Jeongguk crazy.

His expression was tensed, Jeon had to do something. In that splatter of a second, the younger wondered if the pink-haired male knew how crazy that drove Jeongguk, how it made him want to feel every inch of his skin.

Jimin rolled his eyes in that way he does when he's really happy but feeling too macho to show it and he lets the younger kiss. The insecurities melt away, the scary voices too, and the moment was theirs. As for the kiss, it's as if they had been transported somewhere heavenly and perhaps if it weren't for the cold soft moans Jeongguk let into the latter's plump lips, Park would've believed that.

" Oh... princess," he whispered.

Jimin breathed heavily through his nose. He had never felt this exposed before. He had always managed to hide his flaws... hide his secrets well. It was what he had been trained to for his whole life. But since the day Jimin fell for him, Jeongguk could see right through them... right through him. And now he knew one of his biggest.

"Have you ever touched yourself?"

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