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“i know your secret.”
jimin peers from where he’s washing his hands, lured where the school’s resident asshole, jeon jeongguk, is stepping into the bathroom. jimin’s not sure if he should feel lucky or frightened that it’s only the two of them here, alone.
jeongguk pushes the door shut with a heavy slam, the deadbolt lock twisting ominously. dark almond eyes narrow as he approaches jimin with heavy, boot-clad footsteps, each one more sinister than the last.
a solid train of taps tugs jimin from his stupor. jeongguk sucks his teeth in amusement. jimin realizes he hasn’t responded.
he shuts off the faucet and clears his throat. he’ll be fine. drying his hands off on his jeans, jimin turns to face him.
“what are you talking about this time?” jimin drones.
jeongguk grins, wide and smug, bulky arms folding over his puffed chest.
“that you’re a faggot,” he spits.
jimin’s breath catches in his throat.
no one knows he’s gay.
he tries not to squirm too much. he doesn’t want to give jeongguk too much of an obvious reaction, even as his mind races. he doesn’t understand though. he thought he’d been so careful. there couldn’t be any plausible way of jeongguk to find this out. jimin never planned to tell anyone, either, at least not anyone from his hometown. maybe in college, if he finds the right group of people that are accepting. but as of now, it’s not like he needs to give anyone else a reason to pick on him. especially jeongguk .
ever since jeongguk spotted him studying in the library two years ago, messing with jimin has become an obsession for him. the usual harassment included jeongguk pushing him into lockers or slapping his books from his arms, scattering them onto the floor with loud thuds, whirls of papers flying from where jimin has stuffed notes between the pages. after the first couple of times, jimin switched to keeping his notes separate.
jeongguk liked to sneak up on him, though. he preferred to keep him unsuspecting and on his toes. but his favorite thing to do was to spit remarks about jimin’s petite frame, his “girly” glasses, or the “dumb” look plastered on his face. jeongguk wouldn’t stop there, unfortunately. when jimin took to sighing, barely giving a reaction, jeongguk switched his tactics. he began invading his space and spitting threats, comparing their sizes, telling him how easily he could hurt jimin; only to laugh as jimin cowered and shook with fright.
and jeongguk is not a small guy. underneath his leather jacket lie planes of toned muscle, sculpted pecs, and strong thighs that held the type of strength that could snap jimin in half without breaking a sweat. he’s not the type jimin could fight even if he wanted to.
jimin doesn’t understand why jeongguk spends so much time mocking and intimidating him. maybe because he’s easy, jimin thinks, he’s quiet and not one to confront mistreatment. but even in his most courageous moments when he’s asked jeongguk the reason, why him , jeongguk has been unwilling to indulge. instead, he claims that jimin is too fun to mess with for him to resist.
now that they’re seniors, jimin’s only goal was to make it out unnoticed and unscathed. he didn’t want trouble. he actively tried to avoid it at all costs. jeongguk, on the other hand, had a different plan.
but something of this caliber… it’s just taking it too far. jeongguk discovering information like this could lead to disastrous consequences.
so jimin tries to remain nonchalant. collected. ignorant.
adjusting the glasses perched on his nose, jimin twiddles with his shirt and says simply, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
jeongguk laughs mean and arrogant, head tossed back. he takes a large step forward, nearly toe to toe. it makes jimin recoil, his eyes staying cast to toward their feet. if he looks into jeongguk’s eyes, jeongguk would see exactly what he wants to see: fear.
his voice lowers with a sly, “you should know by now there’s no use in lying to me.”
a rough grip catches his chin, angling jimin’s head until their gazes lock. jeongguk’s burns through his own, blown pupils dilated as if he’s just shot up a syringe of chemicals; a crazed glint flashing over his irises.
but he’s not on drugs. reflecting back is the pleasure and adrenaline jeongguk receives from imposing his sizable power over jimin.
“i-i’m not lying.” jimin murmurs with a small scoff. his feet shift anxiously, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by jeongguk.
“ha,” he huffs in disbelief, “believe it or not, i know you better than anyone else. you’re lying.”
jimin snaps his head away, freeing himself from jeongguk’s grip.
“how would you know? you — you don’t know shit.”
“i’ve been watching you, jimin-ssi,” jeongguk breathes, cornering him against the wall, one hand resting on the wall beside jimin’s head, “i’ve seen the wandering looks you give the football players in the locker room. the way you never spare a hot girl a glance.”
jimin gulps.
“what are you, a stalker?”
jeongguk chuckles darkly, shaking his head disapprovingly at the attempt to deflect. already, this situation is growing bleak.
jimin tries to find a spot to run away, to escape. jeongguk is too unpredictable. he could be about to get beat up or jeongguk may not touch him at all. but what jimin knows about jeongguk, it’s that he enjoys playing with his food before he devours it.
“just observant,” jeongguk explains, shrugging, “plus, i was thinking of informing the school about it. would cause quite a stir. you may lose... everything.”
his tongue flicks out to toy with his lip ring as he assesses jimin’s growing flustered state.
jimin’s heartbeat pounds in his ears.
“why would you do that? you don’t have proof.”
“doesn’t matter,” jeongguk spits back, “people would believe it anyway. then, you’d definitely have no friends.”
he snickers at the idea and anger boils in jimin’s veins. this isn’t fair. this is sick, beyond comprehension. plain cruel.
“you’re a real fucked up person if you do that,” jimin seethes, “i don’t understand what’s in it for you.”
“are you admitting it’s true then?” jeongguk smirks like a cocky piece of shit.
“no,” jimin retorts, “i just don’t get it. haven’t you already done enough? why this?”
“you see jimin-ssi,” jeongguk leans closer, lips grazing the shell of jimin’s ear. nose scrunching as it fills with the potent, too-strong scent of cigarettes laced with jeongguk’s cologne.
“i’m doing this because i can. now, i can give you two options.”
jimin’s lip trembles, fists between their chests ready to push jeongguk away if he were to try anything.
he implores reluctantly, “what are they?”
jeongguk leans back, unexpectedly catching and grabbing jimin’s hand. gasping, jimin whimpers as the hold transforms to a crushing grip, palm dwarfing jimin’s own.
“option one,” jeongguk exhales, meeting jimin’s hesitant gaze, “i walk out of here and tell everyone about your little secret.”
jimin squeezes his eyes shut, chewing his lip.
“option two,” jeongguk adds, just above a whisper. he guides jimin’s shaking hand to rest on his abdomen, “i won’t tell anyone — if you suck me off.”
forcibly, jeongguk places jimin’s open palm over the growing bulge in his jeans. with a mortified squeak, jimin tries to rip his hand away but jeongguk is too strong and his menacing gaze keeps him planted to the spot.
“what?” jimin chokes, voice uneven, “why — why would you want me to do that?”
he’s no virgin. he’s had his fair share of hookups over the years but it’s been limited to guys he’s met on vacations. even then, he’s only sucked a dick twice.
regardless, he doesn’t understand why jeongguk would be suggesting this. he’s homophobic.
“think of it as a way for me to confirm if it’s true or not,” he explains.
“you’re sick. fuck you.” jimin spits.
jeongguk sighs exasperatedly as he rolls his eyes, “alright, then who should i tell first? the football team? your adored student council club? what would they think of you, i wonder?”
jeongguk pulls away, nonchalant as he waltzes toward the door like he isn’t about to ruin jimin’s life. if this got out, he’d be shunned. probably kicked out of all his clubs, and would be more ostracized than he already was.
as jeongguk reaches to turn the lock, jimin sighs defeatedly and covers his face, “fine! — i. i’ll do it.”
there’s a quiet pause before jimin hears the squeak of his boots turning and thumping as they move across the tiles to where jimin stands.
crossing his arms over his chest, a self-assured expression adorning his face like he knew jimin would cave. jeongguk scans him up and down with a concerning amount of scrutiny.
he rubs his chin in pseudo contemplation before he says, “okay. strip then.”
at first, jimin laughs at the incredulous demand. it has to be a joke.
his hands fall, balling into clenched fists at his sides, and jimin notices the stern furrow of jeongguk’s brows.
he’s actually serious.
“you - uh. why?” jimin stammers, “doesn’t that seem unnecessary?”
jeongguk approaches with a condescending grin.
“i call the shots here. don’t forget that,” jeongguk muses with a wink, “now strip. i’m not telling you again.”
grumbling, jimin begins to shed his clothes. he can’t believe he’s taking orders from jeongguk - that his life has come to this point. one article of clothing by another, jimin strips down until he’s bare.
he kicks his pile of clothes next to his discarded book bag. a frosty draft of air wafts over him, sending shivers down his spine and raising goosebumps across his pale skin.
quickly, jimin hides his dick with both hands, squeezing his thighs together but if his laughing is anything to go by, jeongguk has already seen it.
“you call that a dick?” jeongguk mocks, pointing at his groin, “damn, maybe you ought to be a fag. it’s not like you could fuck a girl with that thing anyway.”
jimin cheeks burn, a rosy-red blush reaching his nipples as a hot wave of humiliation crashes over him. desperately, he tries to blink away the tears springing to his eyes. he tries to convince himself it doesn’t matter what jeongguk thinks.
“let’s just get this over with.” jimin mumbles scornfully.
“hey, don’t be like that,” he scolds playfully, “what’s with the rush?”
“jeongguk, come on.” jimin adds, deadpan.
“alright, alright,” jeongguk gives, waving his hands in surrender. he leans leaning against the far wall, adding, “get on your knees. i want you to crawl over here.”
if doing this means he’s one minute closer to getting out of here, he’ll bend to jeongguk’s ridiculous whims.
shamefully, jimin obeys. crawling on his hands and knees, he travels the next ten feet whilst trying to ignore the odd heat churning in his gut. every inch closer, jeongguk’s predatory gaze sears deeper.
he arrives at jeongguk’s feet, sitting back on his haunches. it’s uncomfortable. he’s uncomfortable. on the freezing, hard tiles of the bathroom floor, his knees are already beginning to ache.
he peers up at jeongguk with contempt, a look that matches jeongguk’s now hardened expression. there’s not a soul behind those eyes, not an ounce of warmth. jimin should be scared by it, but it’s not an unfamiliar sight. all he feels is resentment and a flourishing sense of apathy.
when jeongguk’s hand reaches out, jimin flinches, expecting a slap or punch.
but jeongguk only removes his glasses, muttering something about them getting in the way.
unfortunately, jimin can still see the bastard glowering down at him. damn his nearsightedness.
“well — what are you waiting for?” jeongguk asks with a tut.
with one more disdainful glance, jimin reaches out to unbutton and unzip jeongguk’s jeans.
“uh-uh,” jeongguk interrupts, a cocky tinge to his voice, “with your teeth.”
cursing to himself, jimin leans in, his teeth catching the cold metal between them.
“and look at me while you do it.”
bitterly, jimin listens, pulling the zipper down with his teeth as his eyes remain locked with jeongguk’s darkening ones. the hands at jeongguk’s side travel to cup his cheeks once he’s done, his thumb rubbing over the fat flesh of jimin’s petal-pink bottom lip.
“now take my cock out and don’t look away.”
what a fucking pervert. jimin doesn’t care to conceal his scowl as he unbuttons his pants, yanking them down just enough to tug his half-hard length out from his briefs. it’s thick and heavy in his hand, the mushroom tip turning a deep purple the longer he holds it.
“go ahead,” jeongguk coaxes, “kiss it for me.”
huffing through his nose, jimin does just that. tentatively, he bends forward and places an unenthusiastic, sloppy kiss on the head of his cock. he backs away, grimacing from the salty taste of precome.
“you can do better than that,” jeongguk scolds, fingers digging sharp and quick into the soft, doughy skin of his cheeks, “do i really need to tell you what else to do?”
just do it, just get it over with repeats in his mind as he grips jeongguk tighter, small fingers snugly wrapped around the pulsing, girthy base. jeongguk’s hands travel to the nape of his neck, curling themselves into his hair. there’s no going back from here.
applying additional wet, open-mouthed kisses to the head, jimin works his way down. he runs his tongue along both sides with languid strokes, licking lazily at the frenulum. Swipes and dips lazily into the slit each time he moves back up.
suddenly, jeongguk’s fingers tug sharply at his hair. his voice is cold as he spits, “what did i say about looking at me?”
fuck, that hurt. jimin squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, trying not to curse from the radiating sting on his scalp.
when jimin blinks them open again, jeongguk seems massive. he’s looming over him with a menacing scowl, even though his thin lips are parted to release soft, labored breaths.
jeongguk squints at him, almost like he’s challenging jimin to refuse. he’s come this far already, though. jimin doesn’t want to know what jeongguk would do if he were to stop and he’s not sure if he’d like to find out. it’s not like jeongguk would allow him to stop, most likely, even if he wanted to. so jimin suckles the head once again, his fattening lips stretched around the tip, keeping his hand positioned at the base.
“you can take more than that,” jeongguk sneers, face twisting with irritation.
jimin has to fight the urge just to bite his dick; leaving him bleeding and writhing in pain as jimin escapes. but he can’t, he’s too afraid of the consequences. so he opens his mouth wider, tongue out as he lets jeongguk’s cock engulf his mouth until his length sinks mid-way.
precome burns, bitter, as it slides down his throat, inciting fresh tears to swim along his lash line. he breathes through his nose, weakly hollowing his cheeks around what fits inside.
their gazes meet again as jimin keeps his tongue flat and bobs up and down in a steadier rhythm. this time jeongguk’s are glazed over with gut-turning lust, biting his lip at how small and fragile jimin appears beneath him. he considers it quite entertaining how hard jimin’s trying to maintain a steady pace and resist the urge to gag when his cock jabs the back of his throat.
his mouth is hot, and velvety, tongue deliciously soft. his current technique, though, isn’t going to cut it.
“open wider, and keep still,” jeongguk demands, “gonna fuck your mouth.”
jimin’s eyes widen comically but his jaw relaxes further.
strong palms move, possessive and dominating, on the sides of his neck, tipping his head up and thus elongating his throat. jeongguk drags out slowly, tattooed fingers anchoring in jimin’s fluffy strands. he waits until just the head remains heavy and flushed on the tip of his tongue. it feels mocking, daring, enjoying jimin’s anticipating, quivering breaths. but then, he’s fucking back in with a rough jerk of his hips, burying his cock in one swift jab. jimin’s achy throat spasms around the sudden intrusion, his choking, lewd and violent, echoing throughout the empty bathroom.
jeongguk does it again, cock dragging languid and gentle along the flat of his tongue before pivoting forward, rough and careless again. each thrust, jimin attempts to jerk away; a natural reaction when someone is abusing your throat, but it spurs jeongguk to strengthen his hold, thrusts quickening and reveling in jimin’s unsuccessful attempts to swallow around him.
it’s torturous.
as jimin vacillates between tensing and jolting, it’s increasingly more difficult for jeongguk to fuck his mouth correctly.
he decides he’s had enough of jimin’s timidity and deceitful innocent act.
“i shouldn’t have to tell you to breathe through your nose and relax your throat,” jeongguk scolds as his hips snap forward, shoving past his drool-slick, swollen lips.
“fucking useless bitch,”
one, two, three swift smacks land on his scrunched, grimacing face. his milky-soft cheek blooms blotchy red from the train of stinging impacts.
“do it right,” jeongguk roars.
jimin gurgles uselessly, trying to breathe as instructed but surviving this is appearing dimmer by the second. hot, stubborn tears escape to trail down his flustered cheeks. a ton-heavy, ugly sense of helplessness sinks to the pit of his gut. being vulnerable in front of someone out to destroy any last fragment of his self-esteem, forced to be at their mercy has jimin wondering what he could’ve done to deserve this .
“shit, take it deeper, yeah, like that,” jeongguk groans, head lolling back and feverishly licking his lips.
with his own nails digging into his thighs, jimin attempts to ground himself but his efforts are futile. jeongguk grows more reckless, and remorseless. even as he gags, wet and guttural, throat spasming and twitching, jeongguk is determined. fat, pulsing length shoves deeper and deeper until jimin’s button nose greets the dark, trimmed pubic hair at his groin. every forward, cruel drive and sloppy retreat of his hips, sticky, web-like strings of drool break and create in a never-ending rhythm.
his distressed whimpers drown in the presence of jeongguk’s overpowering pleasured, hoarse groans; the burn and ache of his throat and stretched jaw nearing unbearable levels.
jeongguk remains concentrated, gaze fixed on jimin’s messy, cherub face and mangled breaths. sweat-damp strands of hair cling to his forehead and temples; smirk growing at the sight of his limp cock resting between those supple, pillow thighs. sinful, candied-plump lips struggling to widen and adjust; runny snot leaking with every pathetic sniffle.
drunk on power, on control, jeongguk’s abdomen blazes with furnace-hot, dizzying lust. using jimin as a tool, a mere object for himself — putting jimin into his rightful place — injects dozens of doses of incomparable pleasure through his veins.
after another agonizingly long minute, he withdraws in one smooth motion, rapidly pumping his cock over jimin’s pretty, flush-ruined expression.
jimin coughs violently from the abrupt move — turning and heaving, chest shaking as his neglected lungs attempt to draw oxygen.
but he’s grabbed by the roots; parted, panting mouth positioned just beneath the fervent fist pumping jeongguk’s cock.
all at once, his muscles seize, grunting loud and guttural as his come spurts and paints jimin’s glowing red lips, chin, and tear-stained cheeks. spare, sticky droplets land to clump and mix within his soaked eyelashes, forcing jimin to squeeze his eyes shut to avoid the burn.
“fuck, jimin-ah,” jeongguk says breathlessly, thumb massaging his trembling, come-stained lips, “not so bad.”
jimin stays silent as he’s fed every last drop of come, fingers pressing mean as they rub his release onto his tongue, his gums, until just the palpable, icky residue remains. he grimaces, shuddering as he swallows the last drop.
“show me,” jeongguk orders with a hoarse tone, and his tongue lolls out to display his obedience.
“that’s a good boy, huh?” jeongguk grins, cheeky. jimin shoots a disdainful glare.
“come on, puppy,” he prods with faux endearment, snatching and squeezing jimin’s chin between his finger and thumb.
“say you’re a good boy, come on,” jeongguk coos, babbling like he’s actually speaking to a dog and jimin’s anger boils in his blood, nostrils flaring.
“no,” jimin refuses curtly.
jeongguk’s expression hardens, nails piercing his cheek so sharp a cry is forced from his chest. his head is shaken back and forth, disorienting and painful.
“say it,” jeongguk hisses through clenched teeth, “get on your hands and knees like the dog you are and do it.”
“ok-okay,” jimin sobs through a heaving exhale. “jus’ let go! p-please.”
thankfully, jeongguk releases his hold, but regretfully, jimin still has to comply.
slowly, he lowers to his hands and knees at jeongguk’s feet. even changing positions gradually, his muscles and knees scream in agony from being kept in one pose for such a long time. his weak legs tingle with static as blood begins to circulate once again, knobby knees aching and bruised.
jeongguk clears his throat and jimin’s gaze lifts to meet the other’s expectant, raised eyebrow.
“‘m a g-good,” he snivels with a weak, shrunken voice, “‘m a good boy.”
“speak the fuck up,” jeongguk barks.
“‘m a good b-boy!” jimin repeats through a whine; salty, bitter tears leak into his mouth, “‘m a — a good puppy!”
jeongguk seems pleased according to the wide, evil grin creeping over his face. strikingly, it’s probably the most genuine one jimin has ever seen coming from him. a full-body shiver snakes through his limbs.
“wag your tail too, puppy,” jeongguk adds, and jimin freezes with a hitch of breath.
“go on,” he encourages with sickening amusement, mouth curling devilishly, “stick your tongue out and wag your tail like the good boy you are, hm?”
jimin wants to scream. to sob, to punch, to kick.
instead, he does what jeongguk tells him to do as a tidal wave of self-disgust floods over him. he just needs this to be over.
with pathetic snivels and puffy, cry-swollen eyes, jimin lolls his tongue with shaky, panting exhales. his sorrow-stricken expression meets the one of jeongguk’s triumph. the last pieces of his dignity burn to ash.
milky-thick hips wiggle, fatty flesh swaying side to side as he garbles, drooling tongue remaining lolled, “‘m a goo’ boy.”
jeongguk stares at the debauched boy, oddly cool on the outside but boiling red-hot on the inside. like a good pet, jimin doesn’t stop wiggling his perky ass — he knows he doesn’t yet have permission. jeongguk craves to attack, to devour.
the next few seconds stretch unbearably long before jeongguk reaches down and hauls jimin from the floor.
jimin's head spins as he suddenly finds himself pinned to the cold, tiled wall while his hands are locked behind him, wrists caged at the slender dip of his back.
he squeaks and wriggles when his brain catches up with his surroundings, thrashing with whatever strength is left to break free. jeongguk crowds him closer as he tightens his grip. he’s immovable, as solid as a brick wall against his back. his half-hard cock, still hanging free from his briefs presses daring and threatening against his asscheek.
“what… the fuck,” jimin seethes through wheezing breaths, “do you think you’re doing?”
“i’ve changed my mind,” jeongguk whispers, warm breath ghosting over jimin’s ear.
“what?” jimin nearly screams, thrashing vehemently but jeongguk holds him still, crushing him between his firm chest and the wall.
“don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone,” jeongguk coos, biting his ear lobe. jimin huffs petulantly. his voice lowers to a whisper, adding, “if you let me fuck you.”
anger roars through him, jaw wound - teeth clenched and aching.
that wasn’t their deal. jeongguk can’t change the terms of their agreement like this! no, - he will not allow himself to become some plaything for jeongguk to use at his own expense. he refuses to be a pawn in whatever wicked game he’s trying to play.
“no,” jimin wriggles harder, spitting, “i sucked your dick. i em-embarrased myself. i did what you wanted — now leave me alone .”
as he jerks and twists fruitlessly, jeongguk’s low and aroused groan vibrates at the nape of his neck. the realization that his asscheeks have been incidentally grinding and bumping against his once again hardening erection has a wave of nausea churning in his gut.
“okay then,” jeongguk acquiesces casually, rolling forward with leisure grinds, “i guess i’ll start by telling your parents all about their son being a slutty little cocksucker.”
the mention of his parents crushes his struggle, defeat rushing through him.
he slumps, cheek squished to the wall. his parents would surely disown him over this. he’d like to call him on his bluff but with jeongguk, there are no empty threats. jimin has seen, experienced, and heard enough to confirm how gravely serious and creatively conniving jeongguk’s manipulation and torture can get. when he says he will do something, he follows through on it.
“if i…” jimin murmurs, chin dipping and he relaxes, “let you… you have to promise to leave me alone — for good … and that includes not telling anyone.”
a breathy snicker meets his ear, before jeongguk says, “i love how weak you are.”
before he can spit the fuck you prepared on his tongue, jimin is manhandled across the room. he struggles the whole journey. he needs to prove it to himself, to preserve the small sliver of pride left in him acknowledging that at least he attempted to resist - that maybe he didn’t completely give way to jeongguk.
he’s brought to the sinks, where he’s forced to confront the shriveled, weakened, and fragile image of himself. naked, ghostly pale, and a bit blurry around the edges with the absence of his glasses. briefly, jimin’s almost grateful jeongguk stole his glasses — this way, he doesn’t have to witness this ordeal in all its vivid, traumatizing imagery.
a large palm gathers and locks jimin’s skinny wrists behind his back again, jeongguk’s fattened length standing tall and weighing heavy as it comes to rest on the curve of his ass.
in the reflection, a glint of mischief passes over jeongguk’s features before two digits sneak between jimin’s asscheeks to pet over his dry, furled hole, coaxing his horrified, sharp inhale.
“i’m sure this slutty hole can take just about any dick,” jimin frowns, whining as jeongguk’s other hand remains locked around his wrists, just one palm able to span the circumference of both. “isn’t that right?”
he doesn't want to answer that question. it wouldn’t matter, even if he tried. jeongguk doesn’t care to hear the truth. jimin won’t spare his breath knowing his mind has been made up about him a long time ago.
to him, jimin is a whore.
“hm, seems tight,” jeongguk comments in surprise, circling his rim with the pad of his finger before dipping and pushing in knuckle-deep. it’s too dry - and although the stretch is minuscule, the discomfort sears up his spine.
jimin wants to fucking leave, after kicking jeongguk in his stupid fucking face and knocking his teeth loose and bloody.
but he can’t.
so, instead, jimin decides to do what he can.
he huffs defiantly, sending a deathly glare in the reflection; hoping that just this once, looks could actually kill someone.
life doesn’t work that way, unfortunately. the only response he receives is the same, annoying self-righteous expression. his fingers retreat from jimin’s hole, free hand lightly - almost kindly - caressing the doughty fat of his ass. if jimin didn’t know any better, he’d consider the touch was in the name of admiration.
the tiny seed of hope that sprouts when jeongguk abruptly releases his sore wrists is quickly, despairingly squashed. his back is shoved and chest bent over the counter, his spine curved downward and hips elevated.
“spread your ass for me.”
the snarky comment on the tip of his tongue withers remembering how well his resistance has panned out. so jimin complies; tremoring, shaking palms retreating behind him. jeongguk hums, appreciative of his willing obedience, scanning jimin’s frail form.
grabbing the soft flesh of his asscheeks, jimin begrudgingly parts them to reveal the tiny, waxed, pink hole.
he waits, bare toes wiggling anxiously.
“beg me to fuck you,” jeongguk orders coldly.
jimin drops his head with a sullen sigh.
“please,” he whispers unenthusiastically, “please fuck me.”
one of his own palms is ripped away, replaced by a stinging slap being delivered to his right asscheek. a violent jolt jerks his frame, a strangled whimper tumbling from his mouth. the spank is followed by jeongguk’s calloused palm kneading the skin, cruel as it exacerbates the dull, throbbing sting. another burning swat lands directly upon the exact spot, the globe of his asscheek bouncing from the force, glowing bright red with the mark of his handprint.
“i said beg me, faggot.”
jimin should have known better.
“jeongguk-hyung,” jimin whines with a higher tone, knees bowing inward as his thighs shake in pain, “p-please. please fuck me.”
jeongguk grins, maniacal and pleased.
“that’s more like it.”
the crude sound of spit launching hits his eardrums, followed by a glob of saliva hitting slick and wet. it dribbles in a thin stream down the fluttering pucker to his ballsac. jeongguk uses the blunt head of his cock to circle jimin’s rim, dragging and coating it with the poor excuse for lubrication.
it won’t be nearly enough if jeongguk plans to fuck him, he realizes. jimin needs jeongguk to, at the very least, go easy at first.
“wait. wait a second - j-jeongguk,” jimin says through a panic, thrashing as the tip prods with purpose, “i — please. ah, pl-please be gentle.”
“it’s a little too late for that,” jeongguk mutters, forehead raising as his head tilts, “don't you think?”
but jimin should’ve expected this, he reasons. completely disregarding his comfort, to take him raw and un-prepped — jimin should have seen that coming from a mile away. sadly, though, it’s the dumb, naive portion of his brain that hoped — that would have preferred to believe that jeongguk wasn’t this much of a genuinely shitty human being.
searing pressure invades his entrance, eager, swollen tip breaching and ripping him open. the saliva used has now dried, the drag of his girth along his dry, spasming walls tearing his insides, inch by heartless inch.
“no, no, no,” jimin chants with pinched eyebrows.
the pain blindsides him, the intrusion setting his nerves alight. the unconscious clamping of his walls trying to force jeongguk out is unceasable. blushed fingertips grasp the edge of the sink counter, short nails scratching for purchase but it does nothing to help.
“you’re going to take my cock whether you like it or not,” jeongguk exhales, voice bone-chilling. “unless you’d want me to tell everyone everything. ”
at this moment, jimin considers he’s never felt so pathetic in his life; so useless, so worthless, as he does with his monstrous length burying to the hilt with too little spit to ease the scorching discomfort. the aching, full pressure burrows deep; molding and warping his insides to its pulsing shape.
“huh, i was right,” jeongguk laughs heartlessly, “tight as a glove.”
jimin groans, guttural and weak, too lightheaded to keep himself up. the strength in his arms gives out, collapsing ungracefully. his forehead collides on the sink with a dull thud. from that point, jimin decidedly gives up — and prays that he doesn’t remember this tomorrow.
a growl rumbles from jeongguk’s chest as he pulls out - steady and slow for jimin to feel every agonizing centimeter - to snap forward with a punishing shove.
wicked, tattooed hands clutch the full expanse of his trim waist, fingernails piercing the delicate skin with crescent-shaped marks that fade into ugly, burning-red wakes as jeongguk jerks his easily swayable body forward with a train of brute thrusts.
jeongguk is transfixed, sickeningly fascinated with the obscene sight of his cock impaling his swelling, furious-red hole. he drives forward, helplessly spurred by the vulgar, vivid squeezing around his length.
he builds to a brutal, deadly pace; reveling in the blistering heat swallowing and clinging to his cock. mesmerized by the perky fat rippling and bouncing off of his sculpted groin; ogling the large, fervent palm print branding his asscheek.
jimin clings to the counter; wild, strangled moans punched from his lungs with each swift, pounding stroke. drool gathers on his tongue, seeping from his half-open mouth to create a river of saliva down his chin.
“would you look at that?” jeongguk’s voice muses - breathy as it reaches jimin’s ears. reaching around jimin’s torso, he flicks the leaking head of his cocklet with, “you love this, huh? what a fucking sissy.”
jimin moans, weak and pained; shuddering, face twisting as another ruthless flick meets the head. flushed cocklet abused with a series of eye-stinging pinches and pitiless, rapid slaps to his hypersensitive ballsac; uninhibited, broken wails wrenched and thrust from his sore, raw throat.
“st-stop,” jimin begs, pathetic and whiny.
jeongguk isn’t deterred, of course - he dives in for another pinching twist to jimin’s throbbing cockhead, thumbnail slicing over the weeping slit. he yelps sharply, lurching away to escape the gnawing pain pulsing through his abdomen. he’s dragged right back, jeongguk’s length never slipping out. instead, he forces deeper; plump, full asscheeks flush to jeongguk’s pelvis.
jeongguk stops targeting his cocklet, but it’s no relief. jostling jimin’s petite frame carelessly, his vicious, bruising palms move to grip and steer him back and forth.
“does it feel good,” jeongguk asks, dragging a finger where his cock sheaths over and over, rubbing at his irritated, flushed rim, “taking this big cock in this tiny little hole?”
every plunging thrust, his length is engulfed in fluttering, silky-hot heat. jimin’s head sways limply with the snapping roll of his hips.
“tell me!” jeongguk sneers, cock grinding sharper. “tell me how good it feels.”
“it - f-feels, ah,” jimin slurs, the angle throwing him off balance.
jeongguk fucks in with such strength, he’s forced on his tip toes from the concerning depth he’s reaching. he swears jeongguk’s reaching his intestines, tummy distending and bulging from his cockhead drumming beneath the skin so fast it nearly mimics the pace of his racing, thundering heartbeat.
a damning, blistering smack to his bruised asscheek draws a shattered scream - a not-so-kind reminder that he hasn’t answered jeongguk.
“‘s - ah, fe-feels,” he chokes on a throaty sob, hot tears streaming free, "good!”
his palms raise, curling around jimin’s windpipe, splayed fingers squeezing unforgivingly tight. the column of his neck extends further, blurry vision directed toward the blank ceiling.
grunts of pleasure mix and mangle with jimin’s stuttered, strangled gasps as he uses his ass like a literal fleshlight.
a sharp, hasty tug to his roots yanks his head further and jimin’s sure he has whiplash. his back bows; muscles straining and scalp stinging.
“what a fucking whore, ” jeongguk spits into his ear.
the extreme curve of his spine provides jeongguk a much better view of his arched, full ass splitting open over and over on his cock. the angle changes devastatingly, pain fizzling into sparkling, mind-numbing pleasure as his prostate is massaged. plump, cherry-colored lips hang slack; short, labored breaths escalate to rushed, choked wails.
jimin fucking hates it, every fucking second - he can’t understand why his blood gathers quicker, pumps lava-hot at his groin. his cocklet bobs wildly against his constricting tummy, a violent shade of purple as the embers of an approaching orgasm ignite.
jeongguk picks up the pace, hips snapping and working relentlessly; continuing to nail his prostate. it’s coincidental, unintentional, and unwanted pleasure given as jeongguk chases his own release but the pleasure sparks brighter the longer jimin’s forced to take the merciless stimulation.
he doesn’t realize he’s coming untouched until the sticky spurts of his release shoot from his twitching cock and the warm stream trickles down his achy length.
jeongguk doesn’t allow a moment for jimin to recover and level his frantic breaths. instead, he roughly hikes one of his jimin’s quivering thighs on the counter, spreading his cheeks wide open.
the sudden onslaught of jeongguk’s jackhammering rhythm and teeth clamping over his shoulder in a bloody bite is like an adrenaline shot to his heart.
jimin attempts to thrash again, but the hands planted around his waist cling tighter. each thrust, jeongguk drags him back to meet him, fiercer, stronger. the vulgar slapping of his pelvis greeting his pink-tinged asscheeks grows boisterous.
jeongguk’s pace turns unmanageably erratic, frantic; feral grunts and growls bellow in jimin’s eardrums. sweat drips from the curled, damp strands of his hair and temples, falling onto jimin’s shoulders and rolling down his back.
when jeongguk comes, it’s violent — cock shoving inside at once, twitching and throbbing within jimin’s clenching hole; burying his moan, gruff and husky, at the base of jimin’s clammy, shuddering neck.
strangely, jeongguk’s bulky arms snake around his torso, dragging him into a hug-like embrace as his release erupts and floods his insides sticky-hot and white; filling his loose hole to the brim, sporadic tremors ebbing away as quick as they came.
the slimy and uncomfortable retreat of his length causes jimin to grimace, hypersensitive rim snagged by the head of his cock; highlighting the poignant sting of his puffy, gaping hole.
jeongguk zips and buttons his pants silently as jimin sags, falling to the floor. seed oozes from his wrecked hole, vision spinning as if he’d just knocked back six beers. he tries to regain his breathing, but he can’t find his glasses and with any minuscule movement, paralyzing pain flares up his backside.
heavy footsteps begin to retreat toward the door.
jeongguk is leaving.
jimin doesn’t know what he expected. it wouldn’t be like jeongguk to care about the naked, disgraced boy crumpled on the floor in his own tears and come.
“w-wait,” jimin calls weakly, “remember — remember our deal.”
the footsteps stop. something is thrown, the object’s loud clatter landing about a foot away from him. jimin glances over to see his distorted view of his shattered lenses, cracks webbing throughout the glass.
jeongguk unlocks the door, sending him a sarcastic kiss.
“i never said i agreed to it.”
he vanishes, leaving jimin trembling and heaving alone on the icy cold floor.