"Jungkook-ah!!" Jimin cried as Jungkook's throbbing cock plunged deeper into his tight hole.
Jungkook didn't even seem to care about the fact that his boyfriend was overwhelmed and overstimulated after 3 orgasms were ripped from his twitching, pink cock. All that Jungkook cared about at this point was pleasing himself, and feeling that tight little body shake beneath him with each thrust.
Jungkook hooked his hands under Jimin's knees and pulled them up to rest on his shoulders, briefly pausing his hips to move Jimin around like a doll, a puppet. Jimin only whined, letting himself be manhandled. He didn't have the strength to stop him even if he wanted to.
But Jungkook's thrusts quickly started once again, forcing whimpers out of Jimin's raw throat. When they first started, Jungkook's hips had moved quickly and rough, making Jimin scream and barely giving him a chance to breathe. Now, nearly half an hour later, Jungkook's thrusts were slower. Not slow, mind you, he was still fucking him like a jackhammer, but was forceful about his thrusts, reaching the deepest parts of Jimin, and he would leave just enough time for Jimin to gasp loudly before his dick was in his stomach again.
Jimin thought he was going mad. The pleasure of his fourth orgasm of the night quickly approaching made his head spin, the feeling so good it was way beyond painful, and he made this known. "Jungk-kook-ah... oh!"
Jungkook raised his eyes to meet Jimin's crying ones and shoved himself balls deep and paused to listen to his boyfriend.
Jimin cried even harder at how deep Jungkook was in this position, hitting every spot that made him see stars. "Ju-Jungkook-ah- I can't, I c-can't cum again... p-please I caaaaan't," Jimin was squirming around with the cock deep inside him. He was using his hands to claw at Jungkook's shoulders, but when Jungkook tried to pull away, Jimin only pulled him closer. "Jung-gkook pleaaase, ngh! I c-can't it-it's too much, I can't I can't I ca-aaan't..."
Jungkook cursed and leaned as far back as he could, taking a moment to observe his boyfriend's fucked out body. One thing that Jungkook adored about having sex with Jimin was watching how worked up he would get. On stage or camera, Jimin was a princess. Mostly graceful, near-always kind, he never got too excited or too upset about anything. He would, for the most part, keep his composure, and he was exceptional at it.
Outside of the public eye, Jimin was a tease. He would purposefully wear tiny shorts and strut around the dorms, bending over to show his fat ass, and would touch on Jungkook like he just couldn't help himself. He would make bedroom eyes at Jungkook so openly, crawl into his lap and kiss his neck with the other members in the same room. Even when Jimin wasn't horny, which wasn't often, he would still tease Jungkook relentlessly. He would act like such a slut in front of everyone, the other members probably thought that Jimin would ride Jungkook until Jungkook begged for mercy.
But no, in bed, Jimin could barely take dick. He would cry and scream, beg for more, and promptly beg for less. He would tear up Jungkook's back with his nails. He was so sensitive and cute, cumming when sucking Jungkook's cock, cumming with Jungkook's tongue in his little hole, cumming when Jungkook would first push himself into Jimin's ass. His whimpers and whines were so cute and pathetic, his cock so tiny. His legs would tremble and he would gasp and blush like he was a virgin. Jungkook loved it, he couldn't get enough of it.
Now, Jimin was begging Jungkook to have mercy on him, to not make him cum another time. But Jungkook always got his way. "One more time, baby," He leaned down and whispered in his lovers ear. "Give me one more." Jimin didn't say anything, just sobbed out a whimper and squirmed a little more. Jungkook just let a sadistic smile spread on his face and he pulled his hips back only to snap them forward as hard as he could, relishing in the way that Jimin screamed, throat raw and body flushed. Jimin arched up into Jungkook's strong chest and his tiny hands scrambled around for purchase on his lover's shoulders. Jungkook took a moment to pause and observe again, watch his flushed and sweaty chest heave with his breath, watch the drool dribble down Jimin's chin. He looked at Jimin's eyes rolled back in his head, looked at his bruised hips, his shaking thighs. Jungkook briefly ran his fingers over the big NEVERMIND tattoo on Jimin's rib cage before leaning in to brush his lips against it. Jimin made him weak, and he wanted him to know how much he worshipped him. Jimin made a helpless, drawn out "oooh" sound and let his head flop uselessly to the side. Jungkook could see Jimin's stomach muscles clenching and releasing with anticipation of his next thrust, and he let a wicked smile pull his lips. He quickly yanked his hips back, relishing in the older's gasp, and shoved himself in as far as his hips would allow. Jungkook groaned at the clenching tightness of his asshole and plowed in a couple more times before leaning down to Jimin's bright red ear. "What do you call me, baby?"
Jimin whined before letting out a breathy "h-hyung..." Jungkook smiled. He absolutely loved when his boyfriend called him hyung, for a multitude of reasons. It made him feel even bigger than Jimin, made him feel stronger than him. He was so used to calling others "hyung" and hearing himself being called "oppa" that the word in reference to himself made his dick twitch. Besides that, Jimin's face would always burn in embarrassment when he called his dongsaeng the honorific, all the reason more to love it.
"Sorry, what was that baby boy? You have to speak up."
"H-Hyung!" Jimin could hardly see past the tears welling in his eyes, but he didn't have to, because immediately after Jimin spoke the thrusting began again. The older shouted and arched his back, began to try to squirm away from the relentless thrusts, but his wrists were held firmly in place. He cried, forced to lie there and take it like a good boy. "Hyung! Jungk-kook Hyung! Ah ah ah!!!" He felt the coil in his stomach tighten at Jungkook's loud groan that filled the space between them. "Hyung hyung hyung!" Before Jimin knew it, he was losing consciousness, the knot in his stomach bursting, cock twitching with a dry orgasm. Jimin let out a few more helpless sobs before his head lulled to the side and his eyes closed.
It took Jungkook about 10 seconds to realize that his boyfriend had passed out. He laughed and pulled out, straddling Jimin's chest and stroking his fat cock right over the older's sleeping face. Jungkook rubbed his thumb over his slippery cockhead, moaning as he remembered Jimin calling him Hyung. His wrist moved quicker and quicker, until he was shouting and cum was painting Jimin's pretty, pillowy lips, his wet, swollen eyelids, his chubby red cheeks. Jungkook got off of Jimin, rolled out of bed to go get a wet towel to clean them up. When he came back, his cock gave a weak twitch at the sleeping, fucked out, cum-covered Jimin, but he ignored it and got to work. As he wiped his face and chest clean, he thought about what ARMY would say if they knew how much of a slut their precious Jimin was.