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Jimin furrowed his brows at the sound of knocks, glancing to the bathroom door warily.
"Just a minute!" He said, and when the knocking continued, followed it with, "This bathroom's occupied!"
"Jimin."
Jimin jolted at his name, instantly recognising the voice. Quickly, he tucked himself back intro his pants and went to the door, even forgetting to wash his hands.
As he turned the lock and pushed the door open, his uncle Namjoon stood there with a smirk on his lips.
"Uncle, what are you doing here?"
Namjoon stepped inside the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He towered over Jimin with his broad shoulders and strong build. Jimin couldn't help but feel small and vulnerable under his uncle's gaze.
"I came to check on you, of course. You disappeared for quite a while, bubba. I was starting to worry." His deep voice was laced with amusement, the same amusement that was dancing in his dark brown eyes. "But it seems like I arrived at a rather inopportune moment."
"I'm fine," Jimin said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I just... needed a break."
Namjoon took a step closer to Jimin, his eyes never leaving his nephew's face. "Mm, funny that, I needed a break too."
Jimin felt his heart hammering in his chest as Namjoon leaned closer, enveloping Jimin. The size difference between them was immense, and Jimin couldn't help but feel small and breakable under his uncle's strong hands. Namjoon seemed to revel in it.
"U-Uncle, we can't do this here," Jimin whispered.
Namjoon chuckled softly, his breath hot on Jimin's cheek. "Who's going to know? Everyone's too busy stuffing themselves with food and drinks. We'll be back to the party before anyone even notices."
Jimin shook his head, "We can't. They might h-hear us."
Namjoon's smirk widened, and he reached out to brush his fingers over Jimin's cheek. "Then we'll have to be quiet, won't we?"
Jimin shuddered at the touch, his resolve crumbling under his uncle's gaze, and nodded.
"Always so obedient." He praised, brushing his thumb over Jimin's lips. "Now, unless your dad keeps lube in this bathroom, you're going to have to get me wet with your mouth."
"Y-yes, Uncle," Jimin replied, his voice trembling and eyes cast down. He felt the heavy weight of his uncle's hand on his cheek, angling his face up.
"Bubs, you know what I like you to call me."
Jimin bit his lip and nodded. "Sorry, daddy."
"Good boy." Namjoon said, then pushed Jimin to his knees. He was already hard in his pants, bulging against the fabric.
He licked his lips nervously, knowing what he had to do. He reached out tentatively and grabbed hold of the zipper on Namjoon's pants, tugging it down slowly to reveal Namjoon's chubbing cock.
Swallowing thickly, Jimin leaned in and ran his tongue along the sensitive underside, until he reached the tip, where he took the head of his uncle's dick into his mouth, closing his eyes as he began to suck gently. Namjoon let out a groan and grasped his hair tightly, guiding him down.
Namjoon grunted, unable to take his eyes away from his nephew bobbing on his cock, mouth stretching obscenely around his girth. The wet sounds as Jimin slurped and sucked resonated in the small bathroom, trying his best not to gag too loudly as Namjoon started to move his hips.
"You get really good at this, bubba. No wonder I keep coming back for more."
It was always a struggle to deepthroat him, but he was much better than he had been the first time, where he could only manage half. But after all the times he had given him head away from watchful eyes under — when Namjoon was babysitting him, or even when he was just visiting.
But even with all the practice, Jimin's little mouth could only take so much.
"Daddy," Jimin whined, small hands pushing on Namjoon's thighs. "I can't breat—"
One hand shot up and took a fistful of his hair, forcing him back down. Jimin gagged as the fat tip hit the back of his throat. "Breath through your nose, baby boy, I know you can do it."
Overwhelmed by the sensation, Jimin whimpered, eyes tightly shut as he nodded as best he could. Namjoon's other hand moved to cup Jimin's chin, holding it securely as he moved his hips, thrusting gently into his nephew's mouth. He watched as Jimin's eyes watered and his cheeks hollowed out, trying to accommodate the size of him. The sight was intoxicating.
Finally, for a moment Namjoon pulled Jimin back with a soft grunt, his cock glistening with saliva, leaving him panting and staring up at his uncle with red rimmed eyes.
"Fuck, Merry Christmas to me." Namjoon laughs, slapping his wet cock against Jimin's cheek. "Got the prettiest boy around."
Jimin's eyes fluttered shut at the contact and a tiny whimper escaped his lips. He swallowed hard and looked back up at his uncle, lashes wet and glimmering, and opened his mouth obediently as his uncle slipped him back inside.
"Should send a video of this to the family group chat, huh? Show them the Christmas present you got me." Namjoon laughed. Jimin whimpered at the thought, though he knew it was an empty threat, of course - Namjoon would never actually do something so reckless as to risk their secret relationship being exposed. But the mere mention of it was enough to send chills down his spine. He was already breaking so many rules, he couldn't bear to think of the consequences if they were found out.
Namjoon continued to tease him. "Or maybe we should just invite them in, let them see their precious baby Jimin all grown up."
Jimin tensed up, his eyes widening. He knew it was just a cruel joke Namjoon enjoyed making, but it never failed to instill fear in him. He was already on the verge of tears, his throat raw and cheeks flushed.
"No," he pleaded around the mouthful, voice barely audible. His heart pounded in his chest as he continued to service his uncle.
"I'm just kidding, Bubs," Namjoon replied with a smirk, his fingers carding through Jimin's hair almost affectionately. "You know I'd never share you with anyone else."
Jimin could only respond with a soft whine, his mouth too occupied to form words. Namjoon smirked at the sound, pushing Jimin's head down until his nose was pressed against his pubic hair.
Namjoon took in the sight before him, his heart pounding with desire and something darker. His long fingers tightened on Jimin's scalp as he watched his nephew choke and gag on his size, pearly tears sliding down his flushed cheeks.
"Thatta boy," he growled out, gaining some form of twisted pleasure from seeing Jimin struggle. He relished in the display of control, the power that came with taking Jimin's innocence. His eyes traced over the tear-streaked face, the trembling lips stretched wide around his cock. It was all so delectably sinful.
Namjoon gave a harsher thrust, causing Jimin's entire body to jolt as he choked around him. The muffled cry was music to Namjoon's ears, bringing out an animalistic side within him. He leaned back against the cold bathroom wall, his fingers curling tighter into the soft strands of Jimin's hair. Drool spilled from the corners of Jimin's lips, dribbling down his chin and onto his chest as Namjoon's balls slapped against his chin. All while Jimin's small hands clutching at his thighs, the softness contrasting starkly with the rough treatment.
Jimin whimpered in response, his lidded eyes pleading for mercy. He was struggling to keep up with his uncle's rhythm but didn't dare ask him to slow down. He didn't want to disappoint Namjoon; he had to be good for his favorite uncle.
Though perhaps seeing the tears spilling from Jimin's eyes awakened a shred of compassion in Namjoon, for he suddenly slowed his relentless pace. He pulled Jimin back by the hair, sliding his slick cock out of Jimin's swollen lips and allowing him to gasp for air. The sight of Jimin, coughing and panting with spit and tears smeared across his face, did nothing to dampen his arousal.
Instead, Namjoon reveled in it. His gaze was predatory as he watched Jimin's chest heave with exertion, every ragged breath only inflaming his desire further. He ran a calloused thumb over Jimin's reddened, swollen lips, tainted with a mixture of saliva and pre-cum, tugging out a soft whimper from his nephew.
"Look at you," Namjoon murmured, his thumb tracing Jimin's bruised lower lip. ""You're doing so well for me."
Jimin only nodded, his chest heaving as he took in deep draughts of much-needed air.
Namjoon's hand strayed from Jimin's abused lips to his flushed cheeks, his thumb ghosting over the wet tracks left by tears. "Are you ready for more, Bubs?" He asked, his voice a low purr that sent chills down Jimin’s spine. There was no room for refusal; it was a question
Jimin swallowed, his throat still sore from the rough intrusion. He gave a meek nod of affirmation, his doe-like eyes shimmering with a mixture of fear and anticipation. What else could he do? He was in so deep already; there was no turning back.
"That's my boy."
Namjoon's gentle touch turned firm, pulling Jimin up and turning him to bend over the sink. The mirror in front showed a reflection that made him swallow hard - his own tear-streaked face, and behind him, his uncle. Then, for a fleeting moment, Jimin glanced at the doors reflection in the mirror. Just outside, his family, cousins and even Namjoon's wife were completely unaware that what they were doing.
The irony wasn't lost on Namjoon - on this day of family unity and joyful celebration, here he was defiling the innocence of his own flesh and blood. It was darkly thrilling.
"D-Daddy, what if someone tries to come to this bathroom?"
"Then we'll give them a show."
Namjoon placed one hand on the small of Jimin's back, pushing him further into the bend over the sink. The other fumbled with Jimin's jeans, unbuttoning and yanking them Jimin's knees. The boy's underwear followed suit, baring his bottom to his uncle's lustful gaze.
Namjoon took a moment to appreciate the sight before him. Jimin's petite frame and smooth skin gleamed beneath the harsh bathroom lights, his tight hole winking invitingly. The sight of it made Namjoon's cock throb with want, his dark eyes filled with an insatiable hunger. He tenderly ran a hand over Jimin's bare bottom, tracing the soft curves before delivering a sharp smack, relishing in the startled yelp that escaped from Jimin's lips.
"Daddy!" Jimin jumped, a yelp escaping past his lips and echoing off the tiled walls. He quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, looking at his reflection with wide eyes full of panic. But Namjoon, undeterred by this reaction, simply let out a low chuckle and stroked his thumb over the rapidly reddening handprint on Jimin's bottom.
"Shh, Bubs. You wouldn't want anyone to hear us, would you?"
Jimin shook his head rapidly, biting down on his lower lip as if to hold back any further noise. The fear of being discovered was palpable in his wide eyes which now locked onto their reflection in the mirror. It was a dangerous game they were playing; one wrong sound, one suspiciously long absence and it would all come crashing down.
"Good," Namjoon responded, his voice low and filled with an anticipatory thrill. He took hold of Jimin's hips, his large hands easily engulfing the narrow width, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath. The contrast between Jimin’s soft youthfulness and Namjoon's roughened, mature touch was stark. It was a sight that never failed to ignite Namjoon's darkest desires, making his heart pound with feral lust.
"Remember to breathe, Bubs," Namjoon murmured, as he aligned himself with Jimin, the tip of his arousal nudging against his nephew's entrance. The younger man shivered at the contact, a whimper slipping past his lips.
Namjoon pushed in slowly, the dampness from Jimin's earlier ministrations easing the way. Still, it felt tight – too tight – and Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, his hands clenched over the edge of the sink as he felt himself stretch painfully around Namjoon's girth.
"That's it, Bubs," Namjoon whispered, placing calming kisses on his shoulder blade. His praise was mixed with the muffled sounds of Christmas carols seeping through the door from the party outside.
"D-Daddy," he whimpered, his voice echoing faintly in the small, enclosed space
"What is it, Bubs?" Namjoon asked, his voice soft but laced with amusement. He enjoyed the way Jimin squirmed beneath him, how his eyes screwed shut in discomfort as he tried to adjust to Namjoon's size.
"I-I..." The words were stuck in Jimin's throat, his mind a whirl of sensations that left him gasping for breath. He was so full – so incredibly full. "It hurts."
"I know, Bubs," Namjoon murmured soothingly in response, his grip on Jimin's hips tightening ever so slightly. There was a sick thrill in knowing he had reduced Jimin to such a state, that he was the sole reason for those breathy whimpers and desperate gasps. "But you always take it, don't you?"
Jimin could only nod in response, trying to keep as quiet as he could as his uncle's cock stretched his hole open.
"There we go, almost there," Namjoon cooed, pushing himself deeper with every word, sinking deeper inside Jimin's warmth, inch by agonizing inch, and he was unsurprisingly met with resistance at the tight ring of muscle. The older man groaned appreciatively as Jimin's body clamped around him, spurring him on to push the rest of his length inside his nephew's hot body.
"Ah! Daddy!" Jimin yelped out again, unable to help himself as Namjoon bottomed out. His insides throbbed and pulsed in time with his heart, and he felt like he was going to split in two.
"Shut up, Jimin," Namjoon hissed through gritted teeth, a dark warning in his voice. "Do you want them to hear?"
He gestured vaguely towards the door, where muffled laughter and the clinking of dishes could be heard. His voice had lost the teasing lilt previously present, replaced now with a stern command that took Jimin by surprise as he shook his head furiously. His heart hammered violently in his chest, the fear of discovery now an imminent threat looming over their heads.
"No," he whimpered.
"Then be quiet, Bubs." Namjoon ordered, his voice firm yet low enough not to carry beyond the bathroom's walls. His fingers dug into Jimin's lean hips, steadying him as he began to move, each rocking motion dragging a muffled whimper from Jimin.
Namjoon's hips moved in shallow, almost experimental circles at first before he sped up, deep thrusts pushing Jimin further up the sink and leaving his legs kicking in the air.
But Jimin couldn't help the noises he made, he tried so hard to stay quiet for his uncle, but with Namjoon's cock practically splitting him open, it was a futile effort.
"Nnh!" Jimin yelps at a particularly hard thrust. "Daddy, it hurts!"
"I thought I told you to fucking be quiet?" Namjoon hissed between gritted teeth, pausing mid-thrust. His fingers were tight around Jimin’s chin, holding him steady while his other hand reached out to pull the hand towel off the hook. "You think I'm playing games here, Bubs?"
"No...no, Daddy."
“Open up,” Namjoon ordered with a stern voice, and even though Jimin was trembling, he complied without a word. Namjoon shoved the towel into his mouth, effectively gagging any further protests or moans that might escape Jimin's lips.
He could only whimper into the fabric as Namjoon resumed his relentless pace, driving into him with renewed vigor, each thrust harder and faster than the last.
The intrusion of the hand towel was a different discomfort. It filled his mouth completely, keeping him from articulating any coherent words. The only sounds that escaped his throat now were muffled moans and sobs.
Namjoon grunted, pulling Jimin onto his thrusts, their bodies meeting in a carnal rhythm that continued despite the festive merriment happening just outside the bathroom door. But within these confined walls, there was nothing but their harsh breathing, the echoing clap of their connected bodies, and the muffled pleas from Jimin.
"Poor Bubs," Namjoon taunted, his voice dropping into a low growl as he accentuated his next thrust with a sharp snap of his hips. "Can't get enough of Daddy's dick, hm?"
Jimin's response was garbled and incoherent, muffled by the towel that had been unceremoniously jammed inside his mouth.
"You sure you don't want anyone to know what you're up to? You were being awfully loud. Maybe you wanted your real dad to hear you, hm?" Namjoon's words were laced with bitter amusement as he watched Jimin's eyes widen in silent horror. He chuckled darkly, the sound echoing ominously within the bathroom walls. "Maybe I should let him catch us red-handed. I wonder how'd he react to his brother fucking his little baby boy."
Jimin's mind spun as the image of his father opening the door and finding him in such a compromising position flashed before his eyes. The fear was tangible, enough to make him squirm desperately against Namjoon, who only chuckled darkly at his nephew's distress.
"Do you think he'd want a piece? Maybe I should invite him to join us next time."
"No!" Jimin tried to say, but the word was utterly distorted, warped beyond recognition by the towel gag.
"That doesn't sound so convincing, Bubs." Namjoon pressed on, driving in and out of him relentlessly, almost vengefully now. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? To be used by both of us, your own dad and your uncle? A spit roast for the Christmas dinner."
Jimin shook his head adamantly, tears leaking out of his eyes. The thought of his dad finding out, let alone participating, was enough to send him reeling. Namjoon's thrusts became merciless, stealing the oxygen from Jimin’s lungs and the thoughts from his head.
Just when he thought it couldn't get worse, Namjoon's thrusts became even more unrelenting, the monstrous rhythm brutal and punishing in its intensity. Each stroke was fiercely possessive, as if he was staking a claim on Jimin, marking him as his own even as he taunted him about the prospect of his father's involvement.
Jimin could do nothing but endure his uncle's pounding, squeezing his eyes shut as Namjoon pulled Jimin back by the hair, forcing the boy to arch his back against him. The position left Jimin completely vulnerable and at Namjoon's mercy, offering him an even deeper penetration. Once again, the difference in their sizes was accentuated - Namjoon being so much larger and commanding compared to the smaller figure he held captive underneath him.
Namjoon's breaths became increasingly ragged, indicating that he was close to climaxing. "Fuck, can't stop thinking about you walking out there, opening presents with my cum leaking out your ass. You'd like that too, wouldn't you? Daddy filling you up while you play the innocent little boy outside."
Jimin whimpered in response, drowned out by the towel that did nothing but amplify the wet sounds emanating from his mouth - his futile attempts at communicating his distress.
"You'll be squirming around, trying to keep the secret, won't you? All eyes on you and none of them any the wiser." Namjoon's voice had dropped into a guttural whisper, painting illicit images that sent waves of shame surging through Jimin. He could practically see it, his family's faces as they smiled unsuspecting at him while the uncomfortable sensation of Namjoon's spend trickled down his thighs. The mere thought forced a choked gasp past the sodden towel.
A cruel chuckle reverberated through the small room as Namjoon's pace escalated drastically, his movements becoming erratic and heated. Each thrust rocked Jimin forward, against the cold porcelain of the sink, the hard chill
His head lolled to the side as his breath hitched, the world starting to spin as he felt Namjoon's deep deep in his stomach. Namjoon's grip on his hair tightened, pulling a muffled whimper from the young man beneath him. "That's it, Bubs," He hissed, voice gravelly with exertion. "Take it all. This is our little secret."
Suddenly, Namjoon stiffened, releasing a guttural groan as he buried himself to the hilt inside the younger man. Jimin felt every inch of him, every twitch and throb as Namjoon spilt inside him.
A sense of perverse satisfaction washed over Namjoon as he emptied himself, his hands clenching in the fabric of Jimin's shirt. Then, just as abruptly as the onslaught had begun, it was over, his girth escaping Jimin with a wet pop that echoed around the small room. Jimin whimpered at the sudden emptiness, his body trembling in its aftermath as Namjoon's cum trickled down his thighs.
For a moment, they both remained still - Namjoon panting heavily behind him while Jimin gasped for breath against the cold porcelain. The silence was deafening, filled only with the echoes of their labored breaths and the distant sounds of laughter from the family gathering outside.
Namjoon, satisfied for the moment, gave Jimin's hip one last possessive squeeze before releasing him. Jimin would have collapsed onto the floor if not for the sink holding him up. His body was wracked with tremors, his heart beating erratically against his chest, each pulse seeming to echo throughout his violated frame.
"You did well, Bubs," Namjoon said after a moment, his voice returned to its usual calm and collected tone. He gave Jimin's rear a smug pat before turning to leave.