Pinned Open

by miki13

Summary:

Jungkook never meant to get caught with his hand down his pants, especially not by Park Jimin, the one person who could smile sweetly while tearing him apart inch by inch. One rough night against a wall away from the crowd, turned into bruises, filthy words, and a revelation Jungkook wasn’t ready for: Jimin has a husband, and the said husband knew, and maybe… wants a taste too.

Park Jimin was dangerous, and Jungkook knew it from the start. Getting tangled with him was asking for pain, but Jungkook hadn’t been strong enough to resist when he was just 20. Same agency, same endless hours of training, both starved for freedom, and Jimin had him hooked around his finger. Not just him… Jimin had almost everyone on their knees. They made a deal: if the world was going to fuck them over, they’d at least fuck each other senseless to survive it.

 

And God, it was insane. Jimin was addictive, every night a blur of sweat, teeth, and orgasms that left Jungkook crawling back for more. He couldn’t even remember how it began and where it ended. No strings, no promises; just raw need. But Jungkook’s stupid heart didn’t listen. Somewhere between bruises and breathless whispers, he wanted more; he craved more. The problem? Jimin wasn’t the “more” type. He lived for chaos; clubs, bodies, late-night thrills, while Jungkook was drowning in wanting something steady, something real.

 

So he cut it off. He told himself he had to, before Jimin’s sweetness… the kisses, the soft words, the way he pretended it meant something completely broke him. Jimin wasn’t an asshole, but he wasn’t a saint either. Maybe he imagined the hurt in Jimin’s eyes when he ended it, but Jimin didn’t fight. Just smiled that dangerous smile, said yes, and kissed him like it was the last time. And that night, Jimin wrecked him… fucked him into the mattress, left him shaking, until he collapsed and passed out. A goodbye fuck after two years. A cruel little gift. After that, Jungkook ran. New debut, new agency, new life. And the last thread tying him to Jimin snapped clean in half.

 

It’s been six damn years since that night, and Jungkook wasn’t just an idol anymore… He was the golden boy, the nation’s darling, sitting pretty on his throne with fame, money, and every damn thing people dream of. But no matter how high he climbed, Jimin still crept into his head like a bad habit, an addiction that refused to die. And then Jimin went and pulled the ultimate stunt… married Namjoon two years ago. The whole country lost its shit, not just him. Jimin had that golden-playboy image, sweet but impossible to pin down, the kind of guy who played around and wasn’t supposed to settle. And yet, boom; wedding bells with one of the greatest rappers the world had ever witnessed.

 

Jungkook swore he didn’t care, but it burned like hell. Especially because the whole damn thing unfolded right under his nose… He worked at Namjoon’s agency, and not once did he see Jimin set foot inside. So what the fuck even brought them together? And Namjoon… yeah, that stung harder. Crushes can hit you anywhere, anytime, and Jungkook had let himself quietly fall for the guy, watching from the sidelines like some lovesick idiot after being dead set on moving on from Jimin. Now, both the people he’d ever seriously wanted were not only off the market but married to each other. Could his life get any more fucked?

 

The real shitshow started the second Jungkook agreed to that damn charity event. Every big name, every celebrity was bound to show up, and of course, he figured Namjoon would be there… when wasn’t he? Jungkook didn’t care. He put on his best, smoothed his shirt, slid into the car, fully ready to own the night like always. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could’ve braced him for the punch in the gut that was Park Jimin standing right there. The man had been in Paris two nights ago. When the fuck did he sneak back into Seoul? Jungkook’s pulse dropped, knees turning weak, when his gaze landed on Jimin tucked at Namjoon’s side, wine glass in hand, laughing at some guy’s useless joke.

 

And God save him, Jimin looked filthy good. Scandalous didn’t even begin to cover it. Blonde hair shining under the stupid lights, denim on denim with a simple black tee tucked in… no fancy suit, no polished mask. Just raw, rough, messy, and hot enough to ruin a man, ruin him. The sight of those black glasses perched on his button nose and the way Jimin ran a hand through his blonde hair, messing it up even more, dragged Jungkook straight back to nights tangled in sheets, sweat, and moans echoing, and it nearly tore a groan out of his throat. He had no damn right to think of Jimin like that; married Jimin, untouchable Jimin, but all through the night, his eyes clung to him like a curse he couldn’t shake.

 

Two damn hours into the event, and Jungkook was already gone. Lost. Wrecked. His eyes refused to behave, flicking between Namjoon and Jimin like some starved animal. The two of them were glued together, all hands and lips, kissing whenever they pleased as if the whole room belonged to them. And why wouldn’t they? They were husbands. They had every right to flaunt it. They were the it couple of the nation. But every time Jungkook’s gaze landed on Namjoon, his lungs caved in like he’d been punched. It wasn’t even fair; Namjoon wasn’t dressed to kill. Just plain pants and a grey, long-sleeved tee tucked in. Casual. Effortless. But Jungkook still wanted to claw at his own skin, because fuck, the man looked like sin served on a silver plate. Jungkook’s jaw clenched, fingers curling tight around his drink, his knuckles bone white as he restrained himself.

 

His brain was a filthy mess, no brakes, no filters. He wanted to squeeze himself between them, drop to his knees right there, and see how long Namjoon’s composure lasted when he choked on him. Jungkook wanted to drag Jimin somewhere dark and quiet and hear that voice break into something raw, filthy, and needy. His thighs pressed together under the table, shame nowhere in sight, only the pounding ache that had been growing since the moment Namjoon walked in, and he first saw Jimin. This was torture. Jungkook scoffed out loud this time, a bitter, wrecked sound. If he didn’t get out soon, he was going to lose it entirely… either flip the damn table or embarrass himself by begging on his knees before them.

 

Jungkook muttered some half-assed excuse and walked off to the restroom, jaw tight, hands shoved in his pockets to hide how wrecked he felt already. The place was pristine, with chocolate colored marble and polished mirrors everywhere, but all Jungkook cared about was the ache pressing against the front of his pants. He let out a ragged breath, glaring down at himself… half-hard, needy, and so fucking obvious. A whole month without getting fucked properly, and now sitting in the same goddamn room as Jimin and Namjoon had his brain short-circuiting. It pissed him off how clearly he remembered everything about Jimin… every filthy, dangerous detail. The way Jimin would shove him up against a wall, kiss him so deep his lips would sting and sometimes bleed, bite and drag his tongue until Jungkook couldn’t breathe.

 

He leaned back against the cold marble, eyes falling shut as his mind spun out of control. He hated it, but he couldn’t stop. Jimin’s hands… fuck, those hands everywhere on his body. Clawing at his chest, sliding lower, teasing his waistband before gripping his ass like he owned him. Jungkook could practically feel it, the hot press of Jimin’s tongue in his mouth, the sharp sting of teeth on his skin, the rough smacks that left his ass red and sore for days. A guttural sound tore from his throat as he unzipped, shoving his hand down to free himself, already leaking and twitching in his palm.

 

“Fuck” 

 

Jungkook hissed, head tipping back against the wall as he started stroking, rough and messy, chasing the ghost of Jimin’s touch that was on him six years ago. He thought about being bent over, thought about Jimin sucking his tongue, choking him with kisses until he was dizzy. He thought about the way Jimin would smirk when Jungkook begged, the way he’d slap his cock just to watch him twitch. His brain was full of filth… Jimin’s voice was low and cruel in his ear.

 

Jungkook’s breathing turned desperate, his strokes quickening, precum slicking his fingers as he lost every ounce of control. The restroom echoed with the wet sound of his hand working himself over and the ragged groans spilling from his lips, each one dirtier than the last. His mind was nothing but Jimin… Jimin fucking him raw, Jimin shoving him down on his knees, Jimin leaving him bruised and ruined for days. The frustration twisted into need, sharp and merciless, and he gave in to it completely, grinding his teeth as filthy, dangerous thoughts clawed at him until his whole body trembled with want. His hand wasn’t enough anymore. Jungkook gasped, curses spilling out, his thighs shaking as he teetered on the edge, so close he could taste it.

 

And then… When he was so close, Jungkook’s head snapped up at the noise, wide eyes catching the sight of that sickly sweet smile, those almond eyes glittering with hunger and possession. He didn’t even see Jimin entering until it was far too late. He didn’t even hear the door opening and shutting behind him. For a moment, everything inside Jungkook stuttered. His throat closed up, his hand still working his cock as if caught in a spell. Jimin leaned against the wall before him like he’d been waiting for this exact moment, and the sight of him… dark, dangerous, and smiling like sin, knocked the breath out of Jungkook.

 

“Hyung…”

 

Jungkook croaked, his voice breaking in shame, heat crawling all the way up to his ears, making him flush pink. He scrambled, fumbling to yank his pants back up as his knees buckled, but Jimin’s gaze pinned him down harder than chains ever could.

 

“Don’t” 

 

Jimin’s voice was low, sharp, and commanding, and it made Jungkook’s spine lock up as he just stared as if he was caught in a spell. 

 

“Go on”

 

Jungkook froze, his hand trembling against his skin. The order wasn’t a request. It was filthy, shameless, the kind of thing that should’ve sent him running out of the place, but instead it lit something wild in his chest. He felt his cock twitch in his hands. Jimin still owned every inch of him like he did back then. His lips parted, helpless, and the mix of humiliation and unbearable want tore through him. Jimin stepped closer, his tongue swiping across his lower plump lip like a predator. They were mere inches away. 

 

“I want to watch you fall apart for me. Don’t stop. Not when you look this good, Jungkook-ie”

 

Jungkook’s pulse roared in his ears. That name. The way Jimin said it. His hand moved again on its own, slow, shaky at first, then rougher, more desperate, because Jimin was watching, because Jimin wanted this, because his body was tuned to listen to every command. His knees threatened to give, his body arching toward the one person who looked like he could ruin him in every possible way. Jungkook’s hand moved, clumsy, uneven, shame burning hotter than the friction he gave himself because Jimin didn’t even blink. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, not when Jimin was right there watching him fall apart. A sharp laugh cut through the air, an empty chuckle. 

 

“Pathetic” 

 

Jimin whispered, tone airy and mean, tilting his head as he closed the distance in slow, measured steps. 

 

“Look at you… red-faced, stuttering like a kid caught stealing, and you can’t even touch yourself properly”

 

Jungkook whimpered, his hand faltering. He wanted to hide, wanted to sink into the floor, but the weight of Jimin’s voice rooted him in place. He tried again. He moved his hand a little more perfectly, his eyes searching Jimin’s to find something, but all he could see was the latter shaking his head. Jungkook wanted to cry. His body throbbed with need, humiliating and overwhelming because he wanted to please, and he was failing miserably. 

 

“Move your hand” 

 

Jimin commanded, his tone sharp like a whip. Jungkook obeyed instantly, dropping his wrist as if it had burned him, as if his body didn’t belong to himself. The relief and terror tangled until he could hardly tell them apart. Jimin’s fingers replaced his own… rougher, knowing, merciless. The contrast of Jimin’s cold metal rings against his flushed cock sent him into stars. He stroked him in a way that tore the air from Jungkook’s lungs, each drag sharp and punishing, as if proving how useless Jungkook’s touch had been. 

 

“Don’t you think you were useless?”

 

Jimin gritted, inches away from Jungkook as he let his hand stroke the hard cock. Jungkook didn’t utter a word, totally lost in the pleasure that threatened to consume him whole. Jimin pressed his nail into the slit, eliciting a moan from the younger, who snapped his eyes open, slightly glossy.

 

“I asked something, baby”

 

Jungkook gulped as Jimin slowed down, resorting to squeezing the length and moving it slowly until he cupped the balls, squeezing them hard enough to make Jungkook’s knees buckle. He felt the burn behind his eyes as pleasure ran like fire under his skin. 

 

“Yes. yes, Hyung… I’m useless”

 

“See?” 

 

Jimin hissed, leaning close enough that Jungkook could feel his breath on his ear. 

 

“This is how you do it. Not that pathetic excuse, you were making a mess of” 

 

His free hand grabbed Jungkook’s jaw, forcing his face up so he couldn’t look anywhere else but at him. The shame of it should’ve destroyed him, but instead, Jungkook’s knees buckled. He gasped, trembling under Jimin’s control, eyes wide and glassy, lips parted in desperation. Jimin smirked, cruel and hungry, pressing harder. 

 

“You’ll come when I say so. Not a second before. You hear me?”

 

Jungkook could only nod, and Jimin’s hand was merciless, dragging him right to the edge until Jungkook’s thighs shook violently. His stomach clenched, breath coming in ragged sobs as he stared at Jimin through glossy eyes, but every time his body threatened to give in, Jimin slowed just enough to keep him teetering on the edge. 

 

“Pathetic. Always have been” 

 

Jimin spat again, lips brushing Jungkook’s cheek, a ghost of the touch. 

 

“You can’t even hold yourself together, Jungkook-ah. Shaking like a leaf because I walked in.” 

 

His teeth grazed Jungkook’s jaw, biting down sharp enough to make him yelp. Jungkook’s whole body lit up, and he was sure it would leave a mark. Jimin pressed a wet kiss to soothe the ache, and he was torn between shame and unbearable want. His hand clawed uselessly at Jimin’s shirt, searching for something to ground himself, but Jimin only scoffed.

 

“You think I didn’t notice?” 

 

Jimin hissed, pulling his hand from Jungkook’s cock, leaving him all alone from a moment before he pushed himself against the younger’s frame, grinding his hips forward so Jungkook could feel the thick line of his arousal.

 

“You got me hard, sweetheart. Sitting here touching yourself like a cheap little toy. Now you’re going to take responsibility for it”

 

Before Jungkook could even answer, Jimin spun him around with a rough shove, chest pressed flush against the wall, his pants hanging loose around trembling thighs. His cheek scraped against the cold surface as Jimin kicked his legs wider, spreading them open. 

 

“Look at you” 

 

Jimin snarled, his palm smacking against Jungkook’s bare ass, the sharp crack echoing through the room. Jungkook gasped, knees buckling, the sting shooting fire up his spine. He couldn’t even form any words as Jimin landed another hit before kneading the flesh. 

 

“You wanted to be caught, didn’t you?” 

 

Another slap landed, harder this time, heat blooming under Jimin’s palm, and Jungkook could only whimper, a needy moan slipping past his lips. 

 

“Wanted me to see you whining like a bitch in heat. Shameless, Jungkook-ie”

 

Jungkook whined, eyes squeezed shut as a lone tear slid down his cheeks, every nerve ending burning. His cock pressed against the wall, leaking, aching, almost blue, but all he could do was submit as Jimin handled him like he owned him. Before Jungkook could respond, the sting of Jimin’s palm on his ass, hot and humiliating, made Jungkook’s thighs quake as he clung to the wall. His breath came in short, broken sobs, forehead pressed to the cold surface. He barely had time to recover before Jimin’s hand came down again, sharper, crueler.

 

“Count” 

 

Jimin snapped, his voice sharp. Jungkook’s lips parted, words tumbling out shaky.

 

“O-One”

 

Another slap, harder, made him choke on his own breath.

 

“Hyung…”

 

“Can’t even keep your voice steady?” 

 

Jimin snarled, punctuating every word with another smack to his ass, skin turning red.

 

“What use are you like this, Jungkook-ah? You’re nothing but a messy little bitch”

 

The words seared through him, humiliation pooling thick in his stomach, but his cock throbbed against the wall, smearing precum all over the marble. He hated how much he needed this, hated how much he needed Jimin.

 

“Two” 

 

Jungkook whimpered, voice breaking.

 

“Louder. You had no shame when jerking yourself off” 

 

Jimin demanded, hand striking again, the sound ringing sharp in the room.

 

“Three! Fuck” 

 

Jungkook yelped, tears burning at the corners of his eyes. His body burned under every sting, shame, and pleasure twisting so tightly together he couldn’t separate them anymore. Jimin leaned down, tongue dragging slowly and wetting up the back of Jungkook’s neck, nibbling on the earlobe, making him shiver. 

 

“That’s better. At least you can follow orders when I’m smacking you” 

 

His hand groped the sore skin, squeezing cruelly. 

 

“This ass… made for my hands, for my cock. You walk around like you’re innocent, but, Jungkook-ie… you are always begging to be ruined”

 

Another slap landed, cruel and hot, this time followed by Jimin rubbing the heated skin roughly, smearing his fingerprints into every sting. Jungkook moaned, the sound desperate, lost, his knees nearly giving way, if not for Jimin’s hand gripping his waist.

 

“You like this, baby?” 

 

Jimin hissed, grinding against him so Jungkook could feel how hard he was. 

 

“You like being punished. You like being treated like the dirty little thing you are”

 

Jungkook’s lips trembled, words slurring out without thought. 

 

“Y-yes, hyung”

 

“Yes what?” 

 

Another smack, making his body jolt forward against the wall. Jungkook lost count of the smacks, and he knew his ass was red, burning.

 

“Yes, I like it” 

 

Jungkook sobbed, his voice breaking open. Jimin roughly pulled his shirt down, the buttons popping open as his teeth sank into his shoulder, leaving a mark, while his hand slapped him again, relentlessly, until Jungkook was squirming, gasping, the pain melting into unbearable arousal.

 

“You wanted my attention all night. You’ve got it” 

 

Jimin’s voice was a snarl, his hips pressing harder against Jungkook’s ass, grinding into him through clothes and skin. 

 

“And now you’ll take everything I give you. Every filthy, nasty thing”

 

By now, Jungkook was trembling so hard he could barely stand. His thighs quivered, and his cock dragged against the wall with every movement, leaking, aching, helpless. He was spiraling, sinking into a headspace where nothing existed but Jimin’s voice, Jimin’s hands, the sting of every slap, and the sharp, humiliating pleasure it brought. Jimin licked the shell of his ear, tugging at the hoop, whispering. 

 

“You’ll thank me for every slap, every bruise. You’ll beg me to keep going. Because you’re mine, and I’m not done breaking you yet”

 

Jimin’s hand came down one last time, sharp and brutal, before he grabbed Jungkook’s hair, yanking his head back. 

 

“You hear yourself?” 

 

He hissed into his ear, his hips rutting against Jungkook’s sore ass. 

 

“Crying like you’re in pain, but your cock’s dripping all over the wall. Disgusting. And you like it. You’ve always liked it filthy”

 

Jungkook’s voice cracked, shame and lust tangled into a sob as Jimin pressed a wet kiss right on his throat. 

 

“I-I like it, Hyung”

 

“You’ll love what comes next, then. I missed having you whimpering for me” 

 

Jimin growled, shoving his pants down roughly, not caring an ounce, only about getting his cock out and buried where he wanted it. He pushed his fingers into Jungkook’s mouth, who sucked with need. Jimin pushed his hips more into the younger’s ass, grinding hard as he groaned. Jungkook moved his tongue, wetting the digits when Jimin finally pulled them out. His spit-slick fingers spread Jungkook open with no warning, forcing a cry from his throat, and before the younger could breathe, Jimin was slamming three fingers, scissoring him. Jungkook moaned against the wall as Jimin moved his fingers, carefully avoiding where he needed them the most. 

 

“I… I can. Hyung, please”

 

And before Jungkook could breathe, Jimin spread his cheeks apart and leaned down just a little to spit right on the puckered him. Jungkook gasped, breath catching in his throat and he parted his lips only to clasp them shut. Jimin slamming into him… harsh, brutal, pressing him tighter against the wall. The shock made Jungkook choke, tears spilling down his face, his nails clawing uselessly at the marble. His body screamed at the sudden stretch, but his mind was already gone, floating in a spiraling haze where all that existed was Jimin.

 

“Fuck! Tight little hole, clenching like you’ve been waiting for me all night” 

 

Jimin groaned, snapping his hips forward again and again, the wet, messy sounds filling the room. His grip on Jungkook’s hair tightened, forcing his back to arch, his throat bared like prey, while his other hand slapped down on the red, swollen skin of his ass with each thrust.

 

“You wanted to get off, right? Couldn’t even do it yourself” 

 

Another rough smack paired with the thrust had Jungkook crying out, voice cracked and wrecked. 

 

“You need me to make you come, don’t you?”

 

Jungkook could only nod, body shaking with every merciless thrust, the wall cold under his chest and hot, aching pleasure burning everywhere else. He was caught between sobbing from the sting and begging for more. It was too much. Jimin leaned close, his filthy words searing into Jungkook’s ear. 

 

“You love having cocks shoved up your ass, don’t you? Always love being filled to the brim. What would you do if someone caught you? Would you let them fuck you, baby?”

 

Jungkook’s mind splintered at the words, a broken whimper spilling out of him. He was far too gone to process anything. His cock dragged helplessly against the wall, smearing precum down the cold surface, his whole body trembling from the force of Jimin’s thrusts.

 

“Answer me” 

 

Jimin snarled, snapping his hips forward so hard Jungkook jolted with every stroke. His grip in Jungkook’s hair tightened, yanking his head back so their mouths were a breath apart. 

 

“Would you let them watch me split you open, let them take turns using this tight little hole?”

 

Jungkook’s lips quivered, shame crashing over him in waves, but his voice was a cracked, needy whisper. He didn’t know what he was saying anymore. He cried, almost sobbing at his state, moans turning louder and louder with every thrust as tears cascaded down the flushed cheeks. 

 

“Y-yes”

 

Jimin laughed, dark and cruel, slamming into him harder, the sound of skin meeting skin filthy and wet. 

 

“Knew it. My dirty little cock sleeve, desperate to be filled, to be ruined” 

 

Another sharp slap landed on his ass, the burn making Jungkook cry out, body jerking into the wall.

 

“You think I don’t see it? The way you melt the second I put my hands on you?” 

 

Jimin’s voice was a growl in his ear, hips driving harder, deeper. 

 

“You don’t want love. You want to be fucked raw until you can’t walk straight. Isn’t that right, darling?”

 

“Yes, hyung. Fuck… yes!” 

 

Jungkook sobbed, nails clawing the wall, his body shuddering under every brutal thrust. He was spiraling fast, the filth of Jimin’s words winding tighter around his chest, strangling him with need. It had always been like this. Jimin talked a lot, and Jungkook loved that.  Jimin’s teeth sank into the side of his neck, biting until Jungkook yelped, marking him with bruises and spit. 

 

“So fucking easy. All it takes is my cock and you’re gone. Nothing but a hole for me to use”

 

His hand slipped down, wrapping around Jungkook’s aching cock, stroking roughly in time with his thrusts. 

 

“Gonna make a mess all over yourself like the little slut you are, but too bad, I am not letting anyone have you”

 

Jungkook’s head lolled back against Jimin’s shoulder, tears spilling freely now, voice a raw, broken thread of whimpers and pleas. Every strike of Jimin’s hips tore him further open, every filthy word dragging him deeper into that ruined, helpless headspace. He loved it. He missed it. Jimin’s laugh was breathless, feverish, his obsession burning through his every move as he groaned. 

 

“That’s it. Take everything I give you. You’re mine to break, mine to fuck, mine to ruin. I am not letting you go this time”

 

Jungkook was nothing but sobs and gasps, his cheek scraping the wall with every thrust. His body felt stretched beyond reason, every nerve ending screaming, but the sharp burn only fed his desire more. Jimin’s hand pumped his cock ruthlessly, matching the brutal pace of his hips. 

 

“You’re dripping all over the wall… fuck, you love this. You love being used”

 

“I.. I love it so much, Hyung”

 

Jungkook cried, his voice high and desperate, tears smearing down his flushed face. Jimin laughed breathlessly, his teeth scraping over Jungkook’s shoulder, as he moved up to press a wet kiss at the corner of Jungkook’s mouth. 

 

“My filthy little toy. Can’t even keep quiet, can you? You’d take any cock I told you to, Jungkook-ah”

 

“Yes. Yes, I would” 

 

Jungkook gasped, his whole body jerking helplessly in Jimin’s grip. That admission snapped something in Jimin. His thrusts grew wild, reckless, slamming into Jungkook with a punishing rhythm that made his knees buckle. He dragged him back by the hair, forcing him upright so every movement drove Jimin in deeper, until Jungkook thought he might shatter. He connected their lips finally, kissing Jungkook breathlessly as they chased the relief.

 

“Come for me, sweetheart” 

 

Jimin growled, his hand stroking him faster, merciless. 

 

“Make a mess, baby. Paint the wall with it. Show me how ruined you are”

 

Jungkook’s cry was strangled, desperate. His body convulsed, cock jerking in Jimin’s fist violently as he came hard, spurting hot against the wall, his legs shaking so brutally he nearly collapsed. Jungkook’s voice broke on a sob, the humiliation of it making his release even sharper as he saw white flash before his eyes. Jimin groaned low and filthy, rutting through Jungkook’s spasms. 

 

“I missed you” 

 

Jimin slammed into him one last time, burying himself deep as he spilled inside, grinding his hips to push it further in. His teeth sank into Jungkook’s neck, leaving sucking marks while his cock pulsed inside him. Jungkook sagged against the wall, ruined and trembling, cum smeared across the marble wall, tears wetting his flushed cheeks. His mind was gone, floating in the wreckage of his release, body twitching with aftershocks of the intense orgasm. And Jimin held him there, chest pressed to his back, still buried inside him, whispering filth against his ear even as they both gasped for breath.

 

“My perfect little mess”

 

Jimin murmured, the words a dangerous blend of cruelty and affection as his tongue traced up Jungkook’s damp cheek. Jungkook gave a soft, wrecked hum, every muscle limp, exhaustion sinking into his bones.

 

“What should we tell my husband, hmm?” 

 

Jimin whispered, his voice low and taunting against the younger’s swollen lips. Instead of answering, Jungkook leaned forward, their mouths meeting in a slow, filthy kiss… open and messy, tasting of sweat and desire. It was lazy, desperate, neither of them in a hurry to part. Jimin licked into him with the same hunger he had moments ago, savoring the way Jungkook melted against him. But then Jungkook stirred, squirming weakly as if trying to pull away, as if reality finally sank in, to escape the heat of Jimin’s body pressing him against the wall. Jimin chuckled, not letting him go, kissing him harder for a moment before pulling back just enough to murmur against his lips. 

 

“What’s this? Running now?” 

 

His eyes glittered with mischief, cruel delight curling his smile, but still, he looked so beautiful. Jungkook just blinked. 

 

“Don’t tell me you’re shy all of a sudden, Jungkook-ah. You threw yourself at me, seduced me like the little brat you are, and now you’re trying to run away?”

 

He nipped at Jungkook’s lower lip, playing with the lip ring, and tugging it between his teeth before releasing it with a laugh. 

 

“No, baby. You don’t get to run. Not after the way you begged me to ruin you”

 

Jimin kissed him again, slow and wet, tasting every shaky breath Jungkook gave him. When Jungkook tried to wriggle back weakly, Jimin only pinned him tighter to the wall, pressing lazy, open-mouthed kisses against his jaw and neck.

 

“Wrecked, blushing, trying to pretend you didn’t just let me split you open against a wall”

 

He nipped Jungkook’s ear, making him flinch. The younger’s lips parted, a protest almost on the tip of the tongue, but Jimin silenced him with another kiss… deep, slow, deliberate. When Jimin finally pulled back, his words dripped like poison-coated honey. 

 

“And you know the best part?” 

 

His thumb smeared across Jungkook’s swollen bottom lip, smirking as he watched Jungkook’s eyes widen in anticipation.

 

“My husband already knows”

 

Jungkook froze, his breath catching in his throat, while Jimin chuckled low in his chest, leaning close enough for his lips to graze Jungkook’s ear.

 

“He knows how much you swoon over him. He doesn’t care” 

 

Jimin whispered, savoring the way Jungkook shivered in his hold, completely lost and ruined. 

 

“In fact… he likes knowing I keep a pretty little toy like you”

 

Jimin murmured, mouth dragging along Jungkook’s throat, teeth scraping against the soft skin until he left a fresh bruise. He kissed over it before pulling back just enough to flash that wicked smile.

 

“So tell me, Jungkook-ie, what excuse are you going to make now? Don’t you think he deserves a little taste too? You’ve been drooling over him for years”

 

Jungkook’s entire body went rigid, a broken sound catching in his throat, half-embarrassment, half-desire. His cheeks burned hotter than the bruises blooming across his ass, his mind spinning with shame and lust in equal measure. He shook his head weakly, but Jimin only chuckled, tracing Jungkook’s swollen lips with his thumb.

 

“Don’t deny it. I’ve seen the way you look at him. The way you freeze up when he walks into a room. You are already leaking from just me. Imagine what you’d do with both of us”

 

He pressed Jungkook tighter against the wall, grinding his hips into him lazily, making him gasp. 

 

“Would you take him like you took me? Crying, begging, drooling on his cock while I watch? Hm?”

 

Jungkook whimpered, his throat working, too wrecked to form a proper answer as he just stared at Jimin with wide doe-eyes, glossy and shiny. His trembling silence made Jimin’s smirk deepen.

 

“That’s what I thought”

 

Jimin smiled, licking up Jungkook’s cheek and pecking his lips. 

 

“You’d let him ruin you, too. Because that’s all you are, baby… something to be passed around, filled up, and left dripping”

 

He kissed Jungkook then fully for a moment, and connected their foreheads, before pulling back just enough to whisper, almost gently. 

 

“Don’t worry. I’ll share you when I’m ready. Until then, you’re mine because you are so precious to me”

Notes:

Let me know what you think, and if I should go ahead with a part two, probably with Namjoon... maybe a threesome👀