[M] [one] (1/1)

Jimin's skin is so pale, so soft under his fingers. Jungkook knows the curve of his back by heart, can trace its shape by memory, slipping lower until his hands reach the deep dimples and then even lower, admiring the plump, milky flesh.He can't wait to see how it'll look when Jimin's skin begins to tint a pretty pink, cries echoing through the room as Jungkook's hand forcefully comes down one, two, three times... He's in charge here. And Jimin knows it. He could crack as many jokes as he wants out there, pretending he doesn't know exactly who has the upper hand; he could tease Jungkook to his heart's content, but here - here he could only moan and mewl and accept what he's being given until he can't anymore, until his body is shutting down and his knees are giving out and he's simply collapsing onto the bed, his own desperate pants and heavy heartbeat echoing through his head thudthudthud--Jungkook trails his hand down Jimin's back once again, fingertips gently brushing the nape of his neck, thumb sweeping across and then under the warm leather of his collar. And then he's tugging, fascinated by the way the other is forced to throw his head back, fingers gripping the sheets desperately.Jimin's trembling, the muscles of his thighs already twitching and they haven't even started yet. Jungkook thinks of how utterly ethereal Jimin looks like this, bent over like a good boy, spread out on Jungkook's bed, his back arched beautifully and his perfect ass high up in the air. Jungkook makes a mental note to properly reward him for his good behavior later. "Now, now," he murmurs huskily, threading his fingers through the sweaty bangs of Jimin's hair, petting him "Haven't you been a bad boy recently?""Yes." Jimin mumbles shily, teeth tugging at his bottom lip anxiously. Jungkook tugs at the collar sharply, his tone harsh as he asks again."I didn't hear you. Haven't you been a bad boy recently?" He repeats, his voice rough, almost growling.Jimin's facing the ceiling now, his neck straining and fuck, he's going to be so sore after this-"Yes." Jimin says, his voice high and squeaky, the collar adding an uncomfortable pressure on his windpipe, "I've been a really-" his breath hitches "really bad boy."He breathes the last words out, half-moaning, half-straining for oxygen. "That's right." Jungkook trails his fingers down Jimin's sides as he leans forward and kisses his shoulder before loosening the grip of his collar. He caresses the base of Jimin's neck, watching with satisfaction as the other leans into the touch, a soft sigh tumbling out of his lips. "And what happens to bad boys?" asks Jungkook in a whisper, his lips brushing Jimin's ear and causing his breath to hitch. "They get punished." Jungkook hums. "And how do they get punished, baby?"Jimin gulps. "They get spanked." He whispers as his cheeks grow hotter, shame and arousal mixing in his eyes. Jungkook smiles fondly because, really, he knows exactly how much Jimin loves this-- being manhandled, pinned down, completely helpless as Jungkook gives him everything and more. And oh, is he going to give him what he deserves. "That's right." He gently pats Jimin's thigh, coaxing him. The smaller one arches his back even more and Jungkook sees right through him, how much he wants to be punished, to be taken care of.So soft. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, almost as a shock in the silence. Jimin whines high in his throat as Jungkook says "Count for me, baby, come on.""One," hisses Jimin through his teeth, another whine tumbling out of his lips as Jungkook's palm lands on one already light pink stained cheek with an obscene slap. "Two,"The soft flush blossoms into an angry red by the time the sixth spank hits, making Jimin's ass a really pretty sight for Jungkook. He smooths his hands over the plump cheeks, fingers digging into the flesh as Jimin moans brokenly. “Are ten enough?" Jungkook asks as he notices exactly how much his baby's trembling now. "Because I don't think so."Jimin whimpers pitifully but his already hard cock twitches as he nods, preparing for the upcoming hit. "Seven," He all but yells, half in pain and half lost in pleasure. He aches to touch himself, to feel more, to feel everything."Daddy, please!"And oh, doesn't Jungkook just love to hear his sweet boy beg. He adores the way Jimin's voice gets even higher, whimpers even breathier, moans and screams falling from his lips, his eyes glassy and unfocused. The next spank is even harder and Jimin just goes pliant for moment before slightly rocking back. Jungkook can picture his face perfectly - all half-lidded eyes, sweaty bangs fallen over them, cheeks and chest flushed a gorgeous pink, teeth hovering over blood-bitten full lips. Sweat trickles down his neck and back as the muscle jolts and flutters under the skin. Jimin's flushed all over from his back to the delicious swell of his reddened ass and his pretty cock and God, Jungkook just wants to wreck him. Smack after smack sound through the room until Jungkook's own hand hurts, its palm now the same colour as Jimin's ass. His little one is full-on sobbing now, lost in a haze of pain and pleasure and pleasure and pain. "Come on, baby," Jungkook coaxes him softly, caressing his shaking shoulders "On your back."Jimin complies as Jungkook gently maneuvers him towards the huge pile of pillows. He snuffles quietly, tears still running down his face. Jungkook leans down and wipes his cheeks, pecking his forehead before capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. "Want your daddy to make it better?" He breathes out against Jimin's wet lips. "Yes, please," says Jimin with a needy voice as he ruts upwards and goddamn it, what is this boy doing to Jungkook-- "Touch me, please."Jungkook sucks at the soft dip of Jimin's collar bone before sinking his teeth into the unmarked skin, constellations of blue and red and purple blooming and showing what's rightfully and undeniably his. His to kiss, to mark, to fuck. Only his and no one else's. He soothes the bruise with a gentle swipe of his tongue as he dips his fingers lower, wrapping them around Jimin's cock and giving it a few slow, sensual strokes.Breathy moans leave Jimin as his chest heaves desperately, a hand coming up to tug at Jungkook's hair. "Not yet, baby," He pulls away then, ignoring Jimin's pitiful whine and reaching for the bottle of lube in the drawer. He fumbles with the cap for a second before coating his fingers and finally - finally - pressing them where Jimin has needed them all night. Jimin's back arches as he pushes back towards the fingers, his soft 'ah ah ah'-s now becoming a steady stream. “Is my baby going to come?" Jungkook teases, holding Jimin's torso down as the latter goes rigid under him "Are you going to come, hm? Untouched? Only by daddy's spankings and fingers?"Jimin lets out a high-pitched moan in confirmation, physically unable to form sentences. Jungkook decides to let it slide this time and moves his other hand to tug at the collar once more, hastily removing it only to have it replaced with his own hand just a moment later. "Close," Jimin rasps "Daddy--"Jungkook fastens his pace, his hand around the other's neck tightening, his fingers now all but ramming into the other as he crooks them just so--"Come for me, baby," he whispers into Jimin's ear and that's all it takes because not even a second later Jimin's throwing his head back, eyes rolling at the back of his head as he shoots spurt after spurt of come, his body trembling with the force of it. Jungkook hums, leaning to kiss him again when he's come down from his high. "Good boy," He says and his chest swells with affection at the way Jimin's eyes shine and cheeks flush even more from the praise "You were a really good boy for daddy today. So proud of you, baby.""Thank you, daddy," answers Jimin in that small voice of his, the one that drives Jungkook nearly crazy because it's reserved only for him and him only. Jimin smiles at him and Jungkook can't understand how he got so lucky. Mine.