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Maybe it was fucked up that Seokjin thought Jungkook looked the prettiest when crying.
Of course, he didn't enjoy to see him suffer. If Jungkook was not feeling well, Seokjin wasn't either - that was probably the core of being in love.
Maybe it was fucked up that Jungkook looked more than content with a dick down his throat and a hand gripping his hair, too, tears streaming down his cheeks from fighting the steadily growing urge to choke.
Seokjin smiled, taking his free hand and pressing the tip of his pointer to the soft skin between Jungkook's collarbones, applying pressure and slowly stroking upwards. He watched Jungkook tensing up, his cloudy eyes widening. A whine tried to escape his flinching body, the hand in his hair keeping him in place. It came out as a weak gurgling noise, dying on his tongue.
Seokjin laughed, bright and clear. He knew Jungkook hated him for his self-control, the way he didn't sound out of breath.
“Oh, what was that, Jungkookie, mh?”, he cooed, giving Jungkook a few tiny thrusts he could feel under his fingertip. “Did my baby slut try to fuss? That all you can do? Pathetic.”
The look in Jungkook's eyes turned desperate, and Seokjin knew he had to pull out soon. Just for a moment, giving him room to breathe. He was good at reading his boyfriend, by now. Seokjin had to be since Jungkook couldn't use his voice most of the time, loving nothing more than choking on Jin's dick.
As soon as his throat was empty, Jungkook gasped for air, his eyes closing but mouth still wide open. He swallowed, too, as if that was of any use by now. Spit was running from the corners of his mouth, dripping from his chin.
Seokjin untangled his fingers from Jungkook's hair to run them through it, massaging his scalp. He leaned forward, his thumb wiping tears that have just been spilled. “Are you crying cause you can't take it, Kookie? Or is it because I'm using you not good enough?”
“Puh- Please, hyung, please, I-” Jungkook's voice wasn't rough, it was fucking raw, and Seokjin's fingers twitched in his hair.
“What?”, he said, teasing. “Look at me when you beg for something. Did I already fuck your brains out, cock whore?”
Maybe it was too much. Seokjin watched him closely, but Jungkook only whined, nestling into his palm.
“Please- wanna, wanna make you cum, hyung, please let me- harder, please, f-fuck my throat-”, Jungkook moaned, starting to thrash. He was hard, cock red and leaking. He also knew Seokjin wouldn't even think of touching him before he came down his throat.
“Aw, Kookie”, Seokjin chuckled, mocking him in the cruellest way. “Such a cute little fleshlight. That what you wanna be, mh? My personal fleshlight, good and lifeless like a toy for me to use.” He tightened his grip again, tapping Jungkook's swollen bottom lip. “Open wide for me, baby.”
Jungkook did, fresh tears already spilling from his eyes, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Spit pooled on its tip, him giving up on swallowing as Seokjin aligned his erection.
“Remember, Jungkook, one pinch to my thigh and I'll stop”, Seokjin said, the tears and pliantness clear signs of Jungkook slipping into subspace. “Show me that you can do it, baby, okay? Pinch my thigh.”
Whining, Jungkook tried to go after Seokjin's cock, but he pulled him back.
“No, baby. Pinch me or I won't fuck your throat. Your decision.”
Protesting quietly, Jungkook rose one hand and pinched Seokjin hard, making his leg jerk away.
“There's a good slut. There we go, that's it”, Seokjin praised, finally fucking down Jungkook's throat, the unexpected sharp thrust forcing a surprised gag out of him.
Usually, Seokjin enjoyed to make use of his unmatched self-restraint and tease Jungkook for quite a while, having him deepthroat but not fucking his face. Not like Jungkook wanted him to, rough and fast so he'd wake up hoarse and with an aching jaw the next day.
He'd keep that for later, when he got Jungkook over the point of being desperate with slow movements and filthy words, promising him he had the tightest throat, so pretty when he cried. He'd keep that for moments like now.
Seokjin started to fuck his face with long, deep thrusts, hitting the back of his throat and sliding past it, watching his cock disappear in Jungkook's hungry mouth. “Fuck- Jungkook, your mouth, y-your tongue”, he gasped, throwing his head back. “Fuck, it's so soft, baby, look at it dripping for me. The – ah – best toy for me, Kookie.”
In response, he swallowed around him, and Seokjin thought he might lose it, everything tight and burning hot. Jungkook whined, pressing closer to Seokjin's cock, loud squelching noises filling the silence.
“J-Jungkookie- gotta swallow for hyung- fuck, baby-”, Seokjin moaned, allowing himself to let go.
He gripped Jungkook's head with both hands, holding him in place to give him three last, hard thrusts before pulling back and coming on his tongue, messing his pretty face up even more.
Like a good boy, Jungkook tongued at his cock until Seokjin was spent, collapsing in his chair. Then, he closed his mouth. Watching him swallow, not spilling a drop, almost made Seokjin hard again.
With a soft smile on his lips, Seokjin leaned down to nuzzle Jungkook's sweaty hair. “Good boy, Jungkookie. Did so well for me, baby.”
It had felt like heaven. Jungkook looked like he'd gone through the sweetest kind of hell.
“Time for your reward, huh?”