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jeongguk considers himself as the lucky type.
he has the money, the power, and the people lurking around him. he was the star athlete in his high school, always being praised by his teachers and it continued when he started to study college too. his coach always pats his back saying how he is “the best player,”, how he is going to be the best soccer player in korea, how the teams are going to fight to just sign a contract with him.
jeongguk loves being in the spotlight. he loves compliments, he loves achieving, he loves challenging himself hard enough to hurt and he definitely loves the rewards. he loves how there is no one in his level, there is no one near him because he is the highest. the bestest.
he can take whatever he wants. with ease.
well, not with ease.
there was one thing he couldn’t get. one, tiny, little thing, who challenged him more than any other thing. training for twelve hours straight was easier than getting close to him .
him being kim seokjin.
the honor student of the university, the best student in his all classes who has nothing but ‘AA’s in his transcript.
he was such a perfect student, a son, and a friend.
before jeongguk took him.
—
“show me your face, baby.” he takes the thin ankles between his one hand -it is thin enough to be wrapped by his one, the body under him trembling with pleasure. “don’t be shy.”
“hhg— ggukkie-” seokjin moans. the wet feeling of the cock pushing his inside walls is taking him higher than he imagines.
when jeongguk told him he was going to show him the stars, seokjin had no idea what it was. he really thought jeongguk was taking the astrology class with him, not knowing it meant getting high on drugs and being under the sweaty, hot, strong body.
that was two months ago.
for the past months seokjin was under the top athlete of their university; saying yes to everything the crazy boy told him to do.
seokjin remembers the first day, where all of this started, he never knew looking after a student who got detention after school would lead him to the sweet nights full of sweat, cum and tears.
but all of his thoughts are pushed back as jeongguk takes him brutally, showing no mercy. why show mercy when the body under him can take it? why -
“you are so beautiful like this,” jeongguk nips at the other’s pouty lips, red from all the assault they have been seeing from the start of the day. “so beautiful under me-”
seokjin’s skin is all pink, the blush moving its way from his ears to his neck, to his flushed chest. the nipples are dark like chocochips and jeongguk is going to eat them soon, hopefully. but he needs to come first.
he touches seokjin’s thigh with one finger and he always understands -as jeongguk pulls himself from seokjin, the letter turns around immediately, arching his back and pushing his cute little bum out. his head low, one cheek resting in the bed sheets as salty cute tears fall down from his face.
jeongguk caresses the cute peachy butt before smacking. he laughs shortly as it jiggles, seokjin moaning and grabbing the sheets. “ggukkie-” he trembles. “p-please… no -no teasing-”
“oh, baby,” jeongguk mocks. “but you are so cute like this, aren’t you? my little pillow princess. can’t even handle one slap.”
seokjin whines. “n-no!”
“but you are, doll.” jeongguk smacks his ass again and seokjin’s legs shake, unable to hold his body up. “you are such a pillow princess. a whiny, little slow princess.”
seokjin whines again but jeongguk is so worked up. he had a shitty day at school because there was a new transfer student and the coach seemed to be interested in him when he learnt that he was also a soccer player. jeongguk then had to see seokjin talking with the same boy, being the school’s student counselor, he “had to show” the boy their school.
so the smacks are for it. but seokjin doesn’t need to know. he doesn’t need to learn jeongguk’s anger and jealousy yet. there is a long way to go there. he doesn’t want to change the status they are in right now.
seokjin was a virgin when he met jeongguk. he was trying to be the best son for his christian parents. it was an understatement to say that jeongguk took his time breaking him apart and making him cry in his cock.
as he looks seokjin down he can’t help but think about those days. seokjin looks so beautiful under him when he is like this, aching for him and crying and pushing his butt out, jiggling it so that jeongguk would fuck him like a beast.
he doesn’t wait any more. he takes his cock in his hand, opens seokjin’s pink, puffy hole with the other and pushes the tip inside. seokjin’s breath hitches and his hands grabbing the sheets tremble. “p-please, i’m ready-”
“i know.” jeongguk knows. he just wants to hear the sobs and cries. he loves making seokjin cry because he is adorable when he cries. his eyes get puffy and his lips turn into a pout and jeongguk just wants to wreck him more. he riles him up in more than one way and jeongguk is never, never and ever going to leave seokjin.
he pushes himself in and in and when he finally bottoms out they both sigh in relief.
he says after a minute, mouth dry and voice so high, “my pillow princess is ready for his oppa’s cock, right?”
seokjin used to cringe at it, enough to whine in denial but right now, when jeongguk murmurs this to his ear while steadying himself on the sheets with his tattooed arm, seokjin shakes his head. “yes, oppa. ‘m ready-” he sniffles. “jinnie is ready for oppa’s cock.”
“my good boy.”
jeongguk kisses near his ear before pulling himself just to push himself a second later. he pulls and pushes and seokjin’s high pitched moans, skin slapping skin and his own growlings are the only thing decorating the big penthouse.
he sets a brutal pace but it’s not enough. this is their favorite position yet seokjin’s weak, lithe body is trembling in and jeongguk has to hold his tiny, so fucking tiny , waist to steady himself as he fucks the other boy. he uses seokjin like a fleshlight after it, not stopping even for a second to let him catch his breathes. seokjin’s screams are hushed to the pillow, suiting his nickname “pillow princess” that jeongguk mocks.
he loves seokjin. he knows. the boy in his arms is important to him yet jeongguk can’t help but hurt. he bites down seokjin’s shoulders, making him cry on purpose or pulling his hair, lolling his head up to show him his place. “you are gonna warm me after this, right?” he whispers, voice so dark like the night surrounding them. seokjin’s parents must be sickly worried for their good boy but jeongguk doesn’t even care. he is not going to leave seokjin tonight. “you are gonna sleep with oppa’s cock in you, right?”
it looks like a question but it’s a demand.
seokjin cries, “y-yeah-” he is so close to cumming jeongguk knows with the way his whole body shakes. “n-nini wants oppa’s cock in him.”
jeongguk loves when seokjin talks like this with him, too dumb on his cock but he also loves when he is so high that he can’t even think, let alone talk.
today is the day when he wants to take the voices off. he pushes two fingers inside the wet, warm mouth and seokjin gags yet doesn’t resist, only muffles coming out of his lips as he tries to suck. he had always been good with sucking but his throat was too small, not good enough to take all of jeongguk.
jeongguk sets up his rhythm and as his balls meet with seokjin’s ass he knows he is close. he can feel his insides tingling and the tight knot in his stomach is heating up.
after a minute, before he restrains himself, he cums inside seokjin, the crying boy choking around his fingers as he comes too.
jeongguk doesn’t stop and fucks the letter until he blubbers with overstimulation. “fuck, ‘m not gonna stop all night,” jeongguk says growling. “you are not going home today.” he takes the boy’s soft, silky locks in his hand and pulls his hair -“tell your parents you are not coming, okay, darling?”
seokjin shakes his head and as jeongguk pulls out, taking off his one hand around seokjin’s thin body. like losing his control over his own body, seokjin instantly falls to the bed, too wasted and sweaty. he tries to catch his breathes, eyes closed, mouth open, chest heavy.
jeongguk throws himself next to him. sweaty and satisfied and ready to go again for the next tour, probably within half hour. “mmh, are you good?” he asks.
“yeah.” seokjin mumbles as he takes the duvet cover and wraps it around his naked body. his face is still wet and pink and the mascara he put on is flown with his tears. his pouty lips demand a kiss and jeongguk is happy to give it to him.
“do you need water? or food?”
“water,” seokjin whines, “and can you get me my phone? my parents must be dying,”
jeongguk gets up to get water for him and brings his phone on his way back. after he sets seokjin up, he helps him to drink.
he doesn’t look at what lies he texts to his parents but after it, when the phone is put away, jeongguk doesn’t hesitate to manhandle him into the position he wants and seokjin is happy to obey.
“you know we have an exam tomorrow, right?” he asks as he is facing jeongguk’s semi-hard cock, the veiny, big, monstrous cock is hanging upon his lips and not a second later he sucks the tip. he pulls his mouth a second later, licking his shiny red lips. “i’m so gonna fail the exam.”
“if i know you, you already studied it, didn’t you?”
seokjin shyly giggles and his nose crunches. “you know me a little well.”
“i know i do baby,” jeongguk smirks. “now, suck.”
seokjin looks at the wet, lubed cock with fanning eyelashes and opens his mouth as wide as it can get. his fingertips leave marks on jeongguk’s muscled thighs as he tries to bob his head, up and down, up and down, and he licks, sucks, whines and drinks the salty pre-cum, making it fully hard on his wet mouth.
jeongguk doesn’t stop from grabbing the soft brown locks and he bucks his hips up, making him choke.
the night is young and they have enough time.
when seokjin falls asleep during their latest session, jeongguk takes a warm towel and cleans all the wetness and cum out of his body. he can’t help but admire the sleeping beauty in front of him. his thin, milky legs covered in his marks and fingerprints, soft tummy bloated with his cum, wide hips, tiny waist, soft chest and the most important; his pretty beautiful face.
he is so beautiful jeongguk can cry. leaning forward, he kisses his pouty lips before pushing the covers to his body, keeping him warm.
at this point, when the clock strikes 3am in the night, jeongguk knows they are more than friends and less than lovers.
he needs to change that as soon as possible because he might have everything; he might have money, power and cars and a reputation, but he doesn’t have seokjin fully yet and he must have it. he must have seokjin or else -or else...
yeah, he needs to have seokjin.
he falls asleep while caressing seokjin’s hair, the night and the full moon singing its lullaby to them.