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The thin lace of his panties felt harsh against the material of Jungkook's jeans, but he didn't care as long as long as his little cock was getting the relief it wanted. "Please," he whimpered again.
Jungkook tsked and gripped Jimin's hips, effectively immobilizing the smaller. "No, prince. Use your words or you're not getting anything," Jungkook said, ignoring his mate's small sounds of protest.
Jimin's lower lip wobbled and tears filled his eyes. "Alpha, please. Hurts. Please touch me."
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story by ; wormsteinvevo
story from ; ao3
http://archiveofourown.org/works/13148970
