The hallway was pitch black, making it difficult for Jimin to see. His hand curled around Suga's larger one, trying not to lose him in the midst of the darkness. He could feel Suga tense and his breathing falter before the grip around Jimin's hand tightened and their fingers were laced together.
The duo continued to sneak through the halls of the prison, trying not to run into any guards and get caught. Their soft breaths mixed together with the sound of barely audible footsteps. Suga led Jimin down the hall- guided by the red light coming from the door at the end of the corridor.
Once they were close enough, Suga spun around and wrapped his arm around Jimin's waist, pulling him closer. Jimin suppressed a yelp by sinking his teeth into his lower lip, only for his eyes to widen and his breath to hitch, when he felt Suga's hand slip into the back pocket of his uniform.
"Wha-" Jimin began, only for Suga to press his palm against his mouth and shush him.
Jimin swallowed down the lump in his throat, squinting his eyes through the darkness until he could see the outline of Suga's face. He realised that their faces were inches apart as Suga dug through his pocked, making sure to grab a handful of Jimin's plump ass, to make his squeak, before pulling his hand out of the pocket.
"Wrong pocket." Suga released a husky laugh, ignoring Jimin's huff and glare as he slid his hand into Jimin's other pocket, pulling out Chanyeol's keycard, "Bingo." Suga purred, leaning closer so that their noses would brush together before pulling away.
Another huff of disbelief left Jimin's lips as Suga slid past him to go unlock the door to the ward's and guards hallway. Jimin whirled around and strolled up to the unlocked door, sauntering through it and purposefully shutting it behind himself.
Jimin's back was facing the door as he heard Suga rattle the handle before cursing. He rocked on his feet, crossing his arms over his chest and jutting out his hip as he waited for Suga. Jimin eyed the hallway in front of him as he heard Suga unlock the door again and walk inside.
He stopped next to Jimin and leaned down towards him- lips brushing against his ear, while his body stayed facing the dark hallway, "Don't test me, Jimin." Suga threatened lowly, voice bouncing off of the walls of the eerily silent prison, despite the low volume of the whisper.
Jimin's lip quirked you before he stood up on his tippy toes and fluttered his eyes at Suga- the movement barely noticeable among the darkness, "What are ya' gonna do about it, sugar?"
Jimin snickered under his breath, hand trailing across Suga's chest as he slipped past him and began to walk down the hallway. He could hear Suga release a strained sigh before following after him, making sure to grab Jimin's wrist and pull him faster down the hall.
They finally stopped in front of the ward's office- Jimin looking around anxiously, one hand clutching the back of Suga's shirt, while the latter unlocked the door and allowed it to creak open. Suga quickly grabbed Jimin and pulled him into the room, earning a soft yelp from him. Jimin huffed again and smacked his hands away before turning around to face the office.
The large window on the opposite side of the door, allowed the moonlight to spill into the room and illuminate the long, wooden desk in the middle of it. On top of the desk were papers, a computer and an empty mug. Behind the desk, there was a puffy, leather chair, looking like it was stretched out to be more comfortable for the chubby ward. Along the walls on either side of the desk, there were two shelves with documents about the prisoners and the employees.
Suga brushed past Jimin, like there wasn't plenty of space to walk around him, and approached the desk. Jimin followed after him, pushing the documents away from the edge of the desk so that he could push himself on top of it. He watched with a sluggish grin as Suga rummaged through the documents and drawers, to try and find the file Jimin gave the ward.
"Maybe look in the trash can." Jimin murmured, tilting his head back and shutting his eyes, enjoying the silence in the air.
Suga hissed sarcastically, "How did I never think about it?" And just for the amusement, he bent down and looked at the trash can under the desk, only to stop and stare at the file peaking out of it. Suga shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, ignoring Jimin's 'did you find it?'. He opened his eyes and pulled the file out of the trash can.
Jimin's legs swayed back and forth as he sat on top of the table. His eyes fluttered open, a yawn tearing out of his mouth as he watched Suga stand back up. Jimin opened his mouth to tease him, only for Suga to glare at him. Jimin zipped his mouth shut and sent him a wink, only to receive an eye roll in return.
Suga slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out another file, that looked like an exact copy of the first one. The reason why Suga had woken Jimin up in the middle of the night and forced him out of his bed, was to finish their plan. The file, Jimin gave the ward, was completely empty. So if the higher authorities came to see if the ward was corrupt, they wouldn't find any evidence that proved that he was. That's why Suga and Jimin snuck into his office and swapped the empty file for a file stuffed to the brim with money and a single note.
Suga slid the file between all the other papers on the table, ignoring Jimin's stare burning into his skin. The lavender haired mochi looked away and slid off the table, stretching his arms over his head and allowing a yawn to tear out of his mouth.
"Can we go?" Jimin whined, allowing his hands to fall limply by his sides.
Suga gave him a nod, placing his hand on Jimin's lower back and nudging him towards the door, "Let's g-"
Suga was cut off by the sound of heavy footsteps marching down the hallway, right towards the ward's office. The footsteps mixed together with the sound of a man speaking loudly before a flashlight shone right onto the door, causing the light to pool into the room through the bottom of the door.
"Shi-" Jimin began, eyes widening in alarm and blood running cold. Before Jimin could even finish speaking, Suga grabbed him and pulled him towards the closet hidden between the shelves of documents. He ripped the door open and pushed Jimin inside before slipping in behind him and shutting the door behind himself.
Their bodies were squished together in the cramped closet- Jimin's sensitive nipples brushing against Suga's chest and their backs pressed against the walls of the narrow closet. Their foreheads pushed together and noses brushed against each other. They stared into each other's eyes, ignored the sound of the door creaking open and the police officer stepping into the room.
Their breaths mingled together and hands found their way onto each other's bodies- Jimin's hands sliding up Suga's chest until one hand hooked around his neck and the other tangled into his hair, while Suga's hands rested on Jimin's small waist, thumbs rubbing circles on his stomach. Jimin's eyes stayed glued on Suga's, while the latter's eyes slowly traveled down to Jimin's parted lips, inhaling every breath, that escaped his plump lips.
"-onna just put down these documen- yes, yes I know I promised to be home sooner."
The officer's voice didn't even reach their ears, too observed into each other's presence to care about getting caught. Suga's eyes flickered back up to Jimin's, and Jimin's breath faltered at the look of pure lust and want in his eyes. Swallowing down the lump in his throat, Jimin released a shaky breath that ran across Suga's doll like lips, making his tongue slips out of his mouth and run over his bottom lip.
They didn't break eye contact as they listened to the officer move around the office and speak to his wife through the phone. Jimin's eyes stayed glued to Suga's whiskey ones as he sunk into the whirlpool of lust and desire. The officer's voice dulled, the only sound he heard was their breaths bouncing off of the walls of the closet, and his surrounding blurred together- not being able to focus on anything other than the man pressed against him.
Their eyes connected only for a split second before something snapped in both of them. Suga crashed their lips together, hands tightening around Jimin's petite waist and body pressing against his smaller one, pushing him into the wall behind him. Jimin's hands tightened around Suga's neck, pulling him impossible close, and he stood up on his toes, pressing their lips harsher together.
Their lips clashed against each other and tongues slipped out to dance and intertwine with each other. The kiss was sloppy, teeth grazing each other's lips and occasionally even nipping at each other's tongues. Their hands explored each other's bodies- tugging on the clothes and grabbing onto anything they could. Saliva dripped down Jimin's lips and chin as Suga pulled away, only to press his lips against Jimin's throat.
Jimin's eyes remained shut and his head fell back against the wall behind him, feeling Suga's teeth graze his skin before his tongue ran over the spot his had just sucked. Before Jimin could release a moan, Suga's mouth traveled back up to his lips and their lips slammed back together.
Suga barely registered the sound of the police officer leaving the office, but when he did, he detached from Jimin's lips, ignoring the string of saliva connecting their lips. Jimin whined in confusion, hands grabbing onto Suga's shirt, but he ignored him and slammed open the closet door. Jimin blinked in confusion before Suga reached into the closet and ripped him out harshly.
Jimin yelped and stumbled after Suga as he pulled him towards the desk in the middle of the room, "Shit, are you gonn-" Suga interrupted Jimin's half-moan by sliding everything off the desk with a single sweep. The documents, papers and the single mug smashed against the ground, creating loud thumps.
Jimin's eyes widened, but he couldn't deny the feeling of arousal that bubbled in his lower stomach. A sharp gasp fell from his lips as Suga grabbed him by the back of his throat and slammed him against the top of the desk.
"Fuck." Jimin moaned at the harsh treatment, ripples of pain running through his chest and side of the face. He moaned even louder as he felt Suga press up against him before bending down to hiss in his ear, "Keep quiet or I'll rip off your pants and shove them down your throat." Jimin nodded slowly, cheek squished against the wooden desk and eyes focusing on the shelf in front of him.
At the lack of proper answer, Suga's hand tangled into Jimin's hair before ripping his head back. Jimin moaned in pain, neck aching from the awkward angle and skull pounding from the hair pulling.
"Do you understand, Jimin?" Suga whispered coldly, Jimin's name falling past his lips as if his name was an insult and something degrading.
Jimin inhaled sharply, "Ye..yes." He gasped out, pleasure and lust clouding his mind and taking over completely. Another sharp gasp fell from his lips as Suga hummed and shoved his head back against the desk.
"Stay." Suga commanded, pushing off of Jimin and delivering a hard smack against his ass. Jimin jumped with a yelp, eyes growing wide as he heard Suga unbuckle his belt.
Jimin didn't dare to move as Suga grabbed his arms and pressing them against his back before pushed them closer to his head. Jimin winced at the stretch, but his attention was stolen, when Suga bent over him and pushed the belt between his lips.
"Bite." He purred into Jimin's ears, the latter immediately sinking his teeth into the leather belt. Jimin's head was tilted back as Suga pulled the belt back and wrapped the ends of it around Jimin's wrists.
Jimin moaned at the stretch in his neck and arms, tears of pleasure and pain gathering in the corners of his eyes as he stared out of the window in front of him. The moon was perfectly visible through the wide window, allowing the moonlight to fall directly onto Jimin, illuminating his soft features and teary eyes.
"Good boy." Suga whispered to him, lips brushing against Jimin's throat and hand caressing his plump ass before he straightened out and pulled away.
A confused whine left Jimin's throat- the sound coming out as muffled because of the belt between his teeth. Suga ignored him and manoeuvred around the table, grabbing the leather chair and plopping down on it.
Their eyes connected- Jimin's eyes squinting into a glare, while Suga released a content sigh and grinned back at him, exposing his gummy smile. He admired the way Jimin's faded lavender hair fell in front of his honeycomb eyes and the way his chubby cheeks were squished behind the belt, that stretched his luscious lips apart and made him drool. Suga admired the way Jimin laid on the table- ass sticking out and hands tied behind his back, while his eyes were forced to look at him.
Suga abruptly stood up, his gaze dark and predatory as he circled around Jimin, dragging the tips of his fingers against his bubble butt and his chubby cheeks. Jimin shivered, swallowing down the saliva in his mouth, yet he could feel some of it leak past the belt and slide down his chin. He tried to turn his head around to follow Suga with his eyes, but every time he did so, his wrists would be tugged on and the pain in his shoulders would increase.
Suga stopped behind Jimin, head tilting to the side as he hovered behind him, not touching him yet letting his presence loom over the lavender haired mochi. Jimin's eyes fluttered shut and he tried to relax his erratic breathing, feeling his heart pound in his chest as he felt Suga hover behind him. The fact that he wasn't able to see or feel him, made Jimin anxious and tense, yet there was a certain amount of lust and anticipation that pushed down the negative feelings.
Suga finally stepped closer to Jimin, grabbing him by his waist and gently pulling him off the table, "Such a good boy, Minnie." Suga breathed against the shell of his ear, making Jimin shiver and release a shaky breath through his nose, "Green is for go." Suga whispered to him, hand trailing up Jimin's chest and grabbing the zipper of his uniform. Jimin trembling against Suga's chest, breathing heavy and eyes full of lust, , "Yellow is for slow down." He murmured, pulling Jimin's zipper all the way open before slowly sliding it off of his shoulder. His lips brushed against Jimin's exposed shoulder, placing a delicate kiss on his milky skin, "Red is for stop." Suga whispered against Jimin's skin, feeling him tremble and leaning back into him.
Jimin's breathing deepened and everything around him mixed together, the only thing he could concentrate was Suga's hands on his body and lips on his skin. His head fell back and landed on Suga's shoulder, exposing his throat even more.
Suga chuckled against his skin, hand slipping into Jimin's uniform and pressing against his bare stomach. Jimin moaned behind the belt, sensitive to Suga's hand sliding up his bare skin until it settled right below his nipple. Jimin whined, squirming from not being touched where he was the most sensitive.
Suga hummed, his other hand trailing up to Jimin's face. His finger hooked around the leather belt before he pulled it out of Jimin's mouth. A throaty groan rumbled in Suga's chest as he saw the string of saliva attached to Jimin's luscious lips and the belt. Suga allowed the belt to fall around his neck before grabbing his chin and turning Jimin's head around to face him.
Jimin's eyes fluttered open when he felt Suga's breath touch his lips. He blinked and watched as Suga's pink lips wrapped around each word that left them, "What colour?"
"Green."
Suga leaned forward and connected their lips into a more gentle kiss. They savoured the feeling of each other's warmth and the way their lips moved against each other. The kiss consisted of no teeth or tongue, just their lips gently brushing against each other.
Suga pulled away after a few second, eyes running over Jimin's face before he turned his head back around and placed the belt back between his lips. Jimin blinked sluggishly, eyes glued to the window in front of him as he felt Suga take a hold of his uniform and slowly slide it off his body.
Jimin's eyes fell shut and his breathing deepened as Suga placed butterfly kisses along his skin as he pulled down the uniform. The uniform got stuck on Jimin's tied hands, but Suga ignored it and grabbed onto the fabric firmly before ripping it in half. A muffled moan stumbled past Jimin's lips as he heard the sound of the fabric ripping before the uniform fell loosely around his hips.
Suga knelt behind him, hands finding their way onto his hips and lips pressing against his lower back. He continued to pull the uniform off slowly, making sure that Jimin felt his fingers brush against his bare skin and the way his lips left a trail of kisses down his body.
Jimin released a deep sigh, shoulders tensing when Suga stood up and placed his hands on his bare hips. His fingers massaged Jimin's skin, thumbs rolling and fingers kneading the flesh. He pushed a panting Jimin over to the desk before slamming him against the surface, earning himself a throaty moan.
Suga's hand remained placed on Jimin's lower back, the tips of his fingers running over his silky skin, "You're so beautiful." Suga murmured under his breath, making Jimin hum and close his eyes contently.
Suga's hand trailing over Jimin's skin until it settled on his asscheek- fingers kneading and rolling the flesh around. A small moan bubbled up in Jimin's throat and he relaxed against the table, feeling Suga fondle his bubble butt.
Jimin heard it before he felt it- a loud smack echoed throughout the silent room, followed by the stinging sensation on Jimin's right asscheek. A high pitched squeak left Jimin's lips, only for another smack to land on his ass. Jimin moaned and allowed his back to arch, pushing his stinging ass out for more.
Suga released a husky laugh, hand rubbing the red handprint contrasting against Jimin's pale skin. Both of his hands found their way onto Jimin's asscheeks, grabbing the flesh with both hands to the point where it spilled out between his fingers. Suga spread his ass apart, revealing Jimin's pink hole- the pink thing looked so small and delicate, like a little flower hidden between two boulders. Jimin's moan mixed together with Suga's groan, the latter watching as Jimin's pink hole winked at him.
"Colour?" Suga's voice was strained and deep, showing off the desire he was trying to control.
"Gween." Jimin muttered through the belt, head rolling over so that his other cheek would be pressed against the table.
Suga hummed at him, eyes flickering back down to the bare ass in front of him. His eyes narrowed and he leaned down, collecting the saliva in his mouth before spitting it right onto Jimin's hole. Another moan left Jimin and his eyes fell shut at the feeling of a glob of spit landing on his hole and slowly sliding down. He shivered and clenched his teeth around the belt as the tip of Suga's finger circled and caressed his hole before dipping inside.
Jimin squeaked- his back arching off of the desk as Suga shoved his finger inside his hole to his knuckles. He immediately began to rock the finger back and forth, stretching Jimin and making him moan and squeak. After a few seconds, Suga collected more spit and allowed it to drip out of his mouth and fall onto Jimin's hole. He then pressed his middle finger alongside the fore finger and pushed them into Jimin's ass.
"Ha...hardr!" Jimin's squeak and plead to go harder, came out muffled. Suga's brow quirked before he delivered a sharp smack to Jimin's other cheek, smirking as Jimin yelped and the skin immediately reddened.
"You take what I give you." Suga hissed, twisting his two fingers around before arching them and shoving them further into Jimin's hole.
Jimin's breath hitched in his throat and his body froze, ripples of pleasure running through his body as Suga's fingers slammed against his prostate repeatedly. His head fell limply against the desk and his eyes fluttered shut- moans spilling out of his mouth as he enjoyed the feeling of Suga ruthlessly slamming his fingers into his ass before ripping them out and repeating the process.
"Morr, morr!" Jimin screamed through the belt, hands curling around around the belt, wrapped around them, and ass sticking out towards Suga.
The fingers in his ass disappeared, making him whine and push out his ass for more. His hole clenched and unclenched, and his eyes teared up at the loss of contact. The whine that threatened to stumble past Jimin's gagged lips, was cut off by Suga placing his hand onto Jimin's chin. Jimin stopped whining and froze as Suga's hand slid across his chin, collecting the drool sitting there.
Suga pulled his hand away and straightened back out, his hand glistened with Jimin's drool as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock. He wrapped the spit covered hand around his throbbing member and jerked it a few times, covering it with Jimin's spit.
Jimin gasped behind the gag as Suga grabbed his left asscheek and spread him to show off his pink hole. Suga stepped forward, one hand gripping Jimin's asscheek, while the other caressed his large cock. He released a sigh as he slapped his heavy shaft against Jimin's puckered hole- both of them shuddering at the contact.
"Pweas." Jimin whined through the gag, pushing out his ass, only for both of them to groan when the tip of Suga's dick caught onto Jimin's rim.
"Fuck it." Suga growled, grabbing Jimin by his hips and thrusting into him harshly, bottoming out in a single thrust. Jimin cried out in pain and pleasure as he was stretched out on Suga's thick cock. His back arched off of the table and his vision went white for a split second. Jimin could feel every inch and vein of Suga's dick brush against the walls of his hole, until his hips touched his ass and the tip of his cock brushed against Jimin's prostate.
"Shit. You're so tight." Suga cursed, grip tightening on Jimin's waist until his nails dug into his skin, leaving behind finger shaped bruises and bloody nail marks.
Jimin's hands curled into fists and a whimper left him as Suga pulled his dick out of his hole and slammed back into him. Suga immediately picked up speed, slamming into Jimin so hard that his body slid up the desk, only for Suga to pull him back onto his cock by his waist.
High pitched moans were punched out of Jimin as Suga rammed his cock into him, each thrust dragging against his sensitive walls and slamming into his prostate. Suga groaned, placing his hand on Jimin's waist and the back of his throat, pushing him into the desk.
Gurgled moans left Jimin's lips as his throbbing cock brushed against the wooden desk with every thrust, and tears gathered in his slitted eyes before rolling down his pink cheeks. Waves of pleasure ran through his body as Suga's cock prodded at his prostate and his balls slapped against his asscheeks. Jimin could feel his cock throb and ache before his abdomen began to tense up.
"'m gwonna com!" Jimin screamed through the gag, squeezing his eyes shut and arching as Suga's thrusts became harsher and faster.
Suga leaned over Jimin's sweaty body, lips pressing against the shell of his ear and hand slithering underneath him. Suga's lips quirked up into a predatory smirk as his fingers brushed against Jimin's pierced nipple. Jimin gasped, eyes flying open and back arching as Suga grabbed his errect nipple and pulled at it.
"Then cum." He hissed, fingers pinching and pulling at the sensitive bud, while his hips continued to roll and slam into Jimin's ass, pushing his cock in as far as he could.
The pleasure was too much for Jimin, his body fell limp on the desk and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he let go. White strings of cum shot out from his dick, painting the wooden desk an ivory white. A high pitched moan ripped through Jimin's throat as his vision went white and the only thing he could feel was ripples of pleasure running through his body, making him tremble and twitch.
Suga released a husky chuckle and slowed his thrusts, he watched Jimin's body tremble and tears roll down his cheek. He pressed into Jimin's ass, rolling his hips around with a smirk as he watched Jimin's eyes flutter open with an oversensitive whine.
Jimin blinked hazily, body completely limp and relaxed against the desk. His skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat and his lavender hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. Tears rolled down his red cheeks and drool dripped down from his stretched out lips and chin.
Suga hummed, hand gliding down Jimin's sweaty back before he leaned down to whispered to him, "We're not done yet, munchkin." Suga purred with a devilish grin, watching in satisfaction as Jimin's eyes widened and a noise of confusion left his sore throat.
Suga ignored him and pulled him off of the desk. Jimin whined as he was forced to stand on wobbly legs, but Suga only tsked and dragged him over to the large window in the office. Jimin's eyes widened and his breath hitched as Suga pressed him against the window. His cheek was squished against the window and the glass fogged as shallow breaths left his nose. Jimin's eyes flickered outside the window and he could see another part of the prison's building from here.
"Do you think someone's watching you right now, Jiminie?" Suga pressed his lips against Jimin's neck, leaving behind a trail of delicate kisses along his bruised throat, "Someone pulling out their cock and jacking off to you being fucked against a window?" Jimin shivered and whimpered, eyes dancing around the windows on the other building to try and find someone. But he saw nothing but empty and dark hallways.
Suga released a husky chuckle into the crook of his neck before pulling back. He pressed his hand against the small of Jimin's both to make him arch and push out his ass. Suga's eyes danced along Jimin's bubble butt, his thin waist and the belt wrapped around his wrists. The skin around the belt was beginning to redden and bruise, yet Jimin didn't notice, too lost in the pleasure.
Suga reaches over and undid the belt, carefully sliding it out of Jimin's mouth before dropping it to the ground. Jimin inhaled sharply as soon as the belt was out of his mouth. He ran his tongue over his lips and collecting the saliva resting there before wincing as he pulled his arms back and placed them on top of the window to hold himself up.
Suga hissed as he grabbed his leaking cock. His fingers ran over the thick, veiny shaft before he tapped the head of his cock against Jimin's red asscheek, causing a dribble of precum to stick to his skin. A deep groan rumbled in Suga's throat as he watched the string of precum connecting the tip of his cock with Jimin's plump ass.
Jimin shook his head, staring out of the window as he tried to regain some control over himself. His cock was still hard and aching, even after the intense orgasm. Jimin suppressed a whimper when he felt Suga's thick cock tapping and sliding against his ass, coating it with Suga's precum. Jimin swallowed down the lump in his throat before pushing off the window and whirling around to face a smirking Suga.
The latter rose a brow, hand still gripping onto his cock while his eyes remained on Jimin's determined ones. Jimin stepped forward, quickly realising that Suga was still fully dressed, while Jimin was completely bare. He grabbed onto the hem of Suga's white shirt and swiftly pulled it off, surprised that he didn't say or object to the movement. Suga tilted his head to the side, as if challenging him and questioning what else he was gonna do.
Jimin's eyes left Suga's and trailed down to his marble chest. He placed his hand on top of Suga's chest, and trailed it down between his pecks and stomach until his hand rested on the waistband of his jeans. Jimin's lustfilled eyes flickered up to Suga's before he grinned and grabbed onto his jeans, pulling them down in a swift movement.
"Thats better." Jimin grinned widely, his eyes scrunching up and lips stretching out. He pressed a hand against Suga's chest and pushed him into the leather chair behind him.
Suga looked momentarily surprised as he plopped into the chair before his face darkened and his tongue ran over his bottom lip, "Is that all?" He taunted, leaning back in the chair and looking up at Jimin through hooded eyes. Jimin smirked back at him, carefully sliding into his lap. He destroyed the space between their faces by leaning closer to him. Jimin brushed his nose against Suga's, eyes flickering up to Suga's dark ones before his lips twitched up and he leaned in, connecting their lips into a slow, sensual kiss.
Their lips locked and moved in sync. Their tongues slipped out of their mouths and met in the middle, caressing each other and exchanging spit. Jimin's hands traveled up to Suga's neck, while the pale man's arms wrapped around Jimin's small waist, pulling him into his chest.
Jimin shivered and pulled away, arousal bubbling in his stomach as he felt their naked skin brush together without anything between them. Jimin's eyes fluttered open and connected with Suga's already open ones. They continued to stare at each other, everything around them blurring together and all their worries vanishing, as they lost themselves in the warmth of each other's bodies.
Jimin swallowed down the lump in his throat and, while still staring into Suga's whiskey coloured eyes, breathed out, "My turn."
Suga's eyes followed Jimin's every movement and his hands tightened around his waist as Jimin leaned back and reached down to grab his cock. Jimin's small fingers wrapped around Suga's throbbing cock, eyes widening and snapping down when he felt how large the member was. Jimin's lips parted in surprise as his fingers trailed across Suga's thick and long, veiny shaft.
"Fuck. Just put it in, munchkin." Suga groaned, eyes shutting and head falling back as Jimin's small hand rubbed his dick up and down.
Jimin looked back up at him, lips quirking up at the sight of the Male. His pale skin glistened with sweat in the moonlight and his features were scrunched up in pleasure. His pink lips parted to release a groan as Jimin's hand tightened around his cock.
Jimin couldn't resist- while pressing the tip of the cock against his stretched out hole, he leaned forward and pressed his tongue against the bottom of Suga's throat. As Jimin slammed his hips down on Suga's cock, his tongue created a path of saliva up his neck until he reached his jaw.
Suga's face scrunched up in pleasure and he released a sharp exhale, feeling Jimin's walls grip his throbbing member. Jimin pushed away from him, placing his hands on Suga's shoulders before rolling his hips down on Suga's dick.
"Such a good boy, Jiminie." Suga hissed, hands tightening on Jimin's hips before pushing him up and down, helping him bounce on his cock.
Jimin moaned and threw his head back, his cock smacking against his abdomen as he bounced on Suga's dick, "Thank...thank you, sugar." He choked between moans, squeezing his eyes shut and allowing his hand to trail up his chest to pinch his nipples.
"Fuck that, call me Yoongi."
Jimin froze on Yoongi's cock, eyes flying open and shooting down towards him. His mouth was wide open as he stared at the pale man, who rose a brow in return, "Did I tell you to stop, Jimin?" Yoongi growled, hand lifting and smacking against Jimin's asscheek.
Jimin moaned and shook his head, hands tightening around Yoongi's shoulders as he resumed his bouncing. Yoongi's dick hit his prostate every time he sunk down on his cock, tearing a moan out of Jimin's mouth.
Yoongi
Yoongi
Yoongi
The name floated around Jimin's mind, but it was soon pushed away as Yoongi grabbed him by his hips and began to drill his cock into him without remorse. Jimin's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he slumped against Yoongi's chest, allowing him to slam into his prostate repeatedly.
"Please, please, please! Yoongi!" Jimin moaned against Yoongi's ear, making him groan and curse. Yoongi's muscular hands tightened around Jimin and he pulled him even closer before lifting his hips faster. His face scrunched up in pleasure as Jimin's walls clenched and pulsated around him, sucking him right in and massaging his throbbing cock.
Pleasure was the only thing Jimin could feel- Suga's cock repeatedly slammed into his prostate, and his cock brushed against Suga's abdomen, coating his skin with Jimin's precum. His hands tightened around Suga's shoulders as he felt his pierced nipples drag along Suga's pecks. Drool dripped out of the edge of mouth as he continued to blabber Yoongi's name over and over again until it was nothing but a chocked moan.
With one particular hard thrust, Jimin's vision went white and his body went limp. Jimin felt like he was knocked out of his body and was wrapped in a blanket of pure pleasure. He could barely feel himself cum with a spasm as Yoongi kept thrusting into him with deep groans.
Yoongi's hands tightened around Jimin's trembling, spasming body and he listened to the high pitched moans brushing against his left ear. Jimin's body went limp against his chest, arms loosening around his shoulders and head falling onto Yoongi's shoulder. He felt Jimin's cum splash onto his chest, just as his hole clenched tightly around his cock.
Yoongi's face scrunched up in pleasure and he moaned, throwing his head back and slamming himself into Jimin's clenching hole. His muscles and balls clenched against Jimin's ass before a strings of cum shot out of his cock and painted Jimin's insides white. Yoongi thrusted himself into him a few more times, allowing Jimin to milk him dry before he relaxed in the seat and slowly pulled out.
Jimin still occasionally twitched as he laid against Yoongi limply, a whine leaving his lips as he felt Yoongi slip out, followed by a trickle of his cum running out of his hole and down his thigh. Yoongi shushed him, one hand caressing his lower back, while the tangled into his lavender hair and massaged his skull.
Jimin released a content sigh, barely conscious from the aggressive fucking they had just done. He felt completely calm and relaxed in Yoongi's arms, not worrying about where they were or what had just happened. All Jimin wanted to do was curl up into a fuzzy blanket and fall asleep.
"Jimin, you okay?" Yoongi whispered softly, turning his head around to look down at Jimin. His hair stuck to his forehead and his pale cheeks were now a bright red colour. His lips were swollen and covered with spit, and his brows were knitted together, forming a small crease on his forehead, "Jimin?" Yoongi whispered again, lips quirking up as Jimin's nose twitched and his lips formed into a pout.
"Yes. Sleep." Jimin murmured softly, voice slurred and heavy with sleep. He shifted around on Suga's lap, wincing as pain ran through his lower back before he sighed and completely pressed himself into Yoongi's chest, seeking his warmth.
Suga nodded with a sigh, placing a hand on Jimin's back to keep him pressed against his chest as he leaned over and picked his shirt off of the ground. He leaned back in the seat and tried to carefully pushed Jimin off so that he could slide the shirt over his bare body. Jimin sniffled and cried softly as he was pushed away, only to smile and sigh when Suga placed the warm shirt on him and pulled him back into his chest.
Suga's fingers continued to massage Jimin's skull as the lavender haired mochi snuggled into his chest and slowly drifted off to sleep, too tired to do much. Yoongi's eyes remained wide open, staring through the window in front of him. He glanced back down at Jimin before releasing a sigh and relaxing in the seat.
Fûcking asshole locked the door
Yoongi grumbled in his mind, referring to the police officer that barged into the office earlier. Yoongi had barely noticed the sound of a door being locked, but he did, and now the two were locked in the office. Now all Yoongi had to do was figure out a way to get them out of the office before the morning, when the ward came back and caught them.
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This is the first time I wrote smut, but I think I did quite well! I guess all the smut I've read made me qualified for this.
What do you think?
~Benikru