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“You have very bad self-preservation skills.”
Jungkook wasn’t helping the eerie situation, leaning dangerously close towards the pretty face that seemed intent on ignoring him. The stranger flicked a gaze at him, something fearful behind the mild amusement but it was quickly replaced by a sudden feeling of teasing.
“What can you even do?” the man didn’t roll his eyes but he must as well have with how his tone was, all mocking and mischievous and taunting. It made Jungkook’s smirk deepen, “You’re the one whose car broke down near my town, I know these woods better than you ever could, you-”
“I didn’t say I’ll physically harm you.”
The man looked at him for a moment before huffing, as if calling bluff on his warnings. He looked back at the open hood of the car, paying no attention to the man who stood no more than two steps away from him.
The general dismissal of his words, the sheer courage of looking at something other than Jungkook made want to be evil, to push and pull and see how far he could go with this stranger.
Because if this man had shit self-preservation skills, Jungkook never even had one to begin with.
“You have lived here your whole life”, it wasn’t a question but the man nodded anyways, hands that looked too delicate to even handle heavy crockeries pulling at greased wires, “You visit the cities nearby.”
“Twice a month”, this one wasn’t a question as well, with how Jungkook could see what this stranger was wearing.
He had seen that even through the thin layer of dust that had collected on his windshield, had gotten out of the vehicle and ogled at the site without even confirming if this stranger had approached him to help or to have his picture at the front of tomorrow’s newspaper.
“I’m Jungkook”, he held out a hand and watched as the stranger stared at it for a moment. The mechanic looked at him incredulously, his own hands buried between rust and oil. When Jungkook refused to back down, he was finally met with a sigh and touch of grease against his palm, “Seokjin.”
“Seokjin”, the word was whispered with a pitch lower than his normal voice, with a smile more cunning than the one he held a moment ago. It made Seokjin’s eyes narrow but the mechanic said nothing, simply went back to working on the unfinished task, “well, thank you for your help. I’ll be sure to pay you back generously.”
~
It had been an hour since the pretty man had opened the hood of his car and by the sunlight that filtered through the trees, it must be an hour before the horizon breaks. Jungkook had put some space between them, choosing to take in the beautiful man among the backdrop of lush greenery and mysterious browns.
“You are skilled.”
Seokjin hummed in acknowledgement, bending over to pick up another tool and move elbows deeps in his work. It made Jungkook take a sharp breath, hands in his pocket as he discreetly adjusted himself.
“Do you stay in the town with your family?”
There was no way a man like him in an attire like that would survive in a small town without anyone to protect him. Jungkook could imagine waking up to the pretty man walking down an earthy lane, flaunting the long expanse of bronze legs and teasing him with the sight of washboard abs. He could imagine himself losing control, dragging him to the nearest tree and ripping apart the small excuse of clothing.
“My family is in the city”, he answered with a glance thrown towards Jungkook, a cold look that made Jungkook’s blood boil in his veins, “I came here to escape.”
“Do you ever want to leave?”
Jungkook hadn’t realized when he had walked closer, when his eyes had drifted from Seokjin’s perfect lips down to the perfect arch of his spine. He didn’t stop himself from looking further down, seeing how the man was bent over like in his fantasy, flesh bulging and straining the back of his shorts while the fitted crop top left little to imagination.
Seokjin looked perfect, like the little sheep in his dream, like the sweetest wolf he had always wanted to play with.
“Five years and never had a single thought”, he then tilted his head, the first sight of a teasing smile on his radiant face, “never found anything tempting enough.”
Fingers traced the metallic edge of the car, Jungkook’s gaze tracing its way back up until he was face to face with the pretty man. He stared at that cool mask of indifference, fingers flexing where they lay on the grease stains and lips pulling up in a polite smile.
“A pity”, he stepped back then, watching with fascination when Seokjin had to turn his bent body to hold his gaze, “we need people like you in the city.”
“People like me?” he laughed, turning back to the machinery that Jungkook had lost interest in. He instead looked down where the denim was stretched over the expanse of a fat bottom, where the pale skin was peeking out, where Jungkook’s fingers itched to touch.
“Helpful people”, one step forward, Jungkook looked at the way the top fluttered loose around the tiny waist, letting him see where the abs started from, “generous people.”
Two step forward, Jungkook’s hand hovered where the long expanse of the sweaty back was half exposed. His eyes crawled up to the pink neck, fingers feeling the heat of the bronze skin.
“I’m pretty sure cities have plenty of them”, he could see the lithe body break out in goosebumps as the temperature steadily dropped, could feel as Seokjin bent lower and pushed his bottom closer to where Jungkook was hard and aching.
He was asking for it, shamelessly teasing him until he broke.
Maybe Seokjin was into that thing.
“Besides-” he didn’t get to hear what the pretty boy had to say because all Jungkook could focus on was the smooth skin of the toned belly and the ridges of the hard abs, “H-hey, what-!”
“Slut”, he spat like an accusation, like a brand seared in the soft skin. The man beneath him tried to twist and face him but Jungkook pushed the body against the metal of the car, “You want it right here.”
“You fucker-” feisty. He liked that.
“No point in pretending”, Jungkook smiled against the salt on the bronze neck, swiping a tongue up its length as Seokjin wiggled and thrashed under him. It did wonders for his cock where it was pushed between the thin denim of the sinful shorts, poking sensually where Seokjin was no doubt clenching and empty.
“Desperate brat”, the venomous words burnt Jungkook’s skin and he relished in the ache, smiling sadistically with every feeble push of the man. His single arm was enough to pull the toned but thin body against his own, closing the hood with a soft clank.
“Common whore.”
He earned blunt nails digging in his arm for the comment, smile turning sharper as he pushed Seokjin against the cold metal, holding the pretty man down by a hand on his waist and another gripping his neck.
“Cockslut”, Jungkook groaned as he rubbed his hips against the denim, aching to push it away and bury himself in the tight, wet heat. Seokjin cursed and kicked below him until Jungkook had enough and pinned his wrists on the small of Seokjin’s back, “Behave.”
“I’ll fucking kill you”, there was heat in the words, there was challenge in the voice. Jungkook’s smile turned small; calculating, mocking.
“You will kill to have my cock inside you again”, they were on the side of the empty road, no sense of privacy or decency, “you will fucking beg on this very road in front of a whole town to have my cock drilling your slutty hole.”
“Fuck off!” Seokjin yanked hard and Jungkook’s hand almost slipped against the grease before he almost suffocated the mechanic using his own weight. He growled against the red ear, crawling his hand under the neck to grip the throat and yank Seokjin’s head back, cutting off whatever precious oxygen he was using to spout bullshit.
“I’ll ruin you”, he promised with a darkness more eerie than the one that had started to engulf the woods, teeth biting at the soft lobe, “you’ll be fucking addicted to my cock, my cum. I’ll leave you here to be used by the whole fucking town and it still won’t be enough.”
There was a half curse from under him before a whimper; Jungkook smirked, grinding his crotch harder against the denim clad bottom. His hand made its way down the crimson bruised neck to the denim crop top, quickly under it to grope where the heat was sweaty and malleable.
“You’ll be covered in my cum by the time I’m done”, Seokjin growled and kicked him again, effectively bruising his calf but Jungkook didn’t care.
“Let go of me!” Jungkook groaned at the heated words, rubbing their bodies together until Seokjin’s cheek was smushed against the cool metal, “F-fucking brat, get some prostitute you little-”
A sharp slap rang in the silent space and Seokjin’s hips jerked forward. His ass burned under the rough denim, eyes filling up with pretty tears as his body jerked at another slap on his other cheek.
“Tell me to let you go after I’m buried in this whore little body”, Jungkook laughed, a cruel cold sound that made Seokjin shiver and grind his crotch against the metal.
“You don’t affect me, you pathetic little shit.”
Seokjin gulped, throat painfully bobbing after the choking it had received. He almost whimpered at the pain, eyes rolling back when a hand pulled at his nipple and twisted it mercilessly.
“Stupid slut”, Jungkook chuckled in response, eyes blown wide and pants dirtied at the front. But he didn’t care for his thousand dollars suit and expensive car, didn’t care of being seen or getting arrested.
All he wanted was to have that body naked and writhing and wet around him and Jungkook will get that.
“AH!” Seokjin had no time to reply when his pec was gripped in a bruising clench and wrists yanked back until his ass was flush against Jungkook’s cock. He levitated in the air with nothing but Jungkook’s grip holding his wrists, leaving pretty red marks and soiling his denim.
He gasped and tried to break free when the assaulting hand left his chest and suddenly yanked at his shorts, letting it pool around his ankles, “You are soaking wet, fuck.”
Seokjin shrieked when Jungkook immediately started exploring his fleshy and soppy folds, pressing down at his fat clit until he screamed and started to push back at his probing fingers. The man huffed a mean laugh in his ear, rubbing his clothed cock against the gushing cunt.
“Cheap whore”, he claimed, breathing the words in the skin of his neck, holding the folds in a merciless pinch and pushing them apart to look at them with their full, slutty glory. They looked fat and pink, nestling a twitching little hole between them.
Virgin.
Jungkook smiled, looking down at Seokjin’s heaving body with a dark gaze, “I’ll knock you up.”
Seokjin screamed.
The push of the cock burned his inexperienced and tight rim, the fat head pushing the fleshy entrance until it swelled and reddened under the assault. Seokjin cried and thrashed on the metal hood, pretty cunt fluttering desperately to open around the intrusion.
“Tight little slut”, Jungkook threw his head back and growled, pulling Seokjin further up his length. He didn’t stop; not when the man screamed, not when his knees gave out and voice broke, not when he started moaning and laid limp against the hood.
Jungkook pulled the body until every inch of his cock was buried in the wet heat, until the head of his cock had bumped against the spongy cervix and Seokjin’s eyes had rolled back in his head.
“Already gone?” he cooed, tracing the swollen rim with teasing fingers, pushing at it until Seokjin whined and wiggled under him, “Dumb slut, little cock hungry bitch.”
The humiliation burned, though not as much as the heat of a cock that had assaulted his insides. Seokjin knew he was torn, could feel something warm drip down his thighs and join where his slick had collected in his shoes. But he couldn’t protest, not when he was so fucking full and hot, not when he was going to be thoroughly used.
“F-fuck… off…” he groaned against the metal, fogging it with his breath, drooling on it shamelessly. Cold fingers traced along the line of tears that had slid down his cheek, a rough tongue licking up the salty trail to taste the saltiness.
“Fuck”, Jungkook eyes flashed under the dusk lights, clothed body standing tall and dominating over the bent over figure of a ruined cunt, “Maybe I won’t be leaving you here after all.”
Seokjin opened his mouth to curse only to end up screaming when Jungkook suddenly pulled out and thrust back in again, bumping where his womb was closed and where his sweet spot was swollen. Seokjin cried, nails scratching on the perfect car, voice breaking until he was reduced to sobs.
“You like my cock now”, Seokjin couldn’t answer, not with the huge length spreading him open and dragging his cock against his sensitive walls, “you want to get on your knees to worship it, to beg for my cum.”
The mechanic grunted, a soft sound that was too haughty for Jungkook’s liking. He growled low in his throat and gripped the purpling throat tighter, pulling Seokjin’s upper body off the hood with his grip and making him sink down lower on his cock.
“AH!” the cock was boldly pressed against his cervix, the monstrous length and girth too much for Seokjin’s virginal body. He came with a loud shout and body-racking shivers, breathing shallowly through the grip until his body went lax in Jungkook’s grip.
“Look at you, coming over a cock that’s assaulting your slutty little body”, Jungkook whispered in his ear, voice low and domineering. Seokjin found himself whining under the continuous thrusting of the huge cock, walls clenching until they held the length in a suffocating grip, “tightening like a good bitch. Come on, slut, milk this cock so I can finally knock your pretty womb.”
That seemed to break Seokjin out of a stupor as he started to thrash again, though his orgasm riddled body could only wiggle enough to stimulate Jungkook. The man growled and brought his hand down on the plum, naked asscheeks, marking them with the prints of his hands and groping them lewdly.
“Clench tighter, bitch”, he barked out the order as more slaps rained on Seokjin’s bottom, mouth open and tongue lolling out as he shrieked in the eve. Jungkook cursed behind him, reaching around to rub at the fat clit.
“AH, FUCK!” the sensitive bud sent Seokjin in a flutter of shivers and trembles, hole twitching almost helplessly around the girthy intrusion, “NO, plea-no more!”
Jungkook laughed, breathless and heaving, as he kissed behind the red ear, “Baby, I won’t stop until you’re bathed in your own juices.”
More screams rang out as sun touched the horizon, Seokjin’s eyes and face red and wet, lips swollen from the kisses Jungkook forced upon him. He tasted just so sweet; all pillowy lips and warm insides, beckoning Jungkook to just taste and taste and take and take.
It was when Seokjin was reaching for yet another orgasm when a slap rang loud in his ear, “AGH!”
Jungkook smirked against his back, rubbing the hot clit before removing his hand. He brought it down again with a loud smack. Seokjin wailed under him, body writhing so wildly Jungkook had to push down to stop the man.
“Like your cunt slapped, little slut?” Seokjin was beyond words, screaming gibberish and throwing his head back as two more slaps came down on his clit and another under it. He screamed Jungkook’s name, gripped at the man’s wrist but couldn’t stop three more slaps from reddening his cunt.
“PLEASE!”
Jungkook bite down on the flesh of his back, sucking the skin until he tasted salt and something metallic. He licked the wound, moving his fingers through the folds until he reached where Seokjin was spread wide and swollen.
“You can fit another cock in this cunt”, and he dipped a finger inside; no prep, no warning.
Seokjin came with a scream that broke in the middle, eyes rolling back in his head and liquid spraying from around the thrusting cock. Jungkook groaned and started hammering faster in the squirting cunt. He slapped the fat clit a few more times, each one making Seokjin spasm and wail out pleadings.
“Shouldn’t have shown me attitude before”, even as Jungkook said it, he knew he went for this mechanic only for his charm and sass. Seokjin wasn’t easy, and he knew he could still go back to being a pain in his ass ten minutes after squirting.
And that’s what made it better, that’s what he wanted to break.
“Ah, huh… ngh~” the body beneath Jungkook twitched, the walls fluttering wildly and massaging his cock. He grunted, grinding against the spongy cervix until he threw his head back and came with a growl.
Seokjin mewled when hot cum was sprayed in his soft, wet channel, painting him white and flooding his womb with seed. He whined and pushed back unconsciously, earning a mocking laugh and another slap to his clit.
“There’s the little whore, all desperate to be filled and bred like a good bitch.”
The mechanic moaned as he tightened at the words, ruined cunt struggling to close around the cock that had him plugged. Jungkook ground his hips inside, watching with fascination as white slowly dripped down the length of his cock. It squelched inside, lewd sounds that proved how nicely he had fucked the slut.
But there was still more to do, still more steps to complete to truly have Seokjin well used.
~
Jungkook had been gentle; carrying a sleeping Seokjin in his arms and letting him lay down comfortably in his car, spreading his legs and lovingly eating him out until his spent body had shivered through an orgasm again, jerked off between his thighs until he had come all over the shapely abs.
And despite doing so much for him, the ungrateful slut had tried to escape.
“Can’t be sweet to whores like you”, Jungkook straddled Seokjin’s chest, holding the thin wrists down behind him as he slapped his cock on the pink face, “you sluts need to be put in your place before I can treat you like a cock-addict prince.”
Seokjin growled and writhed but could only move so much before his jaw was grabbed and mouth forced open. Jungkook wasted no time in thrusting his hard and leaking cock through the pillowy lips, grunting low in his throat at the wet heat. It constricted around his head as Seokjin choked, gurgling helplessly around his length.
“Swallow it, bitch”, Seokjin knew he could bite Jungkook, knew he could throw the man off and maybe cut off his cock. But he didn’t want all of that, no matter how much he tried to convince himself, “can’t have a slut who don’t know how to deepthroat a cock. Come on, slurp on my dick.”
Seokjin choked again and again and again, and every time Jungkook pushed deeper inside. He drooled from around the length until it had stained the seat and dribbled down. Jungkook seemed unbothered by the mess, holding Seokjin by his hair and moving his up and down like he desired.
“Fuck”, Seokjin choked when he was pushed down and forced to be there, to swallow and struggle and moan around the length as Jungkook ground his hips in Seokjin’s face, “fuck, so tight. A perfect breeding bitch indeed.”
“Ngh”, Seokjin tried to shake his head but Jungkook reached back and slapped the swollen cunt, “AH!”
“You gonna fight me, my little desperate whore?” he slapped the cunt with an aggressive look in his eyes. Jungkook was merciless and uncaring of his strength, raining down slaps after slaps before he pinched the clit and pulled at it.
Seokjin screamed and arched his back, cunt leaking yet again as orgasm washed over his body. Jungkook laughed as he straddled the naked chest, taking his cock out and slapping the wetness on the plum lips.
“Geez, you really are a common whore. Should I auction you off to a public whorehouse? Or maybe I can keep you as an attraction in my villa? All strapped down on a breeding bench, always open and wet to be used by anyone, anytime.”
Seokjin whined, tongue slithering out to lick at the pearly drops of cum. Jungkook groaned in appreciation, patting the brown hair before yanking at it and making Seokjin swallow him again. He slipped four fingers inside the soppy cunt, fucking the mechanic who choked gloriously on his length.
“Or maybe I will get possessive and keep you only to myself. Take you to a club and strip you naked, push on the bar before fucking you there until your squirt yourself. But I won’t let anyone touch, will leave them hanging and high, like the little tease that you are.”
A soft whine, a guttural moan and Jungkook finally pulled his cock out. A string of white connected the head with the pink lips, Jungkook wiping it before pushing his fingers between the lips. Seokjin groaned, hips moving as he was finger fucked in both pair of lips.
“Fuck… you”, Jungkook smiled at the fight still left in the little whore, fucking Seokjin harder and faster until the man was shrieking and forcing Jungkook’s hand away from his sensitive cunt.
“I will fuck you, slut. Will leave you open and sloppy and spread for any other passerby who wants a sleeve to cum inside. Maybe they’ll feed you their cum, maybe one of them will catch and you’ll be round and leaking from your tits. I’ll still fuck you, hold your fat tits and spray the milk out.”
Seokjin panted at every lewd word that landed hot and smoldering on his skin, eyes blown wide and unfocused as his mind imagined every scenario. He’d love anonymous cock moving in and out of his cunt, maybe one of them would use his ass. Seokjin grunted, eyes falling shut as he tried not to get wet right here.
“Getting wet, whore”, Jungkook smirked, rubbing the fat clit hard and fast as more noises filled the quiet night, “want cocks to fulfill your slut body, want cum upon cum to coat you head to toe and fill your belly with?”
Seokjin whined, clenching tight around the fingers, thrusting up to ride them as fast and desperate as he could. Maybe he was a little too much with how Jungkook laughed but he didn’t care, not when the previously feisty slut was licking your cock and cumming on your fingers.
“Want my cum painting your pretty face or flowing down warm in your belly?” Jungkook slapped the head on the pillow lips, dragging the tip across them as he glossed the lips with the white precum.
Seokjin looked sinful.
Jungkook didn’t even let the man choose as he fingered Seokjin faster and jacked himself off the pink face, grunting and spurting ropes upon thick ropes of warm cum on his cheeks and nose. Seokjin blinked to find his eyelashes stuck and face covered in cum.
“That’s what whores get”, Jungkook laughed, looking back to see the hole fluttering around his fingers, begging to be full despite overflowing. So Jungkook smiled, tucked his thumb in the space of his palm and-
“AH FU-NAH!”
Seokjin’s squirt reached as high as the glass window, spray all across it as his body spasmed through the eight orgasm of the day. Jungkook cursed and praised and humiliated him again, slapping his clenching hole one last time before shoving his wet fingers through the pink lips.
“Maybe I’ll be possessive”, Jungkook smirked, holding the small jaw and pushing his thumb inside the mouth for Seokjin to suck upon, “maybe I’ll just steal you away.”